Labor Day Weekend-

It's labor day weekend and I have no plans- this is a sign of old age.

I used to have at least- AT LEAST 5 items on my plate to choose, a virtual buffet- no wait, a Smorgasbord of items to choose from. Now, my plate is empty. I am hungry for something to do. I could use a day of bike riding and swimming at Grapevine Lake- that would be nice, but only Dumas and myself have rideable bikes and I would like to do something in a group.

Then, there is the idea of staying indoors, playing games, and watching movies- if I could round up some peeps I may do this- Knock, Knock, "Hi, Jenni, this is Eddie, can Dave come out and play- Ultimate Frisbee???" That would be the ULTIMATE way to spend the day- playing a super sweet game of ultimate-

Well, on that same note, I have a little bit of weekend anxiety about other plans- I have to work all night here at TI- literally all night, I am pulling a 21 hours straight shift- so then tomorrow I plan to go home and snooze in my super cushy bed, and then I want to watch the UNT/OU upset that will be on ABC at 6:30- but I would also like to play Ultimate Frisbee at 7- I really need to play frisbee- it keeps me lean and agile like a nigerian marathon runner...

What to do?

I used part of this true story in my book, it has been published here before, but I wanted to bring it back because it was just so interesting...

If you want more- Say Bueno.

I decided I wanted to eat alone today at Bueno and read some of my novel. Well, the most bizarre set of events happened. As I am walking in, I see this girl who is dressed like a "lady of the evening" for lack of a better word. She is wearing short cut-off jean shorts, and purple 80's looking half shirt. She had the 70's hair wave going, some cheap perfume, and all the jewelry that she probably owned rounding out her outfit. She did have nice legs though- I noticed them right off the bat and chastised myself because I thought she was probably a bratty teenager from Clark High School here in Plano. I figured she was one of the unpopular girls, because all the popular girls at Plano high know how to dress trampy without looking white trash- trust me, I have seen my fair share of those girls too.

As I am walking in, the aforementioned girl holds the door open for me, I say, "thanks!" in a rather shocked tone and she mumbles something unintelligible. I think she is probably a 2 dollar crack ho- (pardon my language, but I don't know how else to describe her) who is messed up in the head. I walk up to the register and order my food, and I am surprised that she has the money to buy her own food. For some reason I got the vibe that she was going to try to hit me up for some cash. I don't know what it is about being a big man, but women seem to think that I have money, money to hand out, and all they have to do is bat their doe-y eyes at me- which most of the time does work by the way, but not this time. The problem is I have no cash, so I am actually glad that she didn't ask, because even though I am wary of this girl, she is still a woman, a woman that is misdirected and lost, but a woman nonetheless- and did I mention that she has GREAT legs? Well, she does, and my eyes are doing their darndest not to notice as I fill my drink and go and sit at the table.

My food is ready and I go and pick it up and settle down into a quiet lunch of taco's, burrito's and Dr. Pepper. I have read one full page of my Greg Iles novel when guess who walks up and asks if she can sit with me! Now, don't stat thinking that I am excited about this- I am not- not at all. Who asks to sit with a total stranger? Especially one that is as big as me! I am not one given to bouts of conceit, girls do not throw themselves at me- unless I am on the dance floor, or behind a microphone. Apparently she sensed the gentleness of spirit that I possess, or maybe she caught me sneaking a peak at those non-stop legs, or maybe she is a psycho packing a Glock and she is going to tell me to keep my mouth shut, pick up my food, and then force me to drive her to México where she is going to deliver her kilo of cocaine. But that doesn't happen, she just sits and stares out the window and tells me how she walks there everyday for lunch and never has anyone to talk to. I eat there a lot myself, so I think this is some sort of line, but maybe her lunchtime varies. Maybe her intentions are honest? Maybe.

She continues to tell me that she has a 10 year old son, and a couple of other ones living with foster people because CPS took them away. Her mother is a prude and a Mormon, and in less nasty words, her mother always tells her that she dresses like a tramp. At this point I raise my eyebrows in a mock tone suggesting- "No, that's silly, that's crazy, Ignorance". Apparently she is as delusional as Michael Jackson.

