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GMA Hosts a Jo Bro Show

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.

The Jonas Brothers Grand Tour

Well, the first have of the Grand Tour has been completed.

The Princess is now officially a Teenager. I still don’t know how I am going to handle this.

We had 11 girls spend the night at our house Wednesday into Thursday. I got a total of 2 hours of sleep before I had to go to a work meeting that made me want to curl up in a fetal position and beg for mercy.

Maybe it was just the sleep deprivation. Or the echoes of screams in my head from the girls watching scary movies. Or The Princess making that announcement that “Dudes! My official birthday is in 7 minutes.”

That announcement was at 1:12 am. The Princess was born at 1:19 am, on July 31st, 1995.

And shortly after THAT announcement, one of her friends informed MLW, who bravely chose to try to stay awake, that The Princess’ first Teenager fart came at 1:30 am.

She is such a girly-girl.

Friday night it is the concert in Scranton. Make that THE CONCERT. MLW is taking The Princess, and a friend to see The Jro Bros sing and dance and try to make themselves heard over that hordes of screaming girls that promise to be in attendance. I will be working.

I got the better part of the deal.

Namaste.

Yet another Jonas Brothers update

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.

At home with the Jonas Brothers

We hurried up and left the beach so that we could make it home so that The Princess could watch a Miley Cyrus concert where her dream Nick Jonas would be performing with the remaining Jo Bros.

But unfortunately the Jo Bros have been a no show on the telepho-ne.

We got home with enough time to go to the store so that The Princess could buy the latest copy of The Rolling Stone, because the Jo Bros are on the front page. And to make life that much sweeter, the Brothers Jonas played at Hershey Park Friday night, and their pictures are on the front of the 2nd page.

The Princess is in nirvana.

And Sunday, the Disney Games are on. And guess who would be participating?

Come on. You can guess.

Go ahead. Come on.

Ok, I will tell you. Dream boy Nick, Cutie Pie Joe, and Jo Fro wearing Jo Bro Kevin.

So, maybe the Jo Bros are in Soho, hanging with J-lo, at the DoJo, playing Dobro, solo.

You guys gotta help me adding on to this. It is a whole lot of fun.

Namaste.

The Jonas Brothers Update

More commonly known around me as the Jo Bro Info.

Yesterday the Brothers Jonas were on Oprah. I was channel surfing and came across them. Notified The Princess and got out of the way because she planted herself in front of the TV. And when they sang she headed for the bedroom, shut the door, and locked it so that she could be alone with her flame Nick.

The whole fam was there. Dad Jonas, Mom Jonas, Frank “the tank” Jonas, and of course The Brothers Jonas. And they sang, and they capered, and they made the pre-pubescents in the crowd swoon.

Along with The Princess. She was happy.

But the Jo Bros have not called her as of yet to tell her that they want her to come Meet and Greet when she goes to their concert in Scranton.

That is not making life around Casa Dodd happy.

Get on the stick Jo Bro’s!!

Namaste.

Waiting on The Jonas Brothers.

The Princess entered a contest.

Let’s start at the beginning. The Princess likes “The Jonas Brothers”. Really likes them. Sings their songs all of the time, likes them. Reads everything, and anything about them, likes them.

She lives, and breathes everything “Jonas”.

The Jo Bros.

The Jo Bros with their Jo Bro ‘Fros.

So she is going to a Jo Bro concert in Scranton on August 1. During the process of ordering tickets, she also joined “Team Jonas”, which is the Jonas Brothers Fan Club. Being a member of this club entitles her to getting inside info about the JoBros. And notification of upcoming JoBro functions, such as “meet and greets” at concerts and such.

We have been plagued the past couple of days with The Princess asking every few minutes if The JoBros have called. She wants to meet and greet in the worst way.

The Jo Bros. Nick, Joe, and Kevin Jonas. They also have a little brother named Frankie. Whose nick(not Jonas)name is “Frank the Tank”. Also known as the Bonus Jonas. Or Bo Jo for those in the “In”. And he could also be known as the Bo Bro. Or the Bo Jo Bro.

Too bad that they don’t live in Monroe. Or Idaho.

So I have been stringing Jo Bro words together to make The Princess crazy.

Such as “The JoBro’s haven’t called because they are in the Dojo, playing Solo, on The Dobro, and they can’t invite No Mo Kiddo’s.

Aren’t I clever? I will add more as I think of them. Right now with The Princess reading over my shoulder that is all I can come up with.

Fo’ Sho.

Namaste.

Update: They still have not called. I am slowly being driven insane by the continual questioning of my youngest daughter as to whether or not the Jo Bro’s with their Jo Bro ‘Fros, and their Jo Hawk haircuts have called us to let us know that The Princess is invited to their “meet and greet” in Scranton.

I pray to God that they invite her. This is her 13th birthday, and she is driving the family slowly to the brink of madness.

Please, Jo Bro’s. Call us. I beg of you.

Namaste.