The Rundown

Over the years I have watched THE ROCK metamorphose into the superstar tha he has become. Not a big fan of wrestling, I am a fan of anyone who crosses over from wrestling to the big screen with such ease.

Dwayne Johnson is also one of those types of people much like myself- big, brown, and of an ambiguous race- people look at me and often ask- what is your race? I am sure that THE ROCK gets that almost as much as I do.

Over the weekend I went and saw THE RUNDOWN which is by far one of the best movies I have seen this year in the action genre. It's not an amazing story- duh. It is just a fun movie with a lot of big laughs and big hits.

The only thing I didn't like about the movie is that THE ROCK is too nice. I want someone to come in like THE TERMINATOR- caring nothing for the human race, only his objective. I want people to get punched in the face for no reason at all, I want clever phrases that I can use later in conversation, in other words, I want THE ROCK to be the next Arnold Schwarzenneger- is this possible? I think so. THE ROCK just needs to get an accent, I think possibly something with a Jamaican/Hungarian flavor- that would definitely spice his character up a bit.

So go see THE RUNDOWN- it is light years ahead of The Mummy Returns and The Scorpion King- well, maybe not light years- but it's a whole heck of a lot better.

Attaining Greatness (Diatribe #648)

I have found that there is a fine line between contentedness and complacency. As Christians we are taught to learn how to be humble and content, but we are also taught to "run in such a way as to receive the prize..."
and to "Work wholeheartedly as unto the Lord." Life can sometimes become comfortable, we make personal sacrifices for others, we give in to our own lack of motivation, and we allow every day to become routine, rudimentary, hum drum. What causes us to settle for second best? What keeps us from being great? Why are so many people living a second rate, mediocre life? Because it's easier.


People who are truly great became great because of what they stood for, what they believed in and what they did. Right or wrong, they held by what they said, they faced the crowd, laughed in the face of adversity and pressed on.

I want to be all that God made me to be. I want to dream big, I want to care about something deeply, I want to make a difference in the lives that surround me. Life is for the living, God came so that we might have it and have it to the full- so what are we waiting for? In the words of Shakespeare, "Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

Be not afraid of greatness- reach out, take it by the hand, rip it out of less deserving hands, and once you have it- never let it go.

Writing

All my life I have wanted to be a lot of different things, some things seemed unattainable, so I didn't even give them a try. Now that I am following one of those dreams I realize that some dreams can become nightmares. The idea of opening a restaurant has been a long time dream of mine, but I realize that without proper planning, it can become a nightmare. Now, my latest project- book writing, the one dream that I can afford to follow- has become quite tedious and grueling. Imagine writing a 120 page English paper. First you have to plot it out, then you have to decide on the structure. Next, you have to make sure that it is grammatically correct, subject-verb agreement, adverbs, gerund phrase, simile, metaphor, sentence structure- and all that crap. Then you have to make sure your stoy is a story that is both intriguing and original. Apparently there are only 12 plots that can be done in any book or movie- boy meets girl, girl meets boy, someone is being rescued from a dragon, a wicked stepmother, or an evil sorcerer, good verses evil, conflict resolution- you get the idea. So basically the writer has to have a good idea, knowing that it has been done before, they are really just putting a different twist on old ideas.

After getting your idea neatly laid out on paper, spending approximately 40-50 hours of intense typing, you have to reread your work and edit it yourself. Let me just tell you right now, the generation of unique ideas is the easy part, putting them down on paper is a little more difficult, going back and editing those same thought and unique ideas is a grueling, tedious, nightmare.

I want my book to be like rice crispies, I want it to speak to the reader, to snap, crackle, and pop. I want to explore the five human senses mesmerizing my readers with sights, sounds, smells, touches and tastes. I don't want their to be any ambiguity about the color of one of my characters skin, I want the surroundings to be laid out in magnificent detail, I want my readers to know that I know what I am talking about, and I want them to appreciate the fact that I know they are intelligent individuals and therefore I am going to write and smart piece of work. Much easier said than done.

So many ideas are floating around inside my head, sometimes I will edit something only to discover that I covered the omission at a later point. Or I will come up with a fresh new idea that I want to infuse in my story. Like some clever phrasing that came to me while driving down the street- Ugh. It is much more difficult than I can tell you in a long-winded blog.

