I hate it when I am affected. When I am stressed and want to punch a freaking hole in the wall, or when I am fully aware that I have too much on my plate or it hits me I need to be a responsible person and all I really want to do is selfish stuff I don’t have time for; one of two things always tends to happen. Either I will crack to the ego be a man, be all hard, say something I’ll regret as soon as it has left my lips, OR I’ll feel the pressure know I need to deal with it, not deal with it hear a sappy song and cry.
I have been trying to be strong, trying to ward off feeling of wanting to quit wanting to give up, wanting to pack my bags and head for the ‘Ozark’ hills even though I know there is nothing there for me. Trying to please the list of people I want to think highly of me. Trying to be a good husband, Papi, friend, employee, volunteer, citizen, driver, drummer, leader, energy conserver, home owner, decision maker, recruiter, spreadsheet compiler, and graphic designer all while watching my portions and sugar intake. I feel like I am failing at least 50% of my list at least 50% of the time. The one thing I am afraid of is failing. I know I haven’t been given more than I can bear, just not very good at asking for help. Not help from any of you; I am talking over you now.
So sitting at my desk this morning, not well, I asked for something. Some release, a sappy song, some Celine Dion, Some help. Please give me something to help me push through this most stressful of weeks.
Get ready to hear Zach laughing all the way from Santa B.
OK so Mercy Me has this song I heard while shopping at Marshalls for nothing the other day.
Watch the video and then picture me feeling sorry for myself with my office door closed having what I like to refer to as a shower moment. As in – get out of here I am cleaning myself and there is nothing flattering about this.
Have a good laugh. I feel better.

My lovely wife and daughter came back Sunday night after being at Abuelita’s the better part of a week.
Sunday was also her 31st birthday. Isaac went with me to pick up her birthday present and made me laugh. The gift was a hit and as is my every so often I brought her flowers yesterday. One attorney from the office swears I am having an affair.  Don’t worry it isn’t her boss.
I just shake my head. We were talking about affairs and the people that have them the other day and then thinking about what type a person you generally have an affair with. See we recently had a rash of breakups amongst us. Some per Affair and some per Um now is better than affair later with kids and single parent-dom.  It has me thinking if I were to have an unfaithful disloyal bone in my body (not a pun). What type of person would she be? So I made a list of what I am looking for. So here goes. Um well first I’d pretty much want her to be awesome for it to be worth it. She’d have to love Jade. She’d have to like my Mom and Dad and if she was friends with my sister that would be cool too. And Spanish, that would be a big plus. She has to let me be myself. I have a balance now so yeah I’ll still need that, so someone with a level head to keep me from spending all my money on Propane and propane accessories’. And she’d have to be pretty astounding on like six or seven different levels that I can’t really discuss in mixed company. I’d also like her to be about 5’3ish and sorry blondes I am into Brownies so um yeah… looks like id choose one pretty much just like I already have. So I’ll save myself the trouble of bothering to go there and do that and catch that!
It is sad when a guy can’t be in love and show it for fear of being accused of unfaithfulness.  I say buy her flowers and treat her like you treat your momma if you treat your momma nice.
Sop up all this love slobber with this video!