So this is the next step.

I figured I'd start a blog since I'm a failed journalist and journalists are supposed to hate bloggers. Does this mean I hate myself or my former self or possibly even my future self? Not even close.
Anyway, Hefdubbing is interesting in itself.
The name comes from a nickname. It started in high school with this rapper Fat Lip. Pharcyde lovers unite. Anyway he has one of the sweetest videos ever. Plus this was the first rap song I knew all the words to. I was a badass after this. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SK_WfF6hf2E —Funny but a very interesting and telling portrait of society.) Anyway as word got around via me about how sweet this was, my baseball team figured we all needed names associated with the word "White" since I'd already been dubbed (pun intended for those of you who know) Fat White which was ripped from Fat Lip. Also in the song the chorus goes "who am I kidding, who am I fooling, what's up Fat Lip?" Exchange Fat White for Fat Lip and I would rock some parties in high school with people chanting my nickname. Hell we had kids going by Real White, Turkey White, Half White and Deaf White (Later changed to DK for deaf kid. No worries he was cool with it).
Fat White progressed into F-Dub my junior year. By the time we hit college, it became apparent that unusually bad things seemed to happen to me. Some my fault, some unavoidable. Anyway these became known as Hef's (Huge embarrassing Failures). Therefore I started going by Hef Dub (I tried to pass it off as being smooth with the ladies and the Hef stood for Hugh Hefner). Despite a brief bought with the name Fit-dub (yes at one point I was fit), Hef Dub seemed to stay.
Well that's carried through with people that know me. There for, if you're one of my two readers, you've officailly been hef-dubbed. I of course did the hefdubbing.

Back to the point. I am in fact at the next stop in my life. I usually have great timing with these things. I left job security, benefits and steady pay (well, not really steady pay) during a time where this country faces the biggest financial and economic crisis in a long time.
This seems to be a trend in my life.
The first week I started my internship in Craig, Sports Illustrated called and said they had a spot for a fact checking intern.
After a month in Steamboat, Longmont where I had been working part time had two full-time positions open up. Both involved covering the Broncos, Avs, Rockies and Nuggets.

But it's something I've had to do. Not to bog people down, but my decision was based on several things.
1) My family is fucked up right now, and somehow I was voted team captain of hearing problems, dealing with them and trying to be there for everyone.
2) I didn't like my job. Hey I wanted to be a sports writer since I was 10. But I don't have that passion for it anymore. I think part of it was I was worked like a good looking $4 hooker. Plus I was fooling myself into thinking I was actually happy. I wasn't.
2a) The quest to refind that passion or a new one.
3) I'm a restless person. I get pretty bored with places after a couple years. I needed something completely new. In a way, I need a change. The whole layout of the people I worked with had changed too. To quote OAR "I needed a change from this burnout scene, another time, another town, another everything.
4) It's scary to say, but something was telling me I need to grow up. I didn't want to go out all the time anymore. That's what happens when you've suffered through roughly 82,486 hangovers, plus another 26,431 times I decided instead of being hungover, I'd just keep drinking. I've had some wicked fun benders, but I think about two months ago I decided I didn't want to do that anymore. Plus there were borderline times I was on the fence of being a full-fledged drunk. I've seen what alcohol can do to people and was seeing what it was doing to me. Steamboat's not necessarily the place to try to get out of that lifestyle. Plus a lot of the people I know in Steamboat could seriously be on "Ripley's believe it or not: drinking addition." I could certainly make that show as Hef Dub can polish them off with the best. (Side tangent, i've never seen anyone drink more than my buddy Curt. I've seen him drink 84 beers in a 24-hour period. I've also seen him shotgun 41 beers in the course of a night.) We made one hell of a drinking team.
Anyway, I think I'm ready to go onto my next adventure and next phase of what I'm going to do. I figure with making that decision I should attempt to be clear minded.
5. I've been hurt by the opposite sex back-to-back in Steamboat. Needless to say ski towns are nowhere to date anyone. The last one hurt good, but I'm moving on. Without saying too much, I don't think I was treated fairly at the end and that was the part that hurt the most. Person X is a very special and unique person that's full of good qualities. Unfortunately we were both at different spots in our life and inevitably we both had a lot of areas in our life we need to work on. It helped I had people/girls that had lived in Steamboat for a while that could break it down for me. Exactly what it's like to be a girl in a Ski Town and all the stuff of being in a place like Steamboat initially. Plus I liked her more than she liked me. But as Dennis Leary says, "Life sucks, get a fucking helmet."
That's a pretty good philosophy in just moving on, which I'm currently doing right now. If person X ever comes across this, good luck and thanks for the good times.

So that's that. If you've actually read to this point, good work. If you skimmed, good work. Anyway, I have 12 days left of work in Steamboat.
I figured we'd set some goals before we left.
Camp fire next to my house.
Golf one more time in Steamboat.
Send letters to my favorite people in Steamboat.
Draft a plan of action for what I want to do with my life, while trying to stay out of financial trouble, and in turn get everything worked out with my family, while finding time to reconnect with people I haven't seen on the Front Range....Fuck it. That can wait.