Now I have to get back to the editing process, I needed this momentary diversion to allow me to clear my thoughts.

I love you sooo much.

Integrity Found

People ask me all the time what I do for a living, I basically answer phones and solve computer problems. But we also get a variety of tickets that are routed from the internet. Recently I saw a ticket from our VP of operations. Apparently he had gone a business trip, and he had expensed his plane ticket through our Expense Manager System. However, he put the ticket in to our helpdesk so that we would help him pay for part of the ticket himself, part of his trip was used for personal reasons.

I stared at the ticket in amazement. Most people would just expense the whole ticket instead of going through the trouble of trying to pay for a percentage. Our VP of Operations is already super nice, and super cool- but he gained about 50 bonus points with me when I saw his level of integrity.

American Dreams


I have wanted to buy a house for a while now, but I haven't found anything that really suits me in a long time- plus, I don't have a gazillion dollars for a down payment.

Well, the other day I found the house of my dreams. Small, but not too small- old, but not too old, and with a really large lot in Denton in a good area. The house is a little pricier than I thought, but right now I am scrambling around trying to come up with a way to buy this house, however, it looks like I am going to have to pimp myself out in order to come up with the cash.

Anyway, back to the house- it is a two story 1400 square foot home- three bedrooms. The upstairs is just one large L shaped room with triangular celiings- it is very different. It has new central heat and air.

All in all- it is THE house. So, anyone want to buy a kindney? Ooh, that's an idea- I can sell an organ on Ebay...

Shake it- Shake it- Shake it like a Polaroid Picture!

Alright, Alright, Alright...


My weekend was totally busy, relaxing and fun. I watched this movie called Pumpkin starring Christina Ricci (a celeb crush for me)- It is the most wonderful, miserable, happy, sad, sweet, hilarious, mean movie I have ever seen. Steel Magnolias had nothing by way of emotional rollercoaster on this tornadic twister. You have to see it to believe it, but beware of the F-bombs and other miniscule and unnecessary vulgarities.

Also, I got to hang with Drew and Gina Brown this weekend with my sister- it was super good times. I mean really, Greenhouse Cafe, Spinach Dip, and friends- so delish that I could have just died that day and my life would have felt worthwhile.

well- almost.

I must go for now, but I will be back soon.

I love you, I love you, I want to kiss you.

Eddo

Hot Girls

As guys we see them all the time, we hope for them when we go to the mall or to restaurants, no guy wants to be waited on by another guy, we want someone chipper and cute and collegiate looking, bright smile, nice legs. If we are on a date with an already hot girl, then it is okay if we are waited on by a random dude- even though a hot girl is still preferable- unless she is hotter than the girl we are already with. Hot girls are also a big reason why guys even go to Malls. We are either buying gifts for our hot girlfriends- or we are hoping to find a hot girlfriend, or we are buying clothes so we can get a hot girl to notice us.

As a man of God, it is hard not to notice the hotness of girls, as creatures of instinct, we are drawn to the curves and lines of a womans body. Stimulated by sight, sound and smell- personality and Intelligence comes secondary when we are out hunting for the perfect mate- everyone knows this by now- I mean come on. Now, before you start getting your feathers ruffled, you need to realize there are different degrees of hotness. Beauty comes in many shapes, sizes and shades. Men are attracted to women in general- the degrees of attraction are relative.

But back to my main point, I don't want to start a story about one thing and then end it with a total different topic like Alan Meadows often does.

Hot girls can be a distraction.

The clothes they wear, the things they do. Most of the time I find that women dress for other women, not for men. They are constantly competing with each other- trying to reach all new levels of hotness. Like crabs in a bucket they pull down whoever is climbing to the top- ensuring the fate of them all. I saw this first hand at TWU. Some women are oblivious to the fact that what they wear makes them a prime suspect for the long distance ogle, or the fast and furious head swivel. I love it when women get upset at men for staring- (please throw on a gunny sack or an oversized t-shirt over that sports bra.) Other women wear clothes that attract men on purpose. They play up their accoutrements like a retail display- "Look at Me!" "On Sale" "Bargain Depot". I'm shawked and awed and delighted all at the same time- just being honest.

