I Think I May Have Over-Stuffed My Monkey

My cousin, Julie, has gotten me HOOKED on sock monkeys! She posted some pics of her latest creations, and I fell in love immediately. I tell ya, I have THE most creative family ever...!!

I started my own sock monkey last night. I kinda wish I had taken pictures of the process to share with you here (mostly so I'd have more photos to post) - but, alas, I did not. I did take this one pic with my camera phone:

He's not quite finished, yet. I think I may have over-stuffed my monkey, as I ran out of stuffin just after filling his torso and thunder thighs. 

//I can't believe my monkey has cellulite//

I chose to do a (mostly) all white monkey, because I don't think I've ever seen an all white one before. This one will have a buddy soon in opposite, coordinating colors. I've already pre-cut all the pieces. Once I get some more stuffin, it's on!

Quick & Mini

Once again I've let my blogging responsibilities slack, so I thought I'd get on here and give my millions of readers a quick n mini update on things:

1. I made it through the THREE dance classes I was to sub - not without my usual 2-day post aches and pains - but it was fun! I had "I Look Good" stuck in my head for days... (and now I do again)

2. I just booked my 2nd wedding! YAY!! I'm shooting a lovely lass I've known for many years and meeting her hubbie-to-be on the 26th for their engagement shoot. I can't wait to share what we come up with!!

3. FOTY is still being just that: Father of the Year. I don't want to devote too much energy to it, but he and his family are ri·dic·u·lous. I saw his charming sister out at Chick-fil-a, feeding HER children junk... *gasp* The kids all spoke to one another, and she avoided eye contact with me.

4. One of my only friends from the ATL just text me to tell me her beloved proposed!! Congrats, B! {I foresee travel and another wedding in my future ;) }

5. I'm getting back into my painting & crochet'ing <--- I can't type that word properly without thinking of "shitting" / I don't know. Don't ask.

6. I'm still single and lovin it. Sure, there are those moments when I long for someone to dote on me... but then I remember I'd rather the universe send Mr. Right into my life, rather than settling for Mr. Conveniently Right Now.

7. I don't really have a Seven, but it's my favorite number, and as such, should be included.

OH. MY. KANKLES.

{{Sidenote: OMG is so yesterday, so why not just pick any ole thing to "Oh My"... and *kankles* is a funny word. Go on, try it. Say "Oh My Kankles!!" You giggled inside a lil' bit, didn't you?}}

OMK!

What have I done gotten myself into??

I agreed to sub a couple of classes tonight - which I'm kinda excited about / kinda nervous about. I miss dance; it's one of my many passions. And the release you feel... indescribable. But I haven