Sock Monkey Logic

Hey Bro

2010-09-05T20:03:00.000-04:00

OK. So my Mom had dinner at the resturant Daddy works at. oh boy! So while she was eating, the guys there were talking about a kitty in the alley by the dumpster. It was abandoned there. Well my mommy went out in the alley to see the kitty. And guess what? She brought that kitty home. Smelly, dirty and icky! I feel sorry for him, but eeewww. He is dirty, and he has fleas. He is really tiny, I mean smaller than me. He is kinda striped like me only he seems to be sort of grayish. I hope I don't get fleas. I've never had fleas. I don't want fleas ICK! I hope they find a home for this kitty soon.

Miss you

2010-07-02T11:42:00.000-04:00

Went to work with Mom. And guess what? Pigi missed me. snigger.Don't tell anyone... I missed her too. it's pretty cool missing somebody. It feels good and bad at the same time.

Some friends are better left behind

2010-05-29T17:33:00.000-04:00

Another friend I made on vacation. His name is Benny. Well..not a good friend.

He ate my chips..didn't say thank you..then hissed at me.

But I try to be tolerant of all kinds.

Sometimes things are a bit one sided. Dad says that's OK. But

after a while you have to re-evaluate and decide if the friend is always going to eat all your chips or are they going to share sometimes?

Then you decide if you can be the only one sharing forever or maybe you just say goodbye and don't leave a forwarding address. I think I'll leave my relationship with Benny in Isla de Mujeres.

Work

2010-04-15T21:21:00.000-04:00

Went to work with Mom today. Wow what a day. It was fun to be with Mom all day. She talks to lots of people. Lots and lots of meetings talking about numbers and clothes and stuff. Lots of paper. Lots of people coming in her office all day.I don't think I like her job so much...no banana breaks. Boy, I'm glad I brought my toys. I think it's kinda boring talking about numbers and stuff. I like all the people. We went to lunch and we got to eat in a nice resturant together. Then back to work. It was a really long day with no nap time and no recess for Mom. I took a nap. Glad I brought my favorite blanket too. I think I like school better than work. Why don't they have nap time and reces? I think those meetings would be better after a nap. It doesn't make sense. It might be kinda fun if they had recess and nap time.

Lift off

2010-04-05T21:13:00.004-04:00

Daddy and I got up early today and went up to the roof to watch the space shuttle this morning. Here is a picture of the shuttle taking off. Isn't it pretty. I thought it was cool. I will remember it forever. Most importantly I will remember doing it with my Dad. He is so cool.

Friendship

2010-03-20T21:30:00.002-04:00

This is a picture of me and Piganine. She is my one of my very best friends. We have soooo much fun together. We laugh at each others jokes. We like all the same things. We do things for each other. Piggie peels my bananas for me and makes banana smoothies for me. I don't ask her to, she just does. And you know what...I like doing things like that for her too. It makes me feel good. Somehow we have gotten into sort of a groove. We take care of each other. It feels nice to do things for each other. I find myself thinking of all sorts of things to do for her. It's really nice. I like it when things are this way.

Heroes

2010-03-14T18:31:00.005-04:00

This is a picture of Barong. Barong is one of my heroes. He is kind, kooky and mischievous. He is the defender of the good. He (I think he is a he) is the physical manifestation of a protective spirit who guards people from evil influences.

He is so powerful he can protect an entire village. That's powerful!

He is light hearted, capricious, and happy but strong. I can relate to a hero like that. If you ever go to Bali you can watch a Barong performance. They are really beautiful. And the Barongs are depicted slightly different in different places on the island. But they most usually look something like a lion or tiger. They usually have a bit of an entourage. Which is kinda cool. I think I would like to have an entourage. Maybe Piganine, bear and dog will be my entourage. I'd like to be as strong as Barong and have gamelon music playing every time I come around. I wonder if Barong eats bananas?

Piganine

2010-03-03T20:03:00.003-05:00

Me and my new friend Piganine.

No Comment!

2010-02-27T23:16:00.000-05:00

A little dose of reality

2010-02-24T21:05:00.014-05:00

OK. I know that everyone is talking about the recent exposures of someone who looks very much like me being somewhat inappropriate. These videos and reports show a very wild and crazy sock monkey stealing a vehicle and taking it for a joy ride. I know there has been a lot of press about it. There is no proof that these photos and/or videos are of me. I do not know any cyclops, not that there is anything wrong with being a cyclops. I am a very well behaved sock monkey and I maintain that I have done nothing to be ashamed of. My Mom and Dad have hired the PR Firm of "Spin' em & Stretchit" to handle the situation. It's truly awful. My Dad has to go everywhere with me. People rush at us and some are very rude and yell "Cyclops Lover" at me.