It is a struggle to live as a male in this modern world where sex is marketed like candy, or popcorn- it's cheap, it's fast, it's tasty. A flash of skin here, a short skirt there and everyone is taking notice- the men are noticing for obvious reasons, the women are noticing because they need to know what to look like so the men will notice them. It is a crazy cycle that is America, Pop Culture, and the 2000's.

With this post, I am not stating any amazing new information, I'm playing captain obvious, because today I couldn't help but notice a couple of hot girls and I thought- hey, I should write about them on my website.

So to all the hot girls that read my website- I love you all- keep looking hot- but not too hot- I have some integrity to keep intact.

Change of Face

Like Michael Jackson- my website has many faces. I'm starting with my web page, he started with the man in the mirror.

My last web layout was probably the longest lasting design I ever had on E & C. I do get tired of boring web pages that never change- I want new colors, new designs, new layouts, new pictures- and an over-all fresh look. It is the cheapest outlet of creativity that I know of. (Ended sentence with preposition- sorry)

Anyway- I hope you like the new look- I did it for you- and that hot chick that has been emailing me every other day.

As usual- I love you all.

Strange Websites

Okay- I had to go and retract this first post because I found this website also and it has something to say about my name that appears to be right on the money! It is almost too weird.

Brief Analysis

The first name of Eddie creates an intense personal nature. Your feelings and emotional desires are strong and consequently you are an individual, determined, strong-willed person. Your creative nature and ambition drive you to pursue success to the extent that you jeopardize your personal well-being. There is a tendency for you to dominate others. You are too certain of yourself, and you are not open to the views of others or responsive to their desires or needs. Also, this name does not incorporate qualities that enable you to be diplomatic and to compromise. In all your work and activities you are inclined to be rather unsystematic and disorderly. These characteristics spoil stability, progress, and accumulation, even though you may put forth intense effort. Tension and frustration exact a heavy toll on your peace of mind and nervous system. You are often preoccupied with the desires and demands of the moment. Temper and indulgence could become serious problems in your life.


This one is a little more bizarre and obviously just for kicks and grins-

Just go here and type in your name- Caution: Not for the easily depressed!! My results are below.


EDDO

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From the Swahili root meaning "Puppy Molester"
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Expression
Eddo is a pathological liar.

Personality
Eddo never stops testing the limits of your patience.

Natural
Eddo regularly practices cannibalism.

Emotional
Eddo does stupid things to impress people.

Character
Eddo will turn on you in an instant.

Physical
Eddo could use major dental surgery.

Mental
Eddo can be apathetic to a fault.

Motivation
Eddo has a god complex.


Also- my site is being renovated- I apologize for the baby poop orange, and rotten canteloupe look that it has right now- it will be change as soon as possible.

My First Love

I didn't tell you the other girl that I was in love with because I was a little bit embarrassed about it- she is really old even though most people think of her as a youthful beauty.

Her cherubic face and warm smile are always inviting and many people are on a first name basis with her. I first met her when I was just a boy, I always sat at lunch with her, then I wouldn't see her again until the next day- when we were apart I always missed her. Sometimes she smelled of cinnamon, sometimes of sugar- she was always super sweet. No matter how many times I tried to break it off with her, I always felt compelled to come back, I was drawn to her sugary sweetness like bees to pollen, like ants to anything edible, like a deer panting for water.

I loved to take her on a picnic, out to the park, on a field trip, no matter where I went she was always low maintenance- always the same, always wonderful. Over the years she has wondered in and out of my life, I have asked her to marry me numerous times but I always get the same answer- a simple smile and sweet silence. Her eyes are always bright, cheerful. I look into the round orbs that seem to hold the meaning of life, and I know better than to ask the questions that come quickly to my mouth like saliva on the lips of Pavlov's dog-
but I must hold back, for now, part of the fun is the not knowing, the mystery... you are a mystery to me, everything about you, the way you look, the way you see into my soul, and you always know just what I need, just what I want- an Oatmeal Creme Pie.

For now, I only want to say this... Little Debbie- I love you, I have always loved you- and I always will. Thanks for all the good times, and for always having a snack for me- to most people "Little Debbie has a snack for you" was just a clever marketing jingle, but to me is was a siren's song, calling me to you, drawing me in- I am enchanted, caught in your web, under your spell- I love you.

Hey Ya!!!!