She then tells me that her father don't understand her, and he would flip out if he knew she was talking to a 19 year old boy- (not me, another guy she apparently thrust herself on during lunch, I’m 27)

We chat about nothing and everything; she does most of the talking. I listen and find my eyes flitting over her features, pressing like moths to a glass, seeking meaning where there is none. Now my eyes are drifting over her hair. It's bleached, been died about 3 shades before it finally settled on a cross between orange and dishwater blonde. This hair also is in need of a hot oil treatment. Her eye shadow is silver, but other than that she don't wear much make up. Nice teeth, eyes almost baby blue, skin is nice, but she looks like she has fake baked a couple times too many. She is not unattractive at all, from a distance I would say she was "hot", but as you get closer, you see she is a little rough around the edges.

Her hot pink fingernails have white designs on them. I notice her playing with the index finger, and across the top the words- "Sexy" are scrawled across in a small, but fancy script. She's really sweet, and by the time I tell her to leave, she lets me go. I am surprised again that she doesn't offer to sell me anything, or ask me to drive her somewhere. However, she does turn around and at the last minute tell me to do something that makes me happy, she says, “Choose a career that makes you happy, your going to be doing it for the rest of your life”. Is she Psychic? Did she mean I was going to be stuck here at TI for the rest of my life? What did she MEAN! This was odd since I only mentioned that I was going back to school to be a teacher, and her mother was a teacher, which she then told me her mother was crazy long before she became a teacher. I thought it was really sweet though, that in just a few minutes this crazy psycho lady had enough sense to at least leave me with a kind word. She didn't want anything, just someone to talk to, it was a little disconcerting, but also a little sad. All in all, it made my lunch much more interesting…

Over me.

I realize by now that most people are just over me. After having a total of 36 comments posted to my website in the last 6 months with over 100 posts, I find that my site is visited by people who either don't like me, or don't care to comment. So, I removed the comments section of my site, and decided that this site is no longer going to be called eddo and company, but just eddo, because I have no company.

Is it because I no longer have a cell phone that I am so utterly uncool? Perhaps it is my trendy clothes or intimidating size that cause you to shy away, heaven knows it can't be my witty banter and charm, I have neither and don't care to acquire them. It seems that everyone now days wants to get noticed for something, but what is so bad about not being noticed at all? I tell you, it's not that bad, I used to think it was the worst thing in the world, but not being noticed can be quite refreshing and peaceful.

Not having a phone is somewhat cathartic as well. I don't ever have to turn down my radio on the way to work, I never wonder if my phone is ringing while I am in the shower, and I am not called upon, or invited to do anything- and then your "friends" have an excuse- "Well, you don't have a phone" they say this like they have never heard of other forms of communication, like email, or snail mail, or just stopping by... but alas I digress.

Here is a letter to all of my non-commenting friends- I think you are ugly and stupid. There, another very therapeutic thing is making fun of people for no reason at all whatsoever. Being negative and venting about nothing is just plain fun, and sometimes being downright mean is exhilirating- try it sometime, try it on me- I will probably hit you in the face, but later I will applaude you for being so brave.

Dip What?

Some of you may be wondering why I have this offensive sign on my website- I think it is funny.

They repaired the sign, and someone drew a picture of poop instead of writing the actual word, I am hoping to capture an image of that one as well.

You remember my definition of Ship High In Transit- where the word S.H.I.T actually came from?- well, if you do, then you will see that this is not really a bad word at all- and who is to say what word is bad? It is just a word afterall- there doesn't seem to be a way to label the degree of offensiveness unless it is offensive to a certain person. It is definitely not deragatory toward any one group- it isn't a racist or stereotypical term. So why is it considered bad? I looked it up on the internet and found that I am not the first to ask this question. I just wish I knew how words became profane.

Hopefully I didn't offend anyone with this post, if I did, I really don't give a... well, you know.

No, it's not easy being creative...

Okay, so I have been brainstorming for new ideas on what to write about next, and by the way, if you don't want to hear about me talking about writing, or if you think I am just bragging, or if you think I am retarded, you are probably right on all accounts and if you don't like it you can go and visit someone else's site where they give a crap about what you think. This is my website, it is about me, and so I am going to do nothing but write about me.

So, my idea flow just up and stopped. I sat down a number of times today and just as the creative juices started to flow, I had several interruptions- the first interruption came in the form of hunger pain, so I stymied it quickly by eating a slice of Jimmy's extra cheesy pepperoni pizza. The next urge was to crawl right back into my extremely comfortable bed, but I drank a diet coke, tried to shake off the lethargy, and forced myself to stay focused on the subject at hand.

