The things in my head go ’round and ’round

Maybe days of our lives. Unless you work nights, then your days would actually be nights. And your nights would be your days. Or something like that.

I did overnights for about a year many moons ago, and I did not like it. Toss a kid with pnuemonia into the mix and you get the picture.

But that isn’t what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the freaking weather!! It has gone from hot and dry to cold and dry. At night. During the day it is still in the 80’s, but cool. But at night it is freaking COLD!! And the moon has been full the last few nights. I am loving this time of year.

The Girls start school on Monday. And get this, next week Thursday they are flying to Maui. For the Labor Day weekend. While I work. Somehow that doesn’t seem right. On a couple of levels, but they are going with The Princess’ Paternal Grandmother and Uncles. And when you look at it that way, I will be just as happy being here. Thank you.

What are you doing this weekend?

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.

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.

Jubilee Day is coming. Less than a week away.

And yes, I am already sick of talking about it. The Princess and I went to lunch today, as she is leaving with some friends to hang at the Outer Banks for a week and today was the last I would have to spend some time with her. She wants me to send some pics to her via my phone. That will cost me a bundle on my phone bill, but you know that I will do it. Dad’s do those kind of things.

It is being a hot June day here in the ‘Burg. And I am thinking of taking a nice cool nap under the air conditioner.

Namaste.

Cell phone drama is nothing unusual in my house. There is usually one of the phones that is lost, isn’t working right, needs to be charged, isn’t cool enough any longer (though it isn’t even a year old, and cost as much as a house payment. And don’t try to say that you lost it, you won’t be getting a new one for another year!), or some such insanity.

When we switched carriers last year I had the easiest job picking out a phone. I wanted a nokia. Why? Because I have never had any reception issues with any of the nokias I have owned in the past.

MLW and The Princess were not in the same boat as I. They spent a lot of time choosing their phones. MLW ended up with this one:

MLW never has had reception in the school where she works. When she goes on her weekend with her girlfriends she never has reception there. Even though her friends who are on the same carrier as us have perfect reception. It is because of her phone.

The moral to this story? A phone is not a fashion statement. It is a phone.

Namaste.