Nothing inspires me more to groove than this new tune by Outkast- Holy Goodness- they Jam... they Rock... They are ice cold funkelicious- check it out at MTV.COM

I hate to admit it but...

I am now in love with 2 people... and this girl from Nickel Creek that is playing the violin is one of them. These lyrics are from a great song of theirs. Enjoy.

When you come back down

You got to leave me now, you got to go alone
You got to chase a dream, one that's all your own
Before it slips away
When you're flyin' high, take my heart along
I'll be the harmony to every lonely song
That you learn to play

When you're soarin' through the air
I'll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I'll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down

I'll keep lookin' up, awaitin' your return
My greatest fear will be that you will crash and burn
And I won't feel your fire
I'll be the other hand that always holds the line
Connectin' in between your sweet heart and mine
I'm strung out on that wire

And I'll be on the other end, To hear you when you call
Angel, you were born to fly, If you get too high
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll catch you when you fall

[Bridge:]
Your memory's the sunshine every new day brings
I know the sky is calling
Angel, let me help you with your wings

When you're soarin' through the air
I'll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare

I'll still be there
When you come back down
Take every chance you dare,
I'll still be there
When you come back down
When you come back down

Loves Music, Loves to Dance...

This is the title of a book that I once read by Mary Higgins Clark. It was about a two girls who answered personal adds for a story that one of their friends was writing. In other words, they just went out on the dates to see what it was like to answer the personal adds- these were the personal adds that were in the newspaper! At least now with the internet you get a lot more informatio and a photo. Anyway, one of the poor women got murdered- she answered the personal that was titled, "Loves Music, Loves to Dance"

So you are probably wondering- "Why is he talking about this?" Because I recently read another book by Greg Iles where another murderer found girls through an online dating service. He wasn't killing them just to be killing them though, he was kiling them becuase he was trying to find the fountain of youth. He wanted to stay young and he was a medical doctor and he thought that there was something special about the pineal gland that would allow you to live longer. The pineal gland though is very hard to reach, it is in the center of the brain and so in order to remove it correctly you had to use this weird tool and go through the victim's nose. By removing their pineal gland and putting it in his body, he could have the youthfulness of however old his victim happened to be.

This is an interesting concept- the man was still a psychotic monster, but the fact that he was killing people for supposed medical research, a genius who had won many awards for neurology, was also a serial killer.

This made me wonder- as I am sure many of you single people like me, what is out there on those personal adds? Who is brave enough to post their picture on the WWW and market themselves with a few silly lines that are hopefully honest and creative, serious, but not too serious, self-deprecating, but also self promoting. I did an extensive search first starting within my local area and then branching out into all of the US. Just an FYI- there are a LOT of single people out there- and so far a good percentage of them look like they would be serial killers.

I also took a gander at what men were posting, men who were seeking women. This proved also to be most entertaining. Most people seem to be somewhat ashamed of having to post a personal add or having to write about themselves. I would never have this problem.

This happened to be one of the funny comments I found posted by a male- the beginning of it is typical, "Who writes this stuff?" Most people like I said don't really know what to put in these little boxes, or how to market themselves, some try to be partly honest, others too honest-

"Who writes this stuff? Oh yeah, Me. Hi, thanks for taking the time to check this out. I'm a fun, carefree guy, but I've got goals. I'm serious without being too serious and easygoing without being too easygoing. I'm always down for a beer and a conversation, but I clean up well. Oh and I hate to talk about myself. Look at the pic, read the "stats", and email me. How easy could that be? I'm looking for a woman to take care of me both emotionally and financially. I need a woman to buy me a car, pay the bills, and I'm kidding. Basically, don't be a psycho. Don't expect to move in within the first couple of months. And bring a resume. I will be checking references and previous relationships. If you're still with me and at least somewhat amused, then email me. We'll talk and you can buy me a drink. "

Funny.

Anyway, you will probably get tired of me talking about the fact that I am now a writer, but in trying to become a writer I have to explore and research all types of people, thoughts, ideas, practices, religions- I used to think I was a pretty observant person, but now I have increased my observation about 200%. I write down words that I hear that I don't know the definition of, I look at the curve of woman's ear and I wonder "What is that curve called?" I know that below the nose directly below the center where the skin comes up in two perfect little peaks, I know that this is called the fulcrum, but I don't know a lot of other things that I would like to know, so I am researching, exploring, and investigating- it is a lot of work, but it is also a lot of fun.

