Pops

Hahaha!
I just googled my daddyo


He's in one of the videos, obviously it's super hard to tell which Mike Jones I am related to.

To Do

I've been making mental To Do's lately. Some are daily to do's, some are weekly. But at this moment- this very magic moment- I'm talkin' bout LIFELONG To Do's.

As Blog as my witness.
I will carry on, in no specific order; as to what has got the hamster in my noggin running a marathon.


- Own a small hole-in-the-wall bakery.

I am very picky when it comes to baking. I WILL NOT. bake cookies that are store bought dough. I will not buy store bought cupcakes or cakes. (Don't get me wrong, I will devour any of those offered to me, or put within a 10 feet radius of me). I am obsessed with baking that perfect treat. I believe this all started with my mother. If y'all were a therapist we would root this issue back to mama mia. She is hands down the best cook and baker in the world. no joke. She makes everything from scratch, yet remains humble about. "Oh I just threw that in with this, let it simmer, and just tossed this and that in once cooled.( Just after 17 minutes and 35 seconds which makes it perfectly soft and heavenly)". I feel like a sinner if I even look at the packed cookie dough ( which is sooo yummy, which helped pack on my freshman 10-15), like a preachers daughter walking by a tattoo shop, tempting possibly, but not an option.
Let me tell you, while I was in Greece my childhood friend Lizzy (who's living in Holland) came over to visit me, and one of the first discussions we had was about my mother and her cooking. Now I hadn't seen Lizzy in about 6 years, and who knows the last time she was over for dinner! Yet, she still remembers mi madre's home cookin. Therefore, I've got big shoes to fill.
My idea is more so opening a business with my mom, If we ever live in the same city again, or we'll open up a branch in LA and in Portland. Its a thought thats always lingering in the back of my head. And I know it will happen. The question ( like for most of my to do's) is When?

- Transition from Model to Model/Student to Stylist/writer to Author

Modeling is definately something that I am taking advantage of while my boobs aren't sweeping the floor and my skin doesn't quite look vintage yet. But I definately am comfortable when the time comes. And am obviously not fighting it because I can count on one hand the amount of times I've worn a bra in the last year. And I rarely moisturize (yikes, I know). But The money is not consistent, and It can be kind of draining. While I AM modeling I hope to network when appropriate ( I hate when people are crazy networkers and dont actually try and get to know the people. But I would love to be a wardrobe stylist while I ease my way into Possibly Fashion Journalism and in the end straight up just be a writer who wears cool threads. I love to write but I know I need to go to School...(maybe).
In my head the other day I was having a funny conversation with myself. Growing up- I was a dancer. I had classes and practices a few times a week. and recitals and competitions less frequently. Then, there was those kids who never trained or anything, wouldn't be able to tell you what a pirouette was, or what it was to be on releve. But they could out dance a class of leotards like no other. Like Maybe if I just stay consistant with my writing, I won't really need much training. Just someone to give me a chance to show myself, and get that Job. Here I am talking myself out of school, when I just said it was a goal- tisk tisk.

- Photography
Just as a hobby. I want to buy a spiffy camera. But I most definately will not neglect my Humble Holga or Polaroid. Which can be as equally impressive. I definately think at times I can see things from a different aspect as others... Not that I am uber artsy, but I'd like to capture my point of view as well! And lets face it when I have little Brynn Jr.'s running around, I'm going to shoot them until they die- (of embarassment).

- Oh, that morning person

Yes, I want to be the lady you see taking her dog for a jaunt at 6am. Who then (if you all didn't know) comes home at 7am to cook a delicious breakfast, and still has a whole day ahead of her. and she F-ing Ceases that F-ing Day like there's no F-ing tommorrow!!! Yeah, that'll be me some day. I'm slowly but surely setting my alarm. Even if its at noon. I'm setting it! I am slowly setting it back to 11am, 10am, 9 am, 8am, 7am, then finally the 6am lady!!

