The things in my head go ’round and ’round

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.

Brett Michaels, whose last name Sychak comes from Mechanicsburg, Pa. MLW’s first husband used to hang out with him when they were young. MLW’s first MIL used to chase Brett out of her house on a regular basis.

Small world, eh?

But the poison I want to talk about comes from a plant. Poison Ivy. I hate this crap. We seem to have an abundance of it in our yard, as every year I come down with a hefty dose.

This year I have it on my right arm, the back of my right leg, and on my upper lip. A lot better than the year that I managed to get it on my crotchular area. That wasn’t fun explaining to my woman Dr. how I managed to do that. When the best answer that I could come up with was I didn’t wash my hands BEFORE I went to the bathroom. Highly uncomfortable.

Anyway……it itches, I try not to itch it, and then find myself itching it without thinking about it. I should have stock in the companies that make hydrocortisone.

What’s on your mind today?

Namaste.

The Things in My Head hate morning TV. I am really sick of Crossing Jordan about now.

Depression is not the laugh a minute state that I thought it was.

Though the manic parts of it are pretty interesting.

And I am really hating the fact that I woke up an hour earlier than I needed to because I forgot to change the alarm before I went to bed last night.

I am not happy.

Namaste.

Suck big time.

My nose is raw from wiping. My throat hurts, I am sneezing like a demon. And this isn’t allergies.

Crap.