I maintain that the press is simply looking for a new story since Brittany Spears and Paris Hilton have been keeping such a low profile.

Zoom Zoom

2009-11-08T15:39:00.004-05:00

The blue angels are in town this weekend and we have been watching them. It's been really amazing. We went up on the roof our building and watched them swoop by. It was really loud, really cool and kinda scary. They were so close we could see the pilots faces. My Dad says they come to town to draw our attention to the Navy and the Marines. To keep us thinking about their role in our society and what they do for us. I know I think they are really cool. I wish I could go for a ride in one of those jets. I can't believe some of the things they can do! They did twistys, they flew really close to the water and they swooshed inbetween the buildings! It was soooo amazing! I think they inspire kids like me to become pilots.

Boo!

2009-10-23T18:51:00.001-04:00

Halloween is almost here! I love Halloween. Scary movies on TV. Looking at costumes. Trying to decide what to be for Halloween. I bet I will try on at least 6 outfits. Me and Dog and Bunny will make lots of plans. Party or Trick or Treating? So many decisions to make. I can't wait to watch to watch Dracula..and I recorded The Blob too. This is going to be so fun. I can't wait. I don't like candy as much as I like bananas...but Mom will trade candy for bananas. Dog wants to go as Wolverine. Snigger. I think Dog thinks he is soooo handsome. I think I'll go as the headless horseman. Or maybe Zorro. Bunny is going as Eeyore. We will get to carve pumpkins and make popcorn balls. Mom will make chocolate covered frozen bananas. We will decorate the house with all kind of fun things. Like I said I just can't wait.

Bully for you

2009-10-18T20:54:00.001-04:00

Some kids at school were really mean to me. My feelings are really hurt. Bear is one of the kids I know at school. He's really cool and everyone thinks he is really neato. He is really funny and makes everyone laugh. But sometimes...sometimes he makes other people feel bad while he makes people laugh. When that happens it doesn't feel so good. He is one of those people who you don't want to have mad at you. He likes to control how everybody gets along. If he's mad at you he talks bad and kinda shuns or ignores you. Dad says to ignore people like that. But it can be really hard. People tend to do what Bear wants them to do. So if he makes fun of you and treats you bad, other people follow. They don't want to be on the bad side of Bear. Anyway after vacation, Bear wasn't so nice to me. I didn't respond to that very well. I cried at school. Now everyday Bear calls me a cry baby. And I don't like it!!!! I thought about flipping boogies on his lunch. Dad says no. "Don't do that. NO FLIPPING BOOGIES EVER!" I think it might make me feel better. It made me feel better about the air conditioning man. Dad says I need to learn how to deal with my feelings, because people like Bear never go away. He says he sees people like that all the time. They are just bullies. I'm not sure how this will turn out. But I don't like it right now. I don't want to go to school.

Ireland

2009-10-04T15:36:00.010-04:00

So we all just went on vacation.

It was really cool to experience lots of new and different things. New and different ways of doing things. It was so exciting! We went to Ireland. They do things lots different than we do. Or maybe as Daddy says, " we do things differently than they do". They drive on the other side of the road. The stick shift is on the left instead of the right. They eat enormous breakfasts and they drink instant coffee. The money is different and the taxes are REALLY high. They don't tip and all the electrical outlets have on/off switches. There aren't a lot of sock monkeys around. I got lots of stares and lots of people giving me bananas and asking if they could pet me. Everyone was really nice. All the people there made us feel really welcome and right at home. We traveled all over the country and stayed in a different town every night. We went to the Guinness storehouse..Mom even let me have a little pull of her pint. tee hee. It was really funny tasting. I think I like my Banana juice better. I really liked seeing how things were so different. How different cultures do things. It's really nice to be home with Dog and Bear and in my own bed again..but I really like Ireland and hope to go back again.