I then stared at my computer a while, put my fingers on the glossy black keys- and then started pressing them wildly hoping against hope that something brilliant would spring forth- but much to my chagrin- I had nothing but a lot of words that were lifeless and as flavorless a salt free saltines.

Fortunately, I have taken a course, or something that sort of resembles a course on creativity- maybe you remember me mentioning The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron- or perhaps you have had the opportunity to see the revised Christian version by way of ebumpkin.com- No? Well, I really didn't expect you to remember, if you did, then I would be really surprised and I would tell you that you needed to get out more and stop spending so much time on the internet.

That being said, I have had very little time to really allow myself to replenish my creative reserves, therefore, I have nothing to draw from, I am empty, poured out, like the perfume bottle broken by the woman of ill repute at the feet of Jesus, I am nothing but a puddle of fragrance, pungent to the nose of the passerby.

Now the clouds hang over my head, grimacing around me, puffed up with jowls full of spittle ready to shower me with angry words and torrents of wrath, and I cringe and pull back and I am beat about by the gusts and blows that they press upon me.

See, I told you- saltines...

And the winner is!

Cody and Nikki sort of...

On Thursday I posted a few comments about reaching a major milestone, the book was not finished then- but it is now!

I wrote my first book ever, and I think it is pretty good. I have some editing to do, some details to add- but overall I am quite pleased. It is 66,000+ words, 120 pages singled spaced, 12 point times new roman.

I will now have to start trying to find and agent, join a writers guild, or find out some other way to get noticed, and published!

A special thanks to all of my friends who believe in me, one day I may be able to put you in my acknowledgements section.

I would still like to make a trip to the FBI located on One Justice Way in Dallas Texas- it is odd, when you start researching things for a book, sometimes you realized how easy some things are, and at the same times, some things are often much more complex than you ever thought they would be.

Another special shout out to God above, who is the master creator, and as Julia Cameron points out- he is an endless source of creativity. I hope that my book is real, and pleasing to him at the same time. Often times I found myself led to write on a more worldly level, but I wanted something my mother could read, and I could not be ashamed of.

This weekend has been good to me. I went to Lousiana on a Song of Solomon conference and met the woman that I will Marry since Nikki declined my multiple proposals, I thought the one from the hot air balloon was really good. Amanda, declined me as well, and so did sarah, all for reasons that seemed genuine at the time, I was too tall, or too funny, or too smart, I really liked the one where they said I was "too good looking", they are too kind.

Anyway, back to my future bride, she is 5' 4" tall, cute as a button, and is just as handy as they come. When I needed a good laugh, she provided one, when I needed a bottle of water, she handed me evian, when I needed a pen, she cut herself and allowed me to use her blood. She already has two kids in college, and a nice Z71 Tahoe, a nice Victorian style home, and she is an interior designer. I am just waiting for her husband to die so we can move on with our lives together.

On a much more negative note, I tried to pay my phone bill, but they wouldn't let me do it with a credit card over the phone- and right now I need to pay with credit, I have the cash, but I want to keep it safely in the bank, and sometimes not being contrained by the digitial devices of this world is kind of nice.

If you don't know this about me, then it is time I told you- Sometimes I need a small break from reality, especially after something like this SOS conference I was just at. You talk to so many people, and you have to be nice even when people aren't nice to you. You laugh and you talk and you reach out, and then you are very tired, and you want nothing more than to just veg out and to be left alone. Then, once I have had sufficient time to vegetate, then I am back to my loveable self, I hope I am loveable- am I loveable? People sometimes tell me that I am, but normally that is after I have slipped them a twenty!


I have written much this time because my banter over the last few weeks has been minimal. THE BOOK has taken most of my time- yes, that is what it is called.

I have updated, refreshed the comments portion of my website, so please feel free to drop me a line-

I miss you and love you.

Hugs and Kisses!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOOOO

YES! I freaking did it!

I reached a goal that I was striving for, something I have been working hard on for the last 13 days- A goal I didn't think I would reach until the end of the month, something that I have wanted to do my entire life, and just now I have done it. 11:09 Thursday, this is better than graduating college, almost as much fun as having a first born child and everything that comes before it.

I will now inhale the blessedness that is life, and leave you to wonder what in the world I am talking about.

I love you all, so very very much.

I... said.... NO!!

