Thursday, September 23, 2010


I have been dealing with a runny nose for a little while. The other day, I walked into the other Julie's office, and announced my runny nose. She handed me her box of Kleenex which was a really cute box. Apparently my manager had bought a box earlier that day and was feeling pretty good about it until he saw hers, to which he commented that hers was cuter than his more functional looking box. Yes, he did claim that it was cute. Although, later, he told a man that it was a cool box.

Everyone pulled out their boxes and a small parade was held. The other Julie wins with her box.

Well, another co-worker joined in on the fun and told us that he husband doesn't like using tissue, but prefers toilet paper. So he always has toilet paper with him. And not just a few squares here and there, but the squares with the cardboard. He just keeps his eye out for the last bit of the toilet paper and then takes it. Makes sense, right? It stays contained, and you know when you're going to run out.

At anytime he may have up to 3 rolls with him. And the family always has to check to make sure he's not trailing any paper out his pocket.

Now that's functional.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It Happened Again

Yes, it's true, I got another random text. It came yesterday morning:

Them: "Hey julie. How R U? how is work?"
(thought from me, OH GREAT, it happened again, and this one uses dumb texting language. So, trying to play it cool...)
Me: "Hey! Good, I'm just heading into a meeting. How are you?"
(a while later I get this)
Them: "Sorry i did not text you back, i was in the middle of an eye appointment. Me, cami, chad, and sade just went2 QdOBA 4 lunch."

Aha!! It's my nephew! I'd WAAAY prefer these kinds of texts :0) We texted for the next little while, and it was so fun.

But really, I have THE cutest nieces and nephews in the entire world. The day before I had a huge texting conversation with another nephew about how he dunked the ball over a girl. I was so proud of him. Today is the birthday of a niece, whom I adore. Monday, a nephew flew to Australia as a missionary. Yesterday I got emails from the other 2 that are on missions. They all are doing such good things with their lives, it's incredible. This aunt has a lot of pride.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Remember Who You Are

On Saturday night, I received a text from a boy who has given me my more than a fair share of headaches. He asked me what I was up to and so I let him know that I was just leaving for a party. He jokingly replied "Remember who you are." To which I responded "A desperate single woman?" He didn't really believe that I was desperate, and I told him the pickins are pretty slim in the valley. I think that scared him a bit, but it made me think...and dating life. No, I'm not desperate, but usually I think my dating pool is comparable to the Great Salt Lake. It's gross, shallow and shrinking. Apparently Salt Lake City has a higher number of men than women. I guess they count the gay community and the Bluffdale Correctional Facility in that number :0)

BUT, since I don't get to pick which commandments to follow - namely, dating - marriage, I've been asking for a change of heart so I'm not so bitter about the situation. Oddly, I haven't even been this bitter about dating, ever. That's a lot of time. Yesterday, I was reading in the Book of Mormon, Ether 4:13 "Come unto me, O ye Gentiles, and I will show unto you the greater things." These are the words of Christ, speaking to the Brother of Jared. Contextually, it's saying that we need to come to God and repent. Personally, it's saying that if I seek to come to God and trust in Him and His Servants, it will be a greater thing. No need for bitterness. So I will have trust to keep going and avoid the bitterness. Nothing good ever comes from that.

And then, upon getting to work today, I heard about the Camp Williams fire that got out of control yesterday and nearly destroyed a lot of homes and lives. My co-worker's brother lives right on the edge of where the fire came, and after hearing the story of evacuating the family, etc., I am humbled. I really don't have much to complain about.

Ultimately, remember who you are - you are a Child of God. Remember that relationship, develop that relationship, cherish it, and you will be happy and blessed.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

His Name is Kevin

Let me tell you a little bit about Kevin. He's married to my dear friend Megan. He entered my life in 2009 when he brought Meg some Gerber daisies. I really didn't even know that he existed until those flowers showed up. They had met on eHarmony - thank you Dr. Phil.
Since he first entered my life, I have spent a lot of time with this kid. He is so chill and knows something about EVERYTHING. I would dare say he's the master on random facts. So much so that I even saw a book he was reading that claimed to be the book of random facts.
He is so much fun to be around and has always been so incredibly nice to me. He even tells his wife to play with me. Which I completely appreciate. Many of my fun trips have been enabled by him, thanks to his job at Sky West. Totally generous. He is a hard worker, a dedicated father, a fast reader, a movie enthusiast, a happy camper, Canadian, not my cousin, and mostly, he makes Megan happier than I knew was possible. Thanks for being who you are Kev, you've been a blessing in my life.

I even got to share a bed with him a few weeks ago.