Have bananas

2009-10-04T15:19:00.005-04:00

So I am still stuck on this whole, "you get what you think about" thing. Part of me really believes it. After all I think about bananas almost constantly. And you know what I am almost always surrounded by bananas. (no, this is not a commentary regarding the mental health of my parents). But we always have bananas on hand. I'm not old enough to go to the store alone..so despite the fact that I am dependent on others for them..I always have them. I never imagine or worry that there will be none..and I never experience the " noneness" I only experience the "having" or the plenty. Mom says this works for everything. The trick is to only imagine the good and to keep the focus off of the not having or the lack of. Mom says that the universe (or God if you prefer) will always produce what ever you are focused on. So the focus of not having produces not having. I think it makes sense. But I am not about to try thinking about the not having of bananas. It is far to scary a thought to even try. I'll stay where I am and only concentrate on the having.

You get what you think about.

2009-09-22T21:10:00.003-04:00

That's me and Dad. We are sharing breakfast at the Butler's Arms Hotel in Waterville, Ireland. Note: I am eating a grapefruit. Dad just had a full Irish Breakfast. That's why he doesn't have the energy to scamper up the walls and swing from the chandeliers. But you can tell we were having a great talk about the quality of Irish coffee and bananas.

Dad has what he calls the "Luck of the Irish". We were tired, Mom was cranky and I was hungry. We had been driving all day. We visited a sheep farm (more on this later) and some big old estates and a couple of tumbly castles. Any way....we walked in to this hotel and Daddy talked to the lady and we ended up with the most amazing room. Dad just always expects good things to happen. And you know what? They do! You really do get what think about! Plus we met some really neato people after dinner. It pays to have a sunny outlook.

Sad News

2009-09-08T21:38:00.006-04:00

We've been going to a lot of funerals lately. We get dressed up and go to services. Lots of different kinds of services. Dad gets real quiet. Mom cries and gets sad. Seems like a lot of people are leaving us. Plus all the people in the news. People aren't like sock monkeys. You can't just sew them up and expect them to be just like new again. Mom says that when they are done being here with us, they go on to be something else, somewhere else. Dad just shakes his head. I want to know how do I keep them from being done here? So they won't go to another place? Do they need more to do? What makes them done? Does a timer go off somewhere. Do they decide somewhere in their spirit or heart to be done? All I know is I don't want anyone else to leave me.

Dr.

2009-08-31T22:08:00.000-04:00

Apparently there is something we do called going to the doctor. Hmph. I had to put my toys away and we got dressed and went to see Dr. Good. He works in an office. We walked in and Mom talked to a woman who said we should sit down and wait. After a little while another lady opened a door and called us to follow her. We followed her to another room. Mom helped me to sit on a big high chair covered in white paper. Another, yes another lady came in and took my temperature. Put a funny thing on my finger and put stuff in her computer. After a while Dr. Good came in. He always talks nice to me. And he shakes my hand. Just like I'm a grown up. He looked me over for a while and then he rubbed my arm with a wet cotton ball and then....

It happened!

A shot!

I screamed!

then...I cried.

Mom held me tight and patted my head. Dr. Good patted me and said it would stop hurting

in a minute. Mom said we'd go get banana ice cream when I was done crying.

I realized it didn't hurt anymore and that I wanted the ice cream.

so...we left to go feel better. Hmmm kinda funny we left the Dr to feel better.??!!

In Hospital

2009-08-10T20:52:00.003-04:00

Well, Benzie is finally in Hospital. He was hurt a long time ago. Apparently things like insurance take a really long time. Allstate. I think they call themselves the "Good Hands People". Mom calls them the "Slow Hands People". It's been over 2 months. Mom and Dad had to keep calling and I think Dad got kinda cranky with them. Somehow it seems really backwards. Some guy hits our Benzie, but my Mom has to take time away from work to arrange Benzie being fixed. My Mom has take time away from work to talk to all these insurance people. My Mom has to take time away from work to get a rental car. Really this is silly. My Mom didn't hit anybody. Benzie was parked in a safe place. But because someone wasn't watching what they were doing our whole family is disrupted. And Mom's work is disrupted. It's kinda like we get punished because we got hit. And all this time Benzie is hurt and not feeling good. Hurumph! I'm not sure about all this insurance stuff. If I ever see this guy who hit Benzie, I'm gonna flip boogies on him.

Say I love you....

2009-08-01T15:38:00.003-04:00

This picture was taken about a month ago. It was taken by one of mommy's co-workers while they were at work. It reminds me everyday that you don't know what will happen in some one's life that day..or in the time in-between seeing them.

Just be sure to tell them that you love them before they go.

