well, it's been over on month from my last installment to this installment - and i bet your wondering what i've been up to.  well, simply put, i am up to 3 feet 5 inches; ha!  i just had to say that - it's the politician in my dna; you know, say stupid things that have no meaning and call them jokes.  seriously, life's been pretty good.  i've finally found a flea and tick shampoo that seems to work; i am able to get my nails clipped on a regular basis; with these new "ultra absorbent" diapers i can not stay out past 11:00 pm without having to change - but by 12:30 am a change is most defiantly needed, according to friends.  this past month has been wild, let me give you a brief look - 

halloween was a bit weird, as always.  i mean, i'm a punk monkey and i look like i am wearing a costume all the time.  most of the time it's not a problem, but around holloween it can be a drag.  i was walking home from starbucks with some friends after a long and totally intense bible study, when a group of people from our local neighborhood "we got it right and you got it wrong" church started yelling.  they told my friends, that they were going to go to hell because they took the "kid" trick-or-treating dressed as a monkey.  they had no idea who we were, or what we were doing.  they made assumptions based on my size and external appearance.  when we tried to approach and share with them who we were and what we were doing, the refused to talk with us and they walked away.  shouting something about darwin, creation and satan - i could not get much out of it all.

as we arrived home, things were starting to look up.  as i walked in the house, "popoff" my pet armadillo, came running over for an evening of play.  we started to play his favorite game "catch the can of baked beans." popoff is so cute.  as i toss the can of baked beans he "hobbles" after it (he lost one of his back legs in a roller-coaster accident involving a cat, a small lizard and several thousands of dollars) then he brings it back for me to toss again.  we were having a great time tossing and hobbling, when the people who lived below me started to argue.  it was intense.  she was mad because he forgot their 4 and 1/2 weekly adversary.  he was upset, because he no longer wanted to live with her and he wanted her out.  this is one of the problems i see with living together, without the commitment of marriage; nothing to work for, nothing to work with.

well, given the all and all life has been pretty good this month.  i will be writing each week from this point on, and hopefully all will come together.  next week i will share with you about my trip to tijuana, and those "crazy parties."

PuNk mOnKEy -