We got the keys!

Woo hoo! The great moving adventure of 2007 has officially begun. I'm aflutter with excitement.

We started painting a bit tonight. The following is a list of the paint colors soon to adorn the walls of Casa Monkey:

asparagus
fire brick
Arizona
apple crisp
bittersweet
winetasting

I'll give anyone who can correctly guess what color each of those is a special prize. Paint names are more fun that the J.Crew catalog's naming craziness.

Sexy man

There is something very sexy happening in the Monkey house right now...


Mr. Monkey is packing some boxes of books. Big, heavy boxes of books.

I love a man whose hands smell like cardboard and packing tape.

Psst...

I'm starting a new blog, details to come soon...*









* I'm not getting rid of this one, just starting a second one. A sister blog, if you will... hopefully with less hair pulling and Barbie stealing than the normal sister relationship though

An open letter to the current residents of Casa Monkey

Please, please, please stop being stupid.

Seriously.

Please read your contract (you know, that paper we all signed when you sold us the house). Please stop changing your mind about the refrigerator. I know you are mad at us because we made you abide by the terms of the contract (yep, there's that pesky legally binding piece of paper again) but please stop being petty and just get your stuff out of the house by April 30th.

We don't dislike you (okay, maybe we do a little right now) and we weren't trying to rip you off. Really. Now just get out of the house and give us the keys.

Oh, just an FYI, when we say that we need the keys "first thing in the morning" on May 1st, we don't mean "noonish". Don't want to get up early in the morning to drive the keys over? That's fine, by all means bring them over the night before. We're more than ready to move.

Grumpily,
Mrs. Monkey

Dinner time: Act I

The setting: It is early evening in a living room in a suburban home. A woman sits alone, reading a magazine. Suddenly, a noise breaks the silence.

The stomach: "Um, just a quick heads up, I'm pretty empty here"

The woman doesn't look up. All she hears is a soft growl. She turns the page in her magazine, desperate to know if there really is a cure for cellulite. Not that she has that. She totally doesn't have that.

Stomach, louder this time: "Seriously. I'm really empty here and I have been for like days now. I'm getting tired of the water and Gatorade. I want some real food. And also- GROWL"

The woman pats her belly gently.

The brain: "Nope, we're not hungry, nope. We don't like food anymore."

Stomach: "You don't really believe that. You want mashed potatoes with real butter. And some ranch dressing. Yeah, mix in that ranch. Mix that right in."

Brain: "Mmm, mashed tatos. Mmm."

The woman rises from her chair and goes into the kitchen. Mashed potatoes are made.

Stomach, in sing-song fashion: "Taters, taters, taters. Warm yummy taters. Eat em up and send em down. Taters, taters, taters..."

The woman raises the spoon to her lips. She hesitates for a moment...

Brain: "Eat it! Eat it now!"

The woman takes a bite. A new character enters the scene.

The throat: "AAARGH! What the holy hell? What are you trying to do to me?"

Stomach: "Shut up throat! I am sick of your crying. It has been almost a week since she feed me right."

Brain, in a mild panic: "Um, keep eating. No, no stop eating. I don't know, I don't know"

The woman takes another bite.

Throat: "Arrgh. Stop. Just stop"

Stomach: "Eat it, eat it now"

Brain, increasingly confused: "Hungry but painful. Hurts but tastes good. I don't know, I don't know"

Somewhere off stage we hear the menacing cackle of the menacing antagonist, Strep T. Hroat. The woman pauses and slowly, slowly takes another small bite.

Throat: "Bitch you crazy"

The woman puts down the bowl, depressed. Strep T. Hroat laughs.

The curtain closes.

Whine, the follow up

So, apparantly the reason I was up in the middle of night hating my throat and whining was because I have a nasty case of strep throat. Ugh. I got sent home from work this morning because, well, basically I am germ filled and infectious. My boss cancelled my class, so now I am home on a Wednesday night with nothing to do but watch the series finale of Friday Night Lights.

Quick side track here...are you watching Friday Night Lights? If you aren't, you are seriously missing out. It the Mr. Monkey and I's favorite show these days. So good and very, very well written. If you missed it, I'd highly recommend renting the DVD's when they come out.

Speaking of Mr. Monkey, I am under strict doctor's orders not to kiss him for the next 24 hrs lest I give him the germies. This is not going to be easy. I've literally never spent time with him without some kissing. Yes, in case you are wondering, we kissed the first night we met...what can I say, he is awfully cute. I'm not usually quite that easy.

Tonight will just have to be platonic, firm handshake night. Good times.

Whine

Please note that the post below was written at the unholy hour of 2am because I can't sleep because my stupid, dumb throat hurts too much.

I think I'm taking a little trip to urgent care tomorrow morning....I mean this morning...in like 5 hours.

The Big Move

Exciting night tonight at the current Casa de Monkey...I began the packing process. As my loyal readers (all 7 of you) know, Mr. Monkey and I bought a house last November but have been renting it back to the previous owners since then. It has been a fine arrangement as far as these things go but Mr. Monkey and I both hate being landlords and have grown to hate our current house, which we loving call "the crap house", so we have been looking forward to moving for months.

Well, we finally have a moving date and tonight I gathered some boxes, took a deep breath and headed into the disaster area we call our office (my housekeeping has gotten a touch lax as of late). Our office is filled with books, all organized by genre. I was able to pack up two sections (religion and children's literature) before I came to a profound conclusion.

My conclusion- packing kind of sucks. And also? We have a buttload of books. It took me 8 boxes to do those two sections and that accounts for less that one of the 10 bookcases in that room.

Is it wrong to offer the students in my night class extra credit points for every box they bring to class?

Bad Monkey

Wow, no posts at all for a the whole month of March? Sheesh, did I turn into my husband or something?

I do actually have a semi-valid reason for the lack of postage...March was a nutty month for me. I went to California with a dear, dear friend who happens to be as directionally challenged as I am so we ended up driving from Santa Monica to Phoenix by way of San Diego. For those of you not familiar with California geography, one look a map will tell you that this is not exactly the most efficient way of getting from point a to point b. Truly, I am lucky to have made it home at all.

After I got back from California I had a few days at home and then had to go to Nashville for a conference. The conference was at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel. Hee. I was there for four days and saying Gaylord never stopped being fun for me. Yep. I'm 12.

Now I'm home and starting the somewhat daunting task of packing for the big monkey move. It looks like we'll get our house in about 2 weeks. Yay!

I'm going to try to post a bit more regularly this month, so more later.