Relatives

2009-07-28T20:35:00.004-04:00

Relatives. Heavy siiiiiigggghhhhh.They are a part of life. Or so my Mom tells me. They pinch your cheeks, pull your tail and rub your ears. Mostly they eat your bananas and play with your toys.

Mom says they are also the ones you can count on when the going gets tough. The ones who you can call in an emergency and the ones who love you even when you don't deserve it. I guess it's nice to know people/monkeys like that. But I am always lovable..so who wouldn't want to help me and good golly Mom and Dad will always be here to take care of me.

Pants on Fire

2009-07-19T22:33:00.000-04:00

Whats a lie? I am in the midst of learning this lesson. Here's my story:

My friend Bear and Dog came over for the 4th of July. We had a lot of fun together. We drank ice tea, ate hot dogs, chips and frozen bananas. We had water balloon fights and played Boccie Ball. We watched all the drunk people parade up and down first street. Dog dropped water balloons on some on them. We laughed and watched as they got wet. We watched people ride their bikes in their itty bitty bikinis..(Dad watched too, giggle). We watched the fireworks from the roof of our building , we twirled sparklers and stayed up late. We had lots of fun.

.....Later...Mom asked me if I dropped water balloons on any of the people on the street. I said no. (After all I didn't. Dog did). Mom wasn't happy with me. She asked me again. So I told her I didn't. Gall-e. leave me alone already.

Later Dad asked me again..he told me I needed to tell him everything we did. I guess someone in the building got hit by a water bomb and saw me, Bear and Dog, at the railing. I told Dad it was Dog, not me. He was really mad at me for not telling Mom when she asked me. Dad told me it was lying because I didn't tell Mom what happened, when she asked about the water balloon. Even if I didn't do it. I knew who did and what happened. He told me I should have told Mom what happened. He said it was lying by omission. Lying by o-mis-sion means leaving out important facts. It was an important fact that I knew that Dog had dropped water bombs on people. I should have told Mom and Dad that Dog did this when I was asked if I had dropped the water balloons. I have to admit..I was really scared I would get in trouble when Mom asked me about the water balloons. I knew we did something wrong. Dad says I could have avoided the whole thing if I had told him when it was happening, he would have talked to Dog about it. But I didn't and I didn't tell Mom when she asked. I guess I have a lot to learn about doing the right thing.

Ma heb id stubbed upth

2009-07-14T20:38:00.000-04:00

I woke up this morning with a runny nose, fever and cough. URRRRGGG. It's no fair being sick on summer vacation. I want this day replaced with one from school. I think I should get to stay home from school one day this fall.

Mom and Dad got me all set up on the couch with the remote and some hot tea. I keep sneezing and I don't feel so good. My head hurts and I wish I could sleep. Mom tucks the blankets all up around me and puts my slippers on my feet. I am going through boxes and boxes of Kleenex. Achoooo! I'm cold then I'm hot. How did I get so sick?? I can't play with my friends. Pout!!!

Dad is gonna make me his special soup. And then Mom said I could have a Popsicle. Grandma is coming over to read me stories a tonight. With all this love and care I should be better in no time.

Saturdays

2009-07-11T09:15:00.001-04:00

Sun, Sand and a cold glass of Banana juice. The toils of the week are but dim memories in my monkey brain. How quickly we let the robes of responsibility and conforms of society drop from our shoulders as we change from our work selves to our weekend selves. My weekend self is so different from my weekday self. Why is it that the two are so different? Do I have a split personality? Is there something wrong with me? Or am I like every other monkey? Do we all have two or more selves? Are these personalities or masks we put on to get the job done? Dad says they are all a part of me and that I just emphasize some more than others when I need them. It's how I get through daycare and pre-school. So I am Morty the amazing with my friends and Morty the sweet and wonderful with Mom and Dad. I am that @*&%$#@! snotty monkey to the air conditioning man (that's why I blow boogies on him). I am Morty the adorable with to Grandma-ma. I guess I am all of these. All of these.. plus more that I have yet to discover, are who I am. I am looking forward to discovering more! What an adventure.

