Shifting.

Things are changing, shifting, and all for the better.  I can feel something coming but I'm not sure what it is.   I can feel it every second of every day.  It almost makes me nervous, but not really.  Anxious, but not really.  Impatient, but not really.

It's fascinating having this energy building up and for quite some time.  It will be interesting when it transpires, revealing the shift I'm waiting for.

Where Have I Been?

Working.

Working out.

Not riding my bike.

Watching it snow.

Sleeping.

Sick.

Sleeping.

Sick.

Sleeping.

Ate something finally.

LSAT brain mashing.

Sleeping.

Work.

Skiing.

For the love, I just want to see "riding my bike" in that list somewhere.  Fuck.

Spring Cleaning, Julie style.

I have now lived in this house I own for six years.  As you know, shit tends to accumulate so I periodically go through old boxes and drawers and toss or give away stuff so if at some point I decide to move, I don't have to move something I don't use or need.

Spring is a great time to do this since I am ready for a clean space.  I decided the old magazines I have had above my refrigerator were in need of expulsion since I haven't looked at them since I put them in there.  

Old Surfer mags, FHM (when it was fun to read...it now sucks), Cooking Light, Gourmet.   They are all in a nice pile to go outside to the recycling can.  

Here's the kicker.  I have Playboy magazines to go outside as well.  Yeah.  I subscribed.  It was a dollar an issue so I got it.  My favorite reading was the Playboy Advisor... some jackass would inevitably write in and ask about his car problems which I could never understand why that person wouldn't ask something more important like.. I don't know... say "HOW DO I ROCK MY GIRLFRIEND'S WORLD???"  No.  That's not a priority in that dude's life.  Glad I'm not dating him.

I get to go put them outside and hope the neighbor kids don't delve into the recycling can.  I'll be reading the Advisor some month in the future and there will be someone from Sandy Utah asking "My neighbor throws away all of her old issues of Playboy and my kids keep digging them out.  How do I stop this?"

I swear.  This will happen.  Those of you who subscribe, let me know.  After I saw blonde after blonde, I cancelled.  Hugh can kiss my brunette ass.  

Open Mouth, Insert Foot.

I was flying to LA a few months ago and when I fly, I really enjoy disingaging so people don't talk to me on the plane. It's inevitable when they do, something strange occurs. One time on a flight from Dallas to SLC, I got to hear this guy tell me about his rubber clothing fetish. (huh?) Yeah. Stuff like that so it's better I just mind my own business.

I made it without a word from the SLC airport to LAX and went to get on the rental car bus. I got on and there were only two people sitting in it. Peace and quiet. Or so I thought. About two minutes pass and this guy in front of me says "You were on the flight from Salt Lake weren't you?" (I didn't remember seeing him on the flight)

"Yeah," I said. "Are you coming home or just on vacation?" "On vacation." We proceeded with that small talk for a few minutes and then I asked what he did for work. "I work for Dippin' Dots." "Hmmm. Those never really took off in Utah. In fact, I think they are kind of weird." He didn't flinch. He didn't say anything but "Oh."

We both happened to get out at the same rental car place and got our cars. As I was leaving the lot, I saw him looking very intently at an LA map. I knocked on his window and asked if I could help him find something. He pointed to where he was going and I said "Whatever you do, stay off the 405 right now. Rush hour is terrible." I showed him an alternate route and then he handed me his business card and said, "Call me if you ever want to hang out."

I told him to have a nice weekend and got in my car. I looked at the card and it had the name Curt Jones on it. Um. Yeah. The founder for Dippin' Dots.

Sometimes I can be a real jackass, but he was a good sport so I chuckled and off I went. My toes were tasty though.

Did You Think I Fell Off The Face Of The Earth?

Well, I didn't. I've been in Japan. It was amazingly beautiful and the people were grand. Don't even get me started on how yummy the food is there... minus the raw horse and chicken meat. Still adjusting to Utah time and I'm worked. Still studying for the LSAT, exercising and trying to stay sane.

I'm so ready for spring. Ready to ride my bike until 9 p.m. I'm just plain done with winter. Come on 65 degrees!!! Let's go!!!!

Spineless...

I watched the reprimand doled out to Buttars yesterday and was just floored.  Waddoups (aka Spineless Bastard) basically endorsed Buttars.  

Go ahead and read this.

Buttars is a complete embarrassment to Utah and Waddoups just saddled right up next to him as the biggest douchebag ever by not doing what was right.  I don't know why I expect anything else from that band of idiots on Capitol Hill.  A bunch of wing nuts really.

I keep sending Chris Vanocur text messages to interview me about Buttars and he keeps ignoring me.  Hmmmmm..  Come on Chris!  Call me! I'll keep it FCC appropriate and still say what everyone else is thinking.

Chris Buttars Again?

Dammit!  Stupid guy making me apologize for Utah.  How many times do I need to do this?  Apparently a lot.  Last year it was the "black baby" comment.  This year it's the gay bashing.  

Doesn't Buttars know homosexuals would NEVER wear wraps on their heads?  Not only that, their gay "jihad" would be all to flashy and too Broadwayesque to really incite anything bad.  I am imagining shiny costumes and lots of jazz hands here people.  Seriously.

So no, Mr. Buttars, gays are not like radical Muslims.  They might look at your package.  On second thought, no.  They wouldn't.  You are an ugly ugly man.  Inside and out.   And I can say stuff like this because I'm not a homophobe.  Rock out my gay comrades.  I support you!