to sum things up...

i do realize that this very blog keeps some of you sane during your workday. i apologize for the long delay and what may have appeared to be my utter lack of concern. let's start over, "hi, my name and julian...and your name is?"

Below are the quicklist of events that have kept me away so long:
-missed the memorial day crit..call it lazy, tired, or just my lack of interest in driving 6 hours round trip to hopefully win, and if i fell short of the victory, i would have had to pout, and make up excuses that i've already used thus resulting in embarrassment
-started my now infamous wheat grass addiction. i'm sorta proud of it, but i realize that i will spend at least 3 years in rehab. i figure it will be like a scene off transpotting. anyways, i named my big wheat grass plant "wheaty" and i have given him several hair cuts, which have lead me to a lot of juicing...i was also informed last night that wheaty has a lot of bugs around him and now must be moved from the guest bedroom to the great outdoors

-joey deleon, aka, "ripped fuel deleon" had a little mtn biking accident...adios collarbone. who needs one anyways! get well soon joey, or else the project @ work is going to go down the drain.

-i learned that chuck norris is one of the toughest guys out there...

-when discussing high speed, high dollar coffee makin machines from starbucks, always make sure that the discussion stays on coffee makers, and not organic...orange...ocean octupuses... @ any rate poor Jason "IE Bouncer" Fagerquist, upon hearing about a few jokes about oracles..errhh oreos...spat out his grande flipolatte, wait the better word would be puked or spewed it out of the car, just beating the car door opening. With is face blood red, and his fellow buddy patting him on the back, while Teddy Graham's laughed himself silly in the backseat. The only thing Fagerquist didn't do was poop his pants. But, amist all the vomitting, choking, and hacking...he found one good breath of air in his lungs to utter the words, "that's going to leave a mark!" Image this man, spewing gallons of starbucks onto the pavement...one word for this man...warrior!

-for those of you who enjoyed the blog about Monte Alban which translates to "the place of intestinal destruction," we rolled back there last night and did some work. Eric took down the mighty meal once again, however; I went for the sugar eating championship and showed my endurance as I slurped down a VIRGIN pina...NO ALOCHOL...NONE!!! I had to tell the waitor like 7 times to be on the safe side, and he also brought me like 2 litters of mountain dew.