Bloodletting

2009-06-30T22:41:00.006-04:00

Blood. Dark red, sticky.... Blood. The stuff that can save you or kill you. Either way you cannot live without it. I can. But I can't live without my synthetic stuffing. Or Banana juice. Lucky for me. Both are readily available at the nearest store. But every day some human needs blood. Lucky for those someones my Mom gives blood all the time. So does my Dad. I go with Mom to keep her company. Sometimes we give red blood cells. That takes little longer. We don't mind. We watch a movie on the Ipod, or read while we are giving. But most importantly we GIVE blood. So many people need Blood or parts of blood everyday. Young people, old people, moms, dads, babies and kids. It's sooooo important for everyone to give blood. I don't understand why more people don't give blood. I hope you read this and find it in your heart to make the time to give this one thing that is truly the gift of life. Yes THE GIFT OF LIFE. It costs nothing to give and it the most valuable of all things. More valuable than diamonds, gold or designer suits. People cannot live with diamonds flowing through their veins. And is there not something to be said for giving a bit of your life, your very essence to another in need?

Blood is used in lots of ways. Here is a little bit about it:

Blood is almost never used in its whole form. Most patients requiring transfusions only need one or two of the many components that make up blood. It would be wasteful and sometimes harmful to give the patient blood components they do not need.
More than 99% of the whole blood collected in this region is separated into blood components that can be used to treat the specific medial needs of three or more people. Below are some of the products derived from whole blood:
Red blood cells carry oxygen and are needed by surgical patients or to treat those with anemia. Platelet concentrates are fragile blood cells that are an important part of the body's clotting system. They are used to control bleeding in the course of treatment of leukemia and other forms of cancer.
Plasma is the yellow liquid portion of blood. It restores fluid volume in patients who have suffered from shock and provides a source of clotting proteins that stop bleeding.
Cryoprecipitate is a part of plasma that contains certain clotting factors found in whole blood. It is used to treat clotting deficiencies like those found in people with hemophilia..

Ego

2009-06-28T20:16:00.010-04:00

I can't decide, a car that leaves only a small footprint or the car of my dreams. I know what I should do. That's not the problem. I know what's right. But when I look at the Aston Martin Vantage...I well...drool. So I think how debonair I will look driving that beautiful sleek machine, listening to it's roar as it accelerates and how it purrs at each stop light. Like riding a fine steed. The rush is amazing. But...then I think about the size of that footprint. EGADS! How much waste and just to assuage my ego? Am I not as debonair driving an electric car? Are my stripes not as fascinating on a scooter as in an Aston Martin? My gaze any less mesmerizing on a bicycle as in a luxury sports car? And the people who think I'm cool in my Aston Martin...If they don't think I'm as cool in my electric car??? Are they worth knowing then? The valets; will they park my car just as gladly if it's an electric beach cruiser versus a James Bond "el suave" car?

speeding..is it a crime???

2009-06-28T19:45:00.011-04:00

My Dad drives slow. Yup..... slow. No question about it. S-L-O-W. My Mom drives fast. Real fast. Not like zippy, like HOLY COW, we crossed the sound barrier.

Dad gets mad at her for driving so fast, he says it's against the law. She says pshaw! But in my monkey brain..I wonder why it's OK for that kind of breaking the law, but not others. Mom says people routinely speed, jay-walk, appear publicly drunk and spit in public. So why are those laws OK to break? Who decides when it's OK and when it's not? And what if everyone is speeding , jay-walking, spitting and appearing drunk in public. Will there be utter chaos? Why do some people think it's OK and others are mortified (not morty-fied)??? Am I an unaccepted society reject if I follow all these laws? I mean the average concert, football game or monster truck show is filled with drunken people. Sometimes it's so crazy I'm scared and have to hang on tight to my Dad. It can be scary just to walk to the stadium. Some of those big drunk guys scare me and the ladies with too much make-up yelling at everyone and crying..it doesn't seem to me like they are having fun. Yet everyone acts like it is perfectly acceptable. How do we decide what's right and what's wrong? I guess you have to be prepared for the consequences of your actions no matter if they break the law or not.

Oh go fly a kite!

2009-06-24T19:35:00.000-04:00

I'm bored! We are having a heat wave and it is just too gall darn hot to go outside. Especially in monkey fur. You have to wear a hat and flippies just to go out and get the paper. With temperatures in the triple digits even the beach is empty. The sand burns your tootsies! Even the dolphins are lying low. So I keep going from room to room. I think I'm getting on Mom and Dad's nerves. Mom just yelled go fly a kite. Hrrumph. It's too hot Go Fly A KITE *%#@!!??. It's too hot. And I don't wanna fly a kite!!!

