I’m thinking of writing a new book called “Cheeseburgers with Eddo”. It will be a true story based on a series of people who come by my house, pick me up and then take me out for a cheeseburger.
We’ll got to places like Angry Dog and Twisted Root all in the hopes of curing my insatiable need to consume the perfect cheesey burger goodness.
The super sweet part of this deal is you get to eat lunch with me and then possibly get to be in my novel which will most likely be #1 on the New York Times best seller list.
Drop me a comment and let me know when you’ll be by to pick me up.
Last Saturday I DJ’d a sweet 16 party and it went off like weapon of mass destruction. I’m serious. People were getting jiggy with it, gettin low, pop, lock and droppin it and shaking their tailfeather’s non-stop. This is rare at a Sweet 16 party. Normally you get a group of kids who are too cool to dance to great music of any genre. Their hair is long and combed into their faces and their skinny jeans are so tight that I doubt rhythmic moving would be possible even if they were suddenly possessed by Michael Jackson’s spirit.
This group of kids had lots of requests and they stayed on the dance floor for a complete 3 hours and I’m sure if the parents of all these students hadn’t arrived we could have danced until they were all passed out drunk on the awesomeness that is dance.
All in all, the party was a huge success and so I closed out the night with my sweet Michael Jackson routine complete with Moonwalk and hip thrust gyrations that had everyone’s heads spinning and hands clapping. This Super Sweet 16 was just as good as one of those you see on MTV… because I was the DJ.
I’ve been contemplating selling my house lately. Why? I’m afraid I’m turning into my real dad. Working in my living room all day surrounded by nothing but the sound of the TV and the click-clack of my keyboard.
I’ve successfully isolated myself into a world that is filled with only the exact people I want in my life, but most of those people live in Denton and if I don’t move I will continue to drift alone out here in this big brick box that is as empty and hollow as my love life.
Selling a house is such a big decision, especially after just two years of owning it. But, I only bought it because I thought I would be working at Texas Instruments for the rest of my life. Now that thought seems depressing. Working for someone else for the rest of my life? No thanks. But… what if I can work for myself for the rest of my life and start now by investing in me? Cut my overhead, simplify the excess, and just take care of myself and a handful of responsibilities instead of two hands full.
Say a prayer for me. This is a big decision and I have no idea where I will live in Denton.
I recently saw this movie and not only was it good, it was therapeutic.
Sometimes when we are hurting we build up walls and push people away when they are trying to help us. Why is it that pain is often something that we become accustomed to? Why is moving forward so hard?
There I was in this room filled with women. Literally hundreds of women who seemed to be thriving on each other’s estrogen the way trees benefit from cross-pollination.
It was Blogher. It was July. It was Chicago.
I was there with a couple of great friends, one of which works for Blogher and I was amazed at all the “real” women and how they came out in droves to share thoughts and ideas about being women and blogging. To me it was sort of a granola crowd. I mean, being from Dallas and all there is a definite need to dress=to-impress anytime you are out in public and especially if you are going to be around a group of women. But… at Blogher there were very few men around and so there was nothing to cat-fight over. The weapons, push-up bras, concealer, girdles, make-up, eye-brow waxing, manicures, scoop-necked shirts revealing ample cleavage, seemed to be stowed away and I was reminded of my days on campus at Texas Women’s University.
The setting was very similar, lots of women, very few men. This is actually a world I am comfortable in seeing how I grew up with 2 older sisters and a mother who loved to shop more than a father that liked to fish.
The conference was fun and at times ferocious. It seemed that these women were lining up for a variety of different workshops and everyone was handing out business cards like human Pez dispensers. “Hi, My name is Candy, but my blog is CandyCaneRocksYourBrain.com!, here have a business card.”
I always took the cards politely and smiled. Most of these women were older and married, none seemed to be on the prowl for anything other than a vodkatini or a strawberry margarita and some girl talk.
One of the things I noticed was the women who brought their babies with them to the conferences – even late at night. They would wear them strapped to their chests like decorations or badges of honor. The women would run on them and ask questions like, “How old is she?” or “Do you breast feed?”
I posted recently about the woes of single people and our desire to have children, but what I might not have mentioned clearly is that I “get it” when it comes to family and kids. I think all parents have this other connection with parents because they suffered through the nine months of morning sickness, swollen ankles, weight gain, sore nipples, and mood swings. After that 9 months they had to pass another initiation where they learned what it meant to be humbled by a dirty diaper of a fresh stream of urine sprayed in their face. They laughed and cried and wondered miserably, “Will I ever be good enough?” “Will it ever get better?”
Not only do new parents feel like they are part of some special club, they actually are. They have been granted this special privilege, they have earned those badges of honor and they have every reason to hold their heads up high when others watch their children with delight. Even Jesus said, “let the children come unto me.”
So when I see my friends pull away from things of this world I truly understand why. Suddenly a dinner with friends seems like a frivolous waste of time when you could be spending that time with the most important people in the world to you. There is nothing like family. There is nothing more special than that bond you have between parents and siblings. It is a special world that you should protect and nourish and invest your time and money.
I hope one day to have a family of my own. To watch my wife grow heavy with pregnancy and to see her body change the way only motherhood can change you. I look forward to the challenges that a relationship bring. The challenges and rewards that come with being a husband and a father and I applaud those that have already made this admirable step. My only request is that you never take it for granted. One you have that family cherish it, hold on to it and don’t let your own selfish desires ever stop you from putting that family first.