The things in my head go 'round and 'round

It is the “Dog Days” of summer around here. Not much going on. We have been back from vacation for 3 weeks, and I am ready to go again.

The Princess has invited pretty much every tweenaged girl in a 3 county area to stay over night at our house. When did sleeping over at someone’s house become such a big deal? I just don’t remember that as a kid. Being that I lived in a fairly small town in a rural area, we slept in our backyards a lot. But The Princess invites everyone to our house. I think that she even invited the Brothers Jonas to sleep over, but that might just be a bit of an exaggeration. You know how I can be.

The youngest son will be coming to visit next week for a few days prior to his starting his Freshman year at U of M. University of Michigan, that is. Proud of the boy. He did it all on his own. Registered, applied for his loans, the whole shot. And now he is looking to move out on his own. That ought to go over good with his Mother.

So now I have 2 of my 3 older children continuing their educations. My eldest daughter has been attending college while working full-time out in Arizona for the past couple of years. She is amazing. A living embodiment of what you set your mind to do, you can do. She is one of those people who, once their mind is made up, cannot be stopped. I love that about her.

Now I just have to keep working on the eldest son to get him into a college. Right now he is enjoying the life out in California working for a video game company. His life long dream. Getting paid to play video games. And how can you tell a kid that no, that isn’t the way to go? You can’t. You just hope that he grows out of it in a couple of years. I mean, how cool would it have been for me to be able to test new guitars after they were made when I was his age? Come on…

The Pa RenFaire started up this week end in Mount Hope, Pennsylvania. I will be going the weekend of October 24th. That is when one of my new found favorite Celtic Drumming Bands, Albannach, will be performing. I saw them a couple of years ago when the eldest daughter was visiting, and fell in love with them. And how cool is this? I get to go to the Pa RenFaire in October, and in March of 2009, if I can work this all out with the three older kids, I can go out to Arizona and attend their RenFaire as I did this last spring. That is very cool.

Now I have something to look forward to over the cold months that are coming. That along with making beer. When the evenings cool off enough, the beer gets to cooking. I need to finalize my recipes for this upcoming brewing season. For some reason, the “Dog Days” are starting to sound a bit busier than what I thought they were…

So what have you been doing?

Namaste.

The Jo Bros not singing solo down in Soho while playing dobro, with J-lo watching as she eats a Ho-Ho outside of a Ho-Jo trying to stay on the down low.

Don’t cha know.

Yeah, I am getting really tired of it also. In talking to MLW the other night I found out that she had some Jo Bro drama go on when her and The Princess were at the Jo Bro concert the other night. Seems that some Mom thought that she could weasel her way in between MLW and the space the MLW had staked out for The Princess and her friend.

Bad Move. Really bad move. MLW is not a nice person when you get between her, and her cub. I found this out early in our marriage. We were at a family picnic, and something happened to The Princess out on the lawn. MLW was a few yards away from her, and heard her crying. I happened to be in the space between MLW and The Princess. I got moved. Pushed, shoved, whatever you want to call it but at one moment I was in one place, and then in the next I was about 6 feet away. And I am not a little person. I learned that day to make sure that MLW always has a clear line of vision and motion between her and The Princess.

Anyway, Security was called and arguments ensued. No restraining orders were issued, and no bail needed to be set so I figure “no harm, no foul”. I find it amusing, though, that a Mom would try to be that way with another Mom. I thought that that crap was always left up to Dad’s.

Namaste.