- No Regrets

"Everything happens for a reason". Yes sure- Like one of those grainy painting made up of splotchy spots that; if you stare at it long enough you see a man riding a horse on the beach, but if you just glance at it: it's a shitty framed picture of multi colored spots (please tell me you know what I'm talking about). Life is kind of like that aint it?
Sometimes at first thought- life can seem to be in the crapper. But, if you tilt your head and quit focusing too hard.. you then think " ahhh, ok I see.." Over the last few years, I've progressed at figuring out what horrible experiences I've had, have happened for what reason. At some point in your life- you need to stop being the victim.
If you've been a victim in a situation, it is downright awful. Now at some point you have to conciously CHOSE to STOP being that victim. And make something of it. Whether it be a loss of a family member, assault, disease, disorder, crime, even a bad decision...Whatever it is, it can be overcome.
From a different angle, I'm talking about taking advantage of opportunities. I have been dealt some offers very recently to go abroad again, I've been doing the whole pro's and con's, what if's, who? when? where?'s and yada yada... But I definately don't want to make a decision I will regret. So, in being able to look back at things and make them full of purpose and not regret, I can prevent those things by chosing wisely in the first place. Whew.

- Be HAPPY
There's been times where on any given day or at any given hour, you could find me in my dark bedroom, on my bed staring at the wall, speechless, with tears streaming down my face. Like my favorite quote from a Mason Jennings song "The Past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies". If I never had those dark times, how would I be able to appreciate the contrast of what I emote? If we were to only see fireflies during the daylight, we wouldn't be able to appreciate their beauty, as we do when we see them against the dark sky. I now understand what it's like to work hard for a well being. I am happy and it can be damn near impossible at times to feel that way, but isn't that plain human?

- Have a Fabulous Party
I want to throw a party. Where I chose every table coth, flower, drink, horderve, playlist, EVERYTHING. I want everybody of importance in my life to be there. I want it to be at my absolutely favorite spot in the whole world. I want to have each napkin say why I love each person there with a memory on it. I want to not be the focal point of the Party- Shall we call this a Reverse Wedding? I think so. I will need to start a savings account for this, along with my bakery, starting my next paycheck!



I could go on.. and this will go on 'to be continued' because it's good to steer yourself in a direction when things seem to be swerving every which way.

Bryn(n)

My Sister always had "Jaimi" by Weezer, which was then covered by Dashboard Confessional, While I still remained namesake-less when it came to song titles. With my unusual name, I thought the time would never come. But by golly, it’s here.







VAMPIRE WEEKEND

"Bryn"

Ion displacement
Won’t work in the basement
Especially when i’m not with you
Here in the heartland
A feelin so startlin
I dont know what i should do

Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know its easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me

Nights by the ocean
A westerly motion
That moves california to sea
Eyes like a seagull
No kansas palm beetle
Could ever come close to that free

Oh Bryn, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know its easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me

Jonesin' for some photos?

Chelsea, never ceases to capture the "deer in headlights" look, so hot right now.



Chillaxin' With Ducky and Pounder. Livin' the life.



Jaimi, Temio, Baba, and Mom





I gave Temio Tattoo's up the waazooo. Sans his Daddy's permission, but look! I gave him a matching one :)



3 years old- 3 ft. 2 in.




Checking the stats, while flashing his "Jones" Tattoo. So 1999.


Whenever Temio See's my foot Tattoo, he insists that he gets a matching one. He then insists that he matches my wrist. And then His little body is my canvas and the world is his oyster. He of course made sure he inked me up and gave me an "Ocean" on my back. Due to my arms inability to make like inspector gadget and reach around to take a photo, no documentation remains.

Better than the Bahamas

I snapped this last friday in Portland, leaving lunch with my mom, sister, Baba- my 92 year old grandpa, and my 3 year old nephew.



To me, this is paradise; my sanity in a nutshell :)



(more photos and notes to come)

Lucy, You've got some 'splainin' to do

Lucille Ball, to me, is and has always been the most iconic woman, EVER. No, not Marilyn, nor Audrey (although I do adore her immensely). Crazy, Cooky and Charismatic Lucy.

Tonight, or we shall say this morning; I sat up and watched another episode. I wonder if I've always subconciously idolized her situation. The life. The humor. The marriage. We always find Ricky getting angry with her when she gets herself into predicament after predicament, but by the time the screen tunnel-visioned into a heart and the episode ended, Ricky and Lucy were back to marital bliss.

I find myself in situations the are light-heartedly similar to the Ricardo's ( i.e. the bubble infested kitchen, accidentally charging too much on a credit card, and locking my keys in the house and breaking in with an old BYU-Hawaii ID Card). Other times I catch myself resenting Ricky & Lucy.
"That's not how it is".
When one of us Ensue's debt unknowingly we don't end up laughing it off into nothingness, and doesn't Ricky ever get mad when Lucy tells Ethel one too many things? What about how Ricky never lets Lucy perform at the club? Don't you think she'd eventually drop a few F-bombs and get her way?