My life is about pleasing others- but who can please both God and man? Not I.

Yesterday I finally said NO to someone when I really needed to. You ever make the mistake of saying something that actually invites someone else to say something? Well, I did this. I was talking about wanting to do something that made more money- as every does, and this guy at work was like, "What are you doing tomorrow?" and I was like, "Nothing" when in reality I am ALWAYS doing something. Time is precious. So, I acquiesced to this invite to participate in a meeting to hear about some selling of something, and later I was like- "What in the world? Eddo, you can't sell ice water to people burning in hell" and so I called and said I couldn't make it. Well, never do that, just tell the person no up front, don't let them suck you in- cause later- later they will find a time when you are available and pinpoint you until you give in. Yesterday, this same guy was like, "Do you have just 4 minutes?" and I was like, "Okay" but I really didn't. So I listened to this phone call for 4 minutes about selling and it was a really nice speech, but I wasn't interested, and when the guy asked me, "What do you think?" I said, I think "no" it doesn't sound like something I would be interested in. Like a good salesman he said, well, you don't have to sell, you just hand them a cd or a video- and then they come back if they are interested. But me, I don't even like to do that- I like keeping my friends my friends, and keeping my work life separate from that- mixing the two is never fun- not for me anyway.

So, to all of you I say- NO! It feels good, better than I thought it would- it was almost as much fun as saying YES.

Krispy Kreme

I pushed them out of my life, I tired of them, like I tire of reality shows. When they are hot and fresh, they are soo good, but then after about 80 dozen they become vanilla- you know, nuthin special.

Now, they have reinvented them, sugar-coated with powder and cinnamon, damn them all! Now, I am hooked again, like a new derivative of crack cocaine, my high is back. I can resist them no more.

Homeless Friendly


"Hey Mister Pickup Man, Are you Homeless Friendly?"

I chuckled as I began to reach for my wallet. "If you are, can you spare some change?"

Leathery skin wrapped around a skeletal body, shaggy sun-bleached hair curled beneath a green baseball cap. A camaflouge backpack and a rusty ten speed completed his ensemble.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money, you would have thought that he had won the lottery. I said, "Here you go, and God Bless" You would have thought that I had given him a 100 dollars, he kept saying thanks and smiling and waving at me as I drove away. He rode away on his bike and even when I wasn't looking, he still had his hand up waving. I think maybe he was saying, "Praise the Lord!"

It don't take much to make others happy, and I don't know if he was going to go buy food, beer, or drugs, but I know that for a few minutes he will at least be happy- and that made my day.

True To... ME.

I like to please people. I love appreciation, I adore applause, but the person I try to please most is- Me.

I like to challenge myself, to dream, to push myself harder than most people, and one day, when I look back I never want to regret anything that I have done. When I have loved, I will want to have pursued. When I have hurt, I will not be ashamed to cry, and when I laugh, I will not care who is watching.

Being true to yourself is not as easy as it seems. In a world that tries to push an image on you no matter where you look, sometimes an appearance of being true, is really only a lie that you've told yourself over and over and now you believe it.

Being true to me is being secure in who I am, in what I am doing, and pursuing my dreams. For the first time I am doing that and I am happier than I have ever thought possible. Not everyone will see the changes that I make, sometimes the changes aren't visible, some times the victories are small- but to me, they are victories nonetheless.

A couple of things not to do when talking to customer support... me being customer support.


One of my customers today sounded like he ate an entire box of Captain Crunch while I was helping him. Granted, there was some time when I had to remote to his machine so he could do nothing but sit there and wait, but did he have to eat the whole box in one mouthful?

Also, when I tell you to do something, don't repeat it back to me over and over, for instance- I say "Click on your My Computer" Don't say. "Click on My Computer?" I am not trying to have a crazy person's dialogue with you, I actually want you to click on the icon that says, MY COMPUTER. I do not need to hear an echo 5 times in a row of what I tell you to do. You stupid parrot.


Please do not get angry with me, or expect me to know who wrote this latest Virus- I can be a plethora of information, but I don't know everything for crying out loud, if I did, do you think I would be answering phones for a living???

Canoeing.

Canoeing is fun, it is manly, it is different. It is really nice to go canoeing with good friends in the rain. However, if you already weigh 300 pounds, do not try to go canoeing with someone that weighs 250... try to find some ultra skinny people to go with so that at the slightest move you don't hurl yourself out of the boat and into the dirty water.