I want someone to pay attention to me!!! Yes me.. Morty! I want Mom and Dad to stop whatever it is they are doing and..make me not bored.

Why does this happen to us sometimes. We get bored and feel someone should be showing us how not to be bored. Is this part of growing up? You have to learn how not to be bored or lonely by yourself? Enough already..I'll go put my kite together, before Dad gives me some chores to do!

Fame Fortune and internet booty

2009-06-22T02:59:00.000-04:00

I can't believe it! I took some innocent yet somewhat provocative photos of my self....and ya, you guessed it! They ended up on the Internet! Private, artistic photos meant to be shared only with those I love..splattered like some cheap peep show across the world wide web...and worse yet, photo shopped in with some tawdry blond. Egads!!! is nothing sacred! So..in an effort to keep balance in the universe..I have posted the original here for those loyal fans....whom I do truly love.

Fathers Day

2009-06-19T03:17:00.000-04:00

I made a Fathers Day card for Dad today. Well almost. The glue is drying. (not boogies for those of you who read my earlier post). I love making stuff. The paper, the glue, the sissors. Mom making chicken pot pies while I work my art at the kitchen counter. Mom didn't even have to remind me...this year.

Dad. Hmmm. What a great idea Dads are. I love sitting with Dad on the couch watching a game and eating bananas until I bust. Mom comes home to find us sprawled out on the couch, banana peels piled on the floor. Rootbeer bottles everywhere. I belch in greeting to her raised eyebrow. and giggle a bit. This is boys time! She stalks off to another room. shaking her head.

Dad and I finish the game. slugishly and half heartidly pick up our mess and adjurn to the deck to enjoy the last vestiges of daylight. Here we sit in silence (uncommon for me, but I am sure that I am on the verge of a food coma) rumminating on life together. I finally work up the nerve to ask Dad what I've always wanted to ask him.

"Dad, why did you adopt me"?

His reply surprised me.

"Mort, I wasn't sure I wanted a kid. And then well.. your Mother spotted you and..it was as if we had never been without you. Sort of like finding out you've lived your whole life without your left arm"

That was it. I'm not sure what I expected. But WOW.... Maybe something like,I don't know " I researched it for 12 years, visited the congo and volunteered at the primate house, and then I knew I was ready you" But to admit he took no time in wanting or thinking about it..that he just loved me on first sight. Wow. I wasn't sure if I should be mad or happy. I'd had too much rootbeer to be mad so I decided to be happy.

After all...Dad is the one who picks me up when I crash on my bike, when I get sand up nose or fall from the ceiling fan. He's the one who imparts words of wisdom, boyness and what mom refers to as trouble. These are the gifts he gives me everyday.

Thanks Dad.

Don't Chew with your Mouth Open

2009-06-16T23:33:00.006-04:00

Someone might put sticks in it!

Herding cats

2009-06-16T00:23:00.000-04:00

Mom says getting us all together to go to something communal is like herding cats. Quite frankly I didn't know anyone herded cats. I'm pretty sure it's not a job I want.

She says that sometimes moving us towards our destiny is much the same. We don't seem to want to go even when it could be a lot of fun. I might want to go if bananas were involved.

We get bumped, prodded, pushed and finally shoved until we move from our comfortable place to another place that after much adaptation becomes our new comfortable place where we quietly and comfortably remain until we are prodded forward again. So we snarl, flip boogies, grunt, moan and complain. We think we are so smart and so all knowing. We sit around sipping banana and lime juice complaining about it all, when we know we have to move with flow. We go on and on about the terrible things that make our lives change, forgetting that our lives are... all about change. Maybe being the person that makes people change can be good? Maybe even noble?

So maybe being a cat herder is not so bad.

Ring around the Rosie and other inappropriate things

2009-06-13T17:56:00.005-04:00

Played with my friends today. Did you ever realize what a strange idea Ring around the Rosie is?

We played for hours. round and round we go...dizzy dizzy..we all fall down. I asked mom about it. What does it mean and who the heck is Rosie any way. Let me tell you...I wish I had not asked.

The Plague....

Yuk and icky!

Sometimes it's better to just have fun with something and not know the details. EEEUUUWWW.

The question is...at what point do we decide that it is important to know the details??? You know at what point is it a social no-no and at what point is it innocent? How is a monkey to know? What if I make a mistake? Is it offensive to Teddy if I mention a Bear Market? Does Rufus get mad when I say Dog days? Gosh, maybe it's just safer to sit and look at the wall and suck on frozen bananas.