Then I wonder if Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz would chime right in with me? We all know that 'Lucy' and 'Ricky' were married in real life. They divorced twice, and suffered many miscarriages. Obviously life wasn't just night clubs and chocolate factories to the Arnaz's either. They filed for divorce the day after filming their last episode of their comedy sketch. I wonder how draining it was for them to continue to put on the happy go lucky portrayal of that life. I couldn't imagine working a full day on set with Andrew when we'd been at eachothers throats (and I'm not talking tonsel hockey) all day, acting happy and glorious. To me thats almost false advertisment. But in a subtle way, It says "hey when you get married, you'll have problems, such as re-arranging furniture without permission, and baking bread with too much yeast in it. But within a good twenty minutes it's all solved".

I have always chosen to repeadtedly forget their divorce and troubles throughout my life. I remember first learning about it all in 7th grade when I did a research project on Lucille Ball. It's similar to learning about the troubles in a family member's marriage and family life. Finding out Lucy and Desi Divorced twice, was similar to realizing as a young child that my Grandma and Grandpa were no longer (and hadn't been for a while) together as a married couple.

That's not what "they" (yes, the universal "they") teach us as a kid. We all go along with life accordingly, we find our eternal partner, quickly get married before anything troublesome happens. Then once you are married, you conceive, give birth, Save money and buy a home. As you get older, in church they teach you how to bake and cook and sew. They'll tell you satan is always trying to get to you so be sure to stay away from anywhere that Christ wouldn't go. Because hey, Jesus is our homeboy. But if only everything actually WENT accordingly....

I recently googled Lucie Arnaz (Lucy and Desi's offspring), and I'm soo tempted to write her and ask her to personally tell me stories about her parents, that most of the public wouldn't know (I know incredibly creepy and stalkerish). Not their awful fights, but not the obvious slapstick comedic times, jsut he things in between, that made them human.

Like my parents- Ive seen them fight like crazy bitches on on Jerry Springer (okay definately not that bad, but it sounded ceye opening) and then I've seen them go on fancy dates and nice vacations. But my favorite memories are of my dad scratching my mom's back and my mom tickling my dads feet, while watching Jay Leno at night. I love that no matter if they've been in a little "tiff" or arguement, they almost always go to the grocery store together. Whenever my mom is making dinner and there are potatoes to be peeled, it's the one thing that's automatic for my dad to do. My dad never was a fan of animals, but he and my mom take frequent trips to the coast to let the dogs run on the beach. That's marriage.

But I guess backscratching and potatoe peeling doesn't always make for good television... Now It's all about drugs, affairs, secret murders and babies mama's...

In the end, I am still 100% devoted to Amercia's sweethearts, The original "Nick and Jessica". Lucille Ball will always be my hero, but I'm not going to say I've never grown skeptical.

Horton Had me at Hello.

We know that Paula Abdul may have Sang (and I say sang, because we all know Ms. Abdul hasn't ever lifted a pen to contribute to her oh-so-deep lyrics) a song about a 'cold hearted snake', and some may say that this song, is about yours truly.

I often feel like a fish out of water when it comes to watching chick flicks/sappy movies with my girlfriends or family. I very very rarely come close to shedding a tear, even when I make a concious effort to feel 'in the moment'. I just am not an "emotional" person. Sure, on the inside I've got emotions dancing around like crazy. But it is rare that I ever show them.

Well, my friends. Friday night at a 10:45 showing. My cold-as-ice exterior was warmed, as my heart melted.

I didn't muster up a frog or a lump in my throat sitting through "The Notebook" or "Atonement", where I may have owned the only dry eyes in the house. You see, it takes Jim Carrey and and a bunch of animated and fictional characters to blur my vision and turn to my sleeve, to dab away my liquified emotions.

None other than "Horton Hears a Who" made me crack. I laughed, I cried, I voiced some "oooh"s and "aaaw"s. Andrew was pleasantly surprised by my consumption of this delightful, youth-friendly movie. My tough-stuff attitude had been traded in and transformed into the equivalent of a fabric softener commercial.

That evening, as we walked to our car, we found ourselves quoting Horton and friends and discussing the deeper paralells and significance of the story that it tells.

This ( aside from 'Juno') is one of the only movies I've felt has been well worth my $10.75, in a long long time.





I give this one elephant trunk and two thumbs up!