Well, I have talked quite enough.

I love you so much.

Eddo

Crime Scene Clean Up

Today while driving down the road I saw a window decal that stated, "Crime Scene Clean Up" and I thought- who does that? I always thought that the police cleaned it up- I don't know why, I guess I never really put too much thought into it, but since they cordone the area, then pick through the evidence, I always thought that when they were done they called a "Police Clean Up Crew" or the PCUC as they would be known. I didn't really think that they would call in a third party organization to do the dirty work. Which leads to my next question- How do you get started in Crime Scene Clean Up?

I wondered about this for some time- do you have to get certified? Do you have to get certified by the state? Apparently not.

When I ventured out to Google and did a search, I found www.crimeclean-up.com and under qualifications I found this:

"Crime Scene Clean-up has been featured in numerous publications, radio station & television shows worldwide. Louise Burkhardt was on the show Homicide the first and second season prior to starting this business. At that time, Homicide did some of their filming at the Medical Examiners Office in Baltimore."

I mean, what in the world? At least tell me that you have worked as a Janitor not on some Homicide show- I don't want you to analyze the stuff, just clean it up, sanitize it, remove the stains- the patina of blood, the horrific stench- that kind of stuff. At least there website is professional looking and they have lots of other interesting things to say.

After reading through some of it I thought that it might be an interesting job- It would definitely be a job that you would not want to sit around and eat while working- like you do when you answer phones all day for a living- I mean, who wants to go eat a burger after dealing with the family members and everything else that would be involved in CSCU. Ugh- not me- no way.

Flying by the seat of my pants

I sometimes do things that I know I shouldn't do, just to get a reaction out of people. Once, I told my boss that I was a bit of a reactionist- it sounded like a good term at the time, I later told him that I was high-maintenance but that I was worth it- who says stuff like that? I guess I do.

In my psychology class that I took a long time ago, a prof told us about a psychology student that allowed a construction worker live with her so she could annoy him. She then would study the affects of her nagging- and write about it- he finally went crazy and killed her. This is an extreme case of what I have. I like to do things, sometimes just to see what other people will do, how they will respond- because life is too short to take it so seriously.

I like to be observant and watchful, I like to live in a sort of non-reality where there are no consequences for my actions. It is a type of egomania, but a very mild case I assure you.

All of this being said, I apologize if I have posted stuff here that you may have found shocking, or vulgar, or crass- I would like to say that is not my nature, because deep down inside I am really nice. However, over the years I realized that the saying is true, Nice guys do finish last. So I thought that I would start being a little meaner, I would thicken my skin, roughen myself up around the edges, let my hair down, loosen up a bit- all of these things are good things- but I should not let it overshadow what I really stand for at the core. Integrity, chivalry, honor, justice, loyalty- and love.

My buddy Alan will probably read this and say- why in the world do you go on these diatribes?- and I would say to him, why in the world do you care? It's my website, it's my life.

My Love is like- Whoa
My Kiss is like Whoa
My touch it like Whoa

This pretty much describes my life-

The Girls are always like- Whoa, stop it, uh uh.

But that's okay, I'm holding out- I know she's out there somewhere, and she'll be like- Go!

My touch is like Go...
My kiss is like Go...
My Love is like Go...

Holy Crap that is cute!


I was just meandering over all of the websites that I visit on a daily basis and I found a picture that made me think- Holy Crap- that's cute. The instant I saw this I couldn't help but think- Holy Crap, that little thing is a cutie patootie.


This picture came from the undeniably clever and talented Dooce from www.dooce.com, I don't normally like to steal ideas from her- but sometimes I like to flatter her and as my best friend jimmy told me once when I copied his site- "Imitation is the best form of flattery" which is a quote I think he heard from the Dali Lama or Martha Stewart- or someone else really spiritual like them.


Back to my point, this picture is so cute that it made me want to immediately get married and procreate because I know with my deliciously carmel colored skin, and exquisite features that as soon as my wife gives birth, she will not be screaming from the pain, instead she will be screaming with delight because our child will be so incredibly beautiful. It will be such a wonderful moment that she will immediately try to get me in the bed so that we can continue to populate the world with a myriad of beautiful children- however, I will have to tell her that I am not in the mood- of course I will be joking- once I have found Mrs. Edward Charles Renz I will always be in the mood- I mean holy crap, I have been waiting for almost 28 years!- but it would be fun to fain not in the moodness for about 3 seconds.

