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!

what do you do at night? we take pictures. iphone and grainy but still we are awake cause baby titus just got here! he is brand new and still wieghs more but like a couple of pounds.

I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

I am feeling much better. In fact, this was a good weekend. Things went my way, which is sad huh?

My cold is almost gone.

My Boss is being replaced by my friend Roger (this is a very cool deal)

I went for a 6.5-mile hike with my friend James and had a marvelous time on the greenbelt.

Went cd shopping Saturday with my pal Chris. Found a cd I have been searching for a while.

Wished a happy birthday to my friend Zach on Saturday with a party at this Tapas bar. And that part of it was somewhat stressful. Pretty girls just make me nervous now. This place was packed with them, my wife and her friends included. I do not think it is pretty girls that make me nervous. It is just that Last year at the super bowl I was sitting with my friend, who about 30 days later took his life. I think that happiest I ever saw him was when Janet Jackson’s Boob Jumped out and said “Hey ya’ll”. I missed it because I was looking down concentrating on salsa and chips. Dang it.

I left my cell phone at work when I left early on Friday in a haze of sneezing.

Karina and had pizza and stayed in last night watching our shows. Desperate housewives & Greys Anatomy. Hers is the housewives show and mine the Hospital one. It sometimes makes me cry, then we watched About a boy. Great show, Nice evening to be inside with the one I love.

My friend Scott told me to stop dying my hair. Well he did not tell me that but he told me something I cannot tell any one else and it made me so happy. Directly correlates to the song I have on repeat today.

I want to go to the bar where you can order shots of Dayquil!