The things in my head go ’round and ’round

I miss the leaf nazi.

We had some neighbors who had a different take on lawn care than what I do. Their take on it was the wife would sweep their sidewalks and driveway every day. Let me repeat that. EVERY DAY. The husband would mow his yard, and the neighbors next to him, and the neighbors NEXT TO THEM, and the woman across the streets every week. He would mow 4 yards every week.

For some of you that doesn’t seem excessive. For me, it is on the brink of obsessive, because I figure that if you can still see your dog when she goes into the yard the grass is fine.

Back to the neighbors wife and her sweeping. Fall was a really bad time of year for her, as we have a tree that drops leaves on their yard. A lot of leaves. And they don’t all come down at the same time. The tree is rather sadistic like me. It releases a clump of leaves, waits a couple of days, releasese a few more, and then holds on to a bunch into the depths of winter.

I love that tree.

So imagine my dismay when I saw a “For Sale” sign in the yard of my neighbors yard. No more watching the wife do her freaky “Gotta sweep the Driveway” dance. Shoot.

The house sold to a young couple. And today as I was sitting here at my computer the familiar sound of a leaf blower entered the house. EUREKA!! We have another nazi! Maybe not to the extent that we had it before, but we have someone to devil with our leaves. Life is good.

Namaste.

Is it wrong for me to use the Jo Bros as a title knowing that it will rank higher in Google searches?

Knowing that some tweener in the middle of the night is going to be searching for some sniglet of information that she doesn’t already know about her one true love, and end up here? Is that wrong?

Somehow the parent in me wants to know what the heck that tweener is doing up in the middle of the night doing searches, instead of being in bed like they should be.

Moving on.

Only a scant few hours lie between me and 13 tweeners who will be coming to my house to help The Princess ransack and destroy said house. Yes, you read that correctly. 13 girls. All between the ages of 12, and 13. In my house. Overnight. And I have to work the next morning. Go to a meeting, actually, but it is a meeting that I can’t nod off in. Bummer.

The tweeners descend upon our house at 6pm Wednesday evening. We will do the obligatory present opening thing to get it out of the way first, and then we will be piling into vehicles to ferry said tweeners to The Sports Emporium.

Ominous background music inserted here.

At the Emporium of Sports we will be playing a raucous, and blood-thirsty game of laser tag. I get to play. Because I whined about it. After that, we come home. Eat cake, ice cream, and fire up the computers in the house so that dancing and merriment can commence.

I will be retreating to my back yard with a beer, ok lots of beer, a cigar, and The Roxinator. She doesn’t do well with large groups of people. She can’t focus on everything that is going on and it makes her fretful. Wimpy hound.

During all of this I just know that Google will be getting billions of hits off of my 2 computers for The Jonas Brothers. The Princess is going to their concert on Friday, while a couple of her friends saw them last week in Hershey. We were on vacation at the time, so she was unable to attend that particular show.

Much wailing, and gnashing of teeth inserted here.

So, you are now up to date on the goings on in my life. Other than the return to the soul sucking waste of time called my job that I had to return to yesterday.

But I don’t talk about work here.

Namaste.

So what ya been up to?

Me, I have been taking steroids. Yeah. ‘Roids. I am ‘roiding.

Prednisone, to be exact. Why, you might ask, am I doing this? Well, the story begins just about 10 days ago.

MLW and I decided that there were some ivy plants along the one side of our house that needed to be gotten rid of. And me, being the way that I am, got in the middle of the stuff and started ripping and tearing. Soon I was knee deep in vegetation. And it seems that some of that vegetation was poison ivy.

Not good.

I react badly to poison ivy. Really badly.

I struggled with it for a few days, doing the cortisone spray and sterile gauze pad thing, but that came to a quick end on Friday when my leg swelled up. To twice its normal size. Which is pretty big.

Anyway, MLW took me to the ER and they gave me some prednisone, but not before I had to hear that Dr. and MLW give me what for for not paying attention. Gee, thanks.

Prednisone is pretty interesting if you have never taken it before. I have, and I never look forward to it. After taking it, my head starts racing, and I have no patience for anything or anyone. Add to that the benadryl that I am taking to make sure that I don’t itch, and you have a really nice chemical cocktail. With the steroid the voices in my head are screaming “SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTTHEHELLUP!!”, and the benadryl is telling me “Dude, take a nap.”

Such fun when you work in a retail establishment.

So that is where I have been.

What have you been up to?

Namaste.