Cody, Dumas, and Josh Pulattie went canoeing with me on Saturday morning. It was a very nice time. God provided cool breezes and rain the entire time- which really was kind of nice.

The guy that we rented the canoes from said that it normally takes people about 4 and 1/2 hours in order to go 6 miles, but we did it in 3. It was really weird, we were hurrying sometimes, almost racing each other, but a good portion of the time, I was just resting- and so was Josh. I don't know if the people that took four hours actually had paddles or not, but I don't know what they were doing if it took them that long.

Later on Saturday we went to Texas Hamburger Factory- it is delicious. Big Burgers, Fries, Seven Layer Dip... it was amazing. After that we watched Basic with John Travolta. The movie wasn't that bad, and it got horrible reviews. So far this year the only truly horrendous movies that I have seen have been Rollerball, and The Truth About Charlie. Rollerball was so bad, I mean, really bad, so bad that we turned it off. I am sooo easy to please too when it comes to movies, normally the only thing I need to keep me focused is a carrot on a stick, or something shiny that jingles- but this more was painful, mindless, drivel.

After Basic- I went and played some Ultimate Frisbee- which was wonderful. There were some new people playing that I hadn't really gotten to know, and I myself was rusty. Afterward, this new girl told me, "You did pretty good." Like it wasn't my first time. I said, "Thanks!" and I meant it. She didn't realize that she was talking to the Tiger Woods of Ultimate Frisbee and that I was having an off day... it was funny.

After Frisbee I went to Cody's house where we ate more delicious burgers, Potato Salad that was to die for, beans, and homeade coconut creme pie- it was one of the best days of the summer.

I sometimes pull back from my life and wonder if it can get any better? I don't think so. I have everything that I need right now. I am so incredibly content. I have started writing again, and this time, I think I am going to go all the way.

The babbling crap that I have posted on my eddo shorts page is just that- babbling crap. It pales in comparison to my newest stuff- man, that sounds arrogant.

Well- I have written enough to catch you up on my life- please drop me an email sometime and let me know what is new with you...

Remember, everyone loves you at eddo and company.

Busy...

Hey, I am sooo busy, but I did manage to post an awesome joke on my how to make me laugh section. I LOVED IT.

When I have time, I will tell you about my canoeing experience...

Love you!

Art by Eddo (Click on my name)

As you all know I am a great artist. Everything that I do screams out Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, Renoir, Munch- you get the picture. However, few of you actually get to see my greatest masterpieces. I work in various mediums, print, photos, canvas, and even digital. Mostly digital- it is the cheapest and I think it turns out the highest quality of work.

Featured today are 4 of my latest pieces that I have created over the years. Each piece is carefully thought out. I design them first in microsoft word 2002, then I use Microsoft Picture It to edit them, and then I touch them up with Frontpage. I know, it sounds like I should have went into graphic design. Perhaps I missed my calling? Perhaps. However, I think you will find these images to be awe-inspiring and breathtaking. Placing them here digitally online for you, will allow you to set them as Wallpaper for FREE! That's right, Original Masterpieces created by Eddo on your desktop.

If you would like, I can also paint you any of these items on actual canvas. Colors and sizes will vary, and costs will be great, but if you desire them, please let me know so we can work on payment arrangments.

Hope you enjoy- watch for more selections coming soon.

Eddo on... Really Bad Decisions

Well, we all make them don't we? I mean, there was that time when I was in the 12th grade and one of my closest buds was sitting next to me in speech class, we were all sitting on these benches in the band room and the teacher was asking us questions. Jimmy stood up to answer a question and I thought- "Wouldn't it be funny if when Jimmy sat down, if he sat on my pen!" Thinking that I had the reflexes of a fish, or some other quick animal, I put my plan into action by holding my pen in my fist and I thought as soon as his right butt cheek hit the pencil he would jump up. Unfortunately, he sat down really fast, the pen poked a hole in his pants, and punctured his buttocks. I felt really bad.

Then there was that time I was burning trash in the country, and I accidentally set the yard on fire.

And did I mention that time I caught a towel on fire in the kitchen, put the towel out, and then I set it on the floor not realize that the towel was still on fire and it burned a big whole in the linoleum.

Well, this list could go on forever.

Anyway, over time you start to realize what is a good decision and what is a bad decision. Today I decided to make a smart, and therefore, good decision. I am waiting to student teach, I am staying at Texas Instruments, I am not spending the money for classes.