Sometimes things are better after a little time out

2009-06-08T21:35:00.006-04:00

Ok. I am better now. I guess I needed the time out. Mom and Dad didn't like the whole "cake" thing. No bananas for a whole day either.

Here is a picture of the wall in my room. I spent a couple of hours staring at it.

Pretty boring.Maybe I should color it just in case I have to go in time out again. I don't like time out. But I guess I was" being monkey" badly. That's what dad said. Anyway I guess I should have taken my nap. Maybe I wouldn't have been so cranky.

Maybe it's important to know when you time out before someone tells you that you need it.

Sometimes Mom and Dad take time out. They just go for walks alone or just hang out by themselves. Maybe that's why they don't get cranky too often. Just a tip...don't tell people to go "eat cake" you might get time out when you don't want it.

Sharing..or not

2009-06-08T21:26:00.004-04:00

Sharing. Hrumph! Mom and Dad can eat cake!

All I want is this banana. And that bunch of bananas.

...and maybe that lamp over there.

Why do I have to share. It's not fair. Bananas are my

favourite food. And no! I did not wake up on the wrong side of the

hammock today. I just don't want to share my nanas!!...!

It's good to make friends

2009-06-06T21:37:00.005-04:00

Ok, She is not as pretty as Gretchen. And...she is kinda quiet.

But she is company none the less.

We've been playing cards and drinking banana juice while

Mom and Dad play on the beach.

Not sure what her name is, but she seems to be afraid of the

maid service.

Room Service

2009-06-06T15:20:00.002-04:00

Taking it easy . Enjoying room service.

Lime and Banana juice..yummy!

Hey someone...pass me the remote.

I intend to laze around until moss grows

over my monkey fur!!

Bon Apetite

2009-06-04T19:53:00.005-04:00

We went out to dinner last night. My first time out to a "real" restaurant. Dad calls it a "white linen" restaurant. It was lots of fun, but a lot of stuff like "manners" to remember. It was kinda dark inside. And quiet. We walked in and Daddy talked to a pretty lady, who told us to follow her. We walked through the restaurant, I looked around. I was the only monkey in there. She led us to a table in the middle. Daddy pulled mommy's chair out and we all sat down. The pretty lady brought me a big pillow to sit on. There were lots of glasses on the table. Mommy told me I was not supposed lick them all. Dad ordered wine and mommy had something called a martini. It had green olives in it. eeeuww. Yuk. Sometimes mommy eats weird things. Lots of mommy and daddy's friends and quaintces came by to say hi. Mommy was laughing a lot. She even thought it was funny when I put an olive in my nose. Daddy wasn't so happy and told me to mind my manners and behave. He says that a lot. I'm not really sure what that means. I mean I know I'm supposed to stop being silly, but I don't know what it really looks like to behave. I usually just stop doing everything and sit still. But I like to play with things. I don't like to be still. We had steak and lobster and spinach. I like spinach. For desert we had bananas foster and ice cream. It was really fun. I was really full and the soda made me burp...really loud. But I don't like to think about which fork to use or when to use my napkin. Mom says I need to learn. But I think I like going for pizza where I don't have to use a fork.

Amore

2009-06-02T23:38:00.000-04:00

It's happened. Woweeee. zipitty do dah! I met the coolest girl. She is well.....WOW. The whole family took a vacation to where my Mom grew up. Seattle. We stayed in a really neato place in Queen Ann. It was beautiful. We visited the Space Needle, Pike Place Market, The Aquarium, the Willamette valley and we even stayed in a haunted hotel. Then...it happened. Mom's sister came over to pick us up. Holy Cow!! she is the bees knees. We had dinner with her and then we sat near the fire and drank fine wine ( I had root beer). She is soooooo pretty! She is really smart and nice too. She has beootiful dark hair and big soft eyes. She is good at Scrabble and card games. She laughs kinda funny and crinkles her nose like me. She doesn't have stripes though. She's tall and did I say really pretty? Shes really funny too. No, not funny looking.. funny. She makes me laugh. She smells really pretty too. Dad says she is coming for visit this summer. I hope she stays in my room. I'll even share my teddy bear. And Dad will make banana and coconut pancakes....I can't wait

