Sunday, October 15, 2006

Hey, Hey, We're the Monkeys

If you're like us, you like monkeys. They're just funny.
When Josh and Brandon were kids, they would use the mattress like a trampoline. To stop this dangerous activity, I would sing them a little song:

2 little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and hit his head
Momma called the doctor, the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

For years whenever we go to a zoo, we sit for hours just observing monkey behavior. The Sydney Zoo was probably the best for chimps and gorillas.
Robin reminds us that when Barry was a wee darling boy, he had a pet horned toad. He found it in the yard in Arizona and carried it everywhere. The reptile had a name which he oddly gave to all his pets....PEENEE. So when the family took a road trip to Nogales, Mexico, Barry sat in the back quietly stroking his Peenee.
He entered a dumpy store filled with trinkets and blankets. But this place had a caged monkey, forever to be known as the Mexican Monkey, who reached out and grabbed Peenee.... and ATE HIM!!! I think this is what led to Barry's current negative attitude toward everything.
So over time, we have ended up with a small collection of simian paraphernalia. It pales in comparison to that of the Politos or the Hubbards, some ape loving friends.

I wonder if we are choosing to hang out with people based on their opinion of monkeys?

Anyway, here is the family.

I took an art class in college and drew a picture. Maybe it was supposed to be me and Josh.

There are no wild monkeys in New Zealand, but here is a popular wine at our place.

Kimberly got this old one after I started reading a Stephen King story to my 7th graders.

After I finished the tale, I would put this up on a shelf. It scared the shit out of the kids.


I picked up these on a trip to Denver.Never want to come home empty-pawed.

These 3 have magnets to hold their hands over the appropriate zones.

This little guy is in the guest Bathroom. he is a combo monkey and pirate. Pirates are equally cool so he is a double threat.

We have a few monkey bowls. this one holds nuts. Monkey nuts.

This one in the 2nd bedroom holds change and whatever.

We got these in San Francisco from a gay antique dealer in the Castro. He had more to offer, but I was in a hurry.

This monkey bowl comes from Nelson. It is in the foyer and hold keys and sunglasses.

Got him in San Diego as a prop for some lesson or other. This is a puppet that is now used to lure children into our car.

I feel like having a banana so Baba Booey to you all!


At 7:16 AM, Anonymous robin said...

ok, way too monkey creepy. you might have chosen friends that enjoy the monkey fair, but certainly not your family. as you might recall the Nogales monkey - horned toad event of the universe!!! I am sure Barry is still having nightmares to this day; the others of us are still quietly snickering at the memory. also, your dear mother totally hated and feared monkeys - most likely tied to the famous Nogales monkey - horned toad event. again, a little - robin

At 11:23 AM, Anonymous robin said...

Thanks for adding your rememberance of the event, and I realize you are getting on in here's the way the toad was found: the horned toad was found by Barry when we stopped off at Tombstone and he actually found it on a grave or close by. Right after that we continued traveling down south to the lovely land of Nogie...Barry basically relocated the toad from its home and then proceeded to cross the border w/it and then carry it to its death...still snickering; sorry Barry, I do love you. robin

At 6:15 PM, Blogger Head Monkey said...

I am so jealous of your collection..Tomorrow I am off to Big Lots for a monkey run...and remember...
A monkey with a computer is still a monkey.
Wild Bill the Head Monkey


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