Who wants to be so busy when the holidays are coming? Why get in a hurry and spend money that I don't have, and stress myself out for something that I am not even going to get to use until next fall? Why make contacts now that will forget about me by the fall of 2004? So, that's it- my first good decision of year 2003.

Seabiscuit-updated 08/05/03 Because of what Jimmy said.

Well, some critics have said that this movie is not as epic as they made it out to be- those critics are retarded. This is hands down the best movie since Remember the Titans (In it's Genre Jimmy- In its Genre) . I cannot compare it to Finding Nemo which was the best movie since The Lion King, but for its kind of movie, it was awesome.

I found my face wet with tears numerous time as my chest swelled with emotion. The moments of caring and loss and gain and respect and hardwork, and letting go- each of these lessons is played out in excellent fashion and I found myself literally applauding on the inside and out.

I am a horse lover. Growing up I worked on a horse ranch for over a year. I even had an Appaloosa when I was thirteen. She was 2 years old, very green, and one time when I was brushing her tail she kicked me in the arm and it turned purple. I cried and my grandmother was there at the time and she made me put some Maleleuca Oil on it- the latest product of the many products that she sold over the years.

I was also kicked in the leg when I was twelve when my half senile boss told me to stand behind this mare and hit her with a whip cause she wouldn't be still. I have never, ever, seen a 2 year old- horse or human, sit still when you are hitting them. Her muscle haunches started kicking at me so fast that it seemed like a chorus line of horses were kicking at me in fast-forward. It is still a blur as to how I got out of that stall without being trampled to death.

Later I was bitten and pawed in the back when a horse decided that he wanted to visit one of the Mares even though he was a gelding. Just because the package had been removed, didn't mean that the natural instinct had gone with it. He was angry with me, and getting stamped in the back does not feel good- however, it is more frightening than it is painful.

Which brings me back to Seabiscuit- it was an all around good movie with some excellent points- "just becuase a man is a little banged up, doesn't mean you throw a whole life away" "I think it is better to break a man's leg, than to break his heart". It is hard to use words to convey emotion, so just GO! Go See Seabiscuit.

We also went to Ghengis with the Talburt Kiddos- We being Nikki and I, and Taylor was there, but he made this really yucky ham, pineapple, chicken, honeymustard dish that looked and smelled so bad that I didn't want it near me, but I was civil and just pretended that it did not exist.

Be sure to visit "Annoy Me" -today's is a doozy.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid


This morning I got up early- for me now that I work nights, that is a cheerful 8 o'clock. The freaky thing is that I wanted to wake up at 8, I didn't set an alarm and when I looked at the clock on my phone- it said 8:00 exactly. As if God himself had awoken me at the precise time. I love him for that.


Anyway, I needed to go pick up my 106 dollar check that I had won on Monday, and I had to drive down to KISS FM. I got dressed, got in my car, and just started driving. I was halfway to Lewisville before I realized I had no directions, so, I remembered that they have a new office in Los Colinas so I just started heading that direction. I get to Mac Arthur and Beltline and decide that I am probably pretty close, so I give the station a call. The extremely nice lady tells me that I just need to take 635 East to the tollway, head south on the tollway, exit northwest hwy, take a left on northwest highway, take a right on douglas, it is in the bank building on the right. Well, if you know Dallas at all, you know that I have driven completely out of my way, fortunately, I called while I was still near beltline, and I still had the chance to remedy some of my stupidity.

Then, I decided that I was hungry, so I go to la madeline and i get a croissant- it cost 5.39 for a crossaint with some egg, cheese, and tomatoes- unbelievable. Then I grabbed a bottle of Evian, the small 16 ounce size, and it was 1.99- so breakfast was close to 8 bucks- another stupid thing.

The third stupid thing- i had to mail a letter today to irving isd so that I could get a job. In this letter I was supposed to include copies of my transcripts, resume, and letter of eligibility. Well, it took me a lot of hoops to get my transcripts and in my glee, I sealed the envelope, placed 5 stamps on the front, added the address, and then remembered that I did not include my resume, or a contact number. So, I just gave up, dropped it in the mail box and hoped that by some freak chance they will match it to the online application that I filled out.

So, there you have it. This should have gone under my "I hate to admit..." column, but it was too long for that, so you get it here.