Monkeyness

2009-06-02T03:02:00.000-04:00

Dad says there are things you should not do. Things that go without saying. Like you don't flip boogies on the air conditioning man. (I don't care what Dad says. I don't like that man. He's grouchy) or pee on the elevator man's shoe. What I want to know is..if we have this sort of unspoken list of things we just don't do..then why do some of us do them? You know break the rules and flip boogies on the crank pots? Is it how we keep the nastys of the world in check? Reminding them they are too mean to interact with the non-grouchs? I mean didn't they start it first by being uptight and mean? I know I'm supposed to be good even when big people are not nice to me or my friends. But don't you think they should have a mood adjustment? Don't you think they would appreciate a mood adjustment without drugs or alcohol? I think it is my personal monkey duty to remind these people that they take themselves too seriously and that a little monkey DNA will loosen them up.

After all look what it did for Mom and Dad!

hit and run and other criminal behaviour

2009-05-31T17:17:00.000-04:00

Mom and I ran some errands today. I love running around town. Meeting and greeting friends. Getting stuff done. Stopping for ice cream or cappuccinos. Chatting with the pretty lady at the dry cleaners. Then as we were wrapping up our errands....

Tragedy!

Mom and I just returned to the car to find Benzie had been hit. Urghhh. Benzie's wound stood out like a black rugged gash on his pristine elegant white nose.

But wait!!The guy left a note! Phone number, name and everything! Wow!

We drove home. Benzie slow and careful in his navigation of the familiar streets. We were oddly quiet in respect to his fresh wounds and his valor in continuing on. We came home and I ran to Dad heralding the important information and feeling guilty excitement over the news I was first to deliver.

Mom and Dad examined the note. Then an odd thing happened. They debated on what to do. I was puzzled. I mean the guy left a note. And Benzie was hurt. But then I thought about it. It did seem odd. The guy was honest in his crime..he called it to our attention. Now he is going to pay for Benzie's rhinoplasty. I mean it doesn't seem quite fair. If he didn't leave note he would not pay. At least not monetarily. Perhaps karmically. Perhaps in a world where ones soul is more important than ones money, people leave notes. Makes me think twice about leaving my tidy whiteys on the outside of the hamper.

Convertibles

2009-05-31T00:14:00.000-04:00

Sunshine, wind and bananas. Nothing beats cruising the beach in mom's convertible. I'm already at least 50% red so sunburn is not a concern. Woke up had my Banana pancakes, slicked back my coif, strapped on my vintage Louies and enjoyed the good life. I recall life "on the shelf". No outings, no Louie V sunglasses, no Benz, no (shudder) Banana pancakes. What makes a change like this happen in one's life? Was it all the focus I had in my soul on this life? I used to spend a great deal of time fleshing out the details of such a life. Feeling good about it and savoring exactly the way each step of it would feel. And it always, always felt good. I'd sit there on the crowded shelf , squished by the stuffed bears, goofy smile on face imagining all the wonderful things and ways life could and should be for me. When did the conversion of dreamer to reality happen? What made that particular woman stop and observe my person? Was it divine intervention? Was it my intentions and pureness of thought? Was my dream the same as hers? No matter. In the end I'm here. I know I can be happy even on the shelf. I'm happy and not ashamed to be living the good life in these uncertain times.

Bananas

2009-05-30T19:51:00.000-04:00

Bananas. The kind of Bananas that means...well..not sort of like the rest of us. Colorful. Colorful in not the right kind of way. Not that I can really comment on it. I am after all..striped, and red striped at that. I think it kinda permeates my personality too..the stripes, not the red. I think it gives my character more dimension. Dad says it's just my monkeyness. I suppose that comment will come back to haunt both of us. Him in his old age when I don't live up to my potential and me when I subconsciously use it as a reason not to succeed. You know..."My inherit monkeyness makes me fart during board meetings". Therefore I need never take ownership for actions. "You know when I was two my Dad said to ignore my bad behavior, it's not bad behavior it just my monkeyness." Well any hoo...Mom and Dad had some friends over. Whew. I am sure some of them qualify for, well..being classified as bananas. Or at least as plantains. Depends on your definition. Everything from hermits to restaurateurs. Weird hair, outlandish outfits and yes ma'am even republicans. Makes it kinda hard to get everyone to agree on what qualifies as bananas. Mom says they're just artsy. (shes the boheme) Dad just laughs. The thing about mom and dad..they love everyone as long as everyone is nice to everyone else, even if they are bananas. Seems simple enough even for a Sock Monkey.