You know you are blog blocked when you catch yourself thinking, “Getting a girlfriend would really provide some blog fodder.” (When you catch yourself thinking, “4 inch heels would really make my calves POP!” it indicates something else entirely.)
I can’t believe it, but The Monkey turns 12 tomorrow! She got her hair cut short on the weekend. Shortest it’s been since she was two or so. I heard about it Sunday afternoon and took a break from my busy schedule (read: being curled up on my bed watching Knocked Up) to go see it in person.
And she did not get off the phone the entire time I was there.
She did perform a little twirl and pose for me, while never taking a break from the important business that is discussing 6th grade gossip.
For you newcomers, The Monkey is my little cousin. And here are some of her adventures:
“The Monkey on her soccer game”
“Overheard on the soccer pitch”
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Today I am listening to:
I think the whole big cousin-small cousin debacles are cuttttteee..you should post pictures of the two of you here :D she sounds like me..:p
Debacles is a very good way to describe the adventures.
Happy birthday to the Monkey! Your stories about her are so CUTE!
Thanks! She’s a cutie.
Happy birthday to the Monkey.
When I was round about that age my mom decided to chop off most of my hair. I was 12 with no boobs. People thought I was a boy. There are no words to describe how traumatising that was.
Awww. Wait… did she actually cut your hair herself?
No … she actually paid someone to butcher my hair …
Not that you’re still bitter about it…
Happy birthday to the monkey!!
I know what you mean about blog fodder… I clearly was running quite low. But I don’t like to blog about relationships too much so having a boy doesn’t even do much for my content. Boo.
Hmmm. Actually I haven’t really blogged much about relationships, so it wouldn’t change much for me either. (Though I might sneak some truth into word doodles.)
OH and you were wayyy too fast on the anti-Sox comment. No fair :(
Jays are 2-0.
Aww I hope she has a good birthday. As for grade six gossip, it’s insane. I was in a grade six class room last week and you wouldn’t believe the stuff that goes on. Note passing and boy talk. Oh and don’t even get me started on sleepovers and crushes.
Their sleepovers are just insanely dramatic and strategic.
I bet your fake girlfriend would LOVE being the source of your blog fodder too. I find that’s the case w/Paco….(Maybe not).
Fake girlfriend? I meant that getting an actual girlfriend could provide fodder for posts.
Well I know, but right now she’s FAKE. See?
Ok, I guess that was confusing.
Happy Birthday, Monkey. :o)
And Peter, I’m sure you could imagine a pretty awesome blog-fodder girlfriend. I promise, none of us will point and make rude comments…
Imagine one? I’m confused.
And that emoticon was meant to be :)
Sorry.
Aw! Happy birthday to The Monkey!
damn you’re popular, Peter!
You’re hotter now.
I was always hot. The world is just finally catching on.
Happy Birthday!
Happy bday to your niece! What did you get her?
The glory that is my presence.
And a gift card.
(And she’s my little cousin, not my niece.)