We will name our first little girl Mercedes, we will call her Mercy for short, and the world will be a little tiny bit better because of her extremely cute presence.

So, here I am, single, and delighted to be- until I see this extremely cute picture that makes me say- Damn- that is a cute kid(pardon my language but no other adjective really described it so fittingly), so cute that I will give up having a bed all to myself, so cute that I will allow someone else to cook for me, and pick out my clothes and comb my hair, so cute that I will allow myself to be tied down to the same face and body, day, after day, after day- if a picture can do that- then it has to be one seriously cute picture- and it is.


So, if you are ready to settle down, if you are single, widowed, or divorced, strikingly beautiful- inside and out and most importantly- you have a Christian background, please give me a call- my number is 940-367-7603- or 940-PRO-CRE8

As always- I love you.

Can't you take a joke?

I was just kidding about being good at everything, I was just trying to boost my ego, and then later I found a whole list of things I am not very good at. I can't jump rope all that good anymore, and I am a really bad sneaker- one time I tried to sneak across the front of the stage at church and Matt Hilliard pointed it out and everyone got a good laugh, it is hard to sneak when you are as big as I am.

So what are you good at?

And more importantly- what are you bad at?

I'm Good At Everything

This morning on the way in to work I was listening to Kidd Kraddick in the Morning on 106.1. I usually am not in the car at this hour, normally I am parked in front of my computer swilling Dr. Pepper, Balancing my Checkbook, or reading www.biblegateway.com- none of these items is a regimen, nor do I normally accomplish all three in the morning, but this morning I accomplished none of them because I needed to be at work early so I could put together our Mexican Fiesta that I had been planning for weeks. Saying "Weeks" makes you think of more than 2, and it was really about just 2 weeks, anyway, as I drove, I listened to Kidd Kraddick say, "You should do stuff that you are not good at, it makes you a more whole person."

I turned the dial up and immediately started trying to come up with something that I am not good at- I could think of none. I can dance, I can sing, I can play sports, I can provide shade for small chinese families, I can cook, I can clean, I can tell a joke, I can shop, I can be conceited, I can be arrogant, I am good at being stupid, annoying, loud, quiet, happy, sad, melancholoy, humble- you name it, I am good at it. So am I less of a person because I am not bad at something? To be truly complete, do I have to be inadequate in some area? Do I need a flaw?

So, pretty much, after searching all day for something I am bad at- I realized- I AM GOOD AT EVERYTHING....

Labor Day and All That Jazz....

Well, I made it, the weekend came and then it went like the ice cream man. It played a funny tune, it got me outside, it had me diggin in my pockets for change- and hungry for a pink foot- you know, the one with the gumball in the big toe- I love those things.

Saturday night rolled around and I watched OU pommel UNT- I really had expected a better performance out of the mean green, but hey, we get to play Baylor next weekend- even the powder puff girls at TWU could beat Baylor. Cody's mama- Mama Nita fixed yummy hot dogs- they were delish and hanging out with his family is always a blast.


Then, today I went to Booch's cousin Carrie's house who was married to an old friend that I hadn't seen in ages and we kicked it- it was good times. They grilled burgers and we laughed and it was an over-all excellent time.

Later we went to Nikki's and watched 2 Weeks Notice which I thoroughly enjoyed. Nikki made the most delicious cookies- no they didn't begin to compete with my Neiman Marcus cookies but they were still good- and that is when it donned on me- Nikki won't marry me because I cook better than her- I am her superior in the Kitchen and she knows it. Sometimes when I go to her house I see her hiding the cookbooks hurriedly, pushing them aside, forcing them away so that I won't see her practicing, practicing, practicing, but she should know better- you should know better crazy Nikki- don't you know I am loco in the Kitchen- I got skills that just can't be taught. Anyway, thanks for the invite.

On another note- I can't handle this humidity any longer, I am going to start looking for a city where it is not humid- ever- like Colorado or someplace that is nice and I can write at a leisurely place in an e-loft without sweating. I am starting to HATE Texas- and I love my lonestar state- really I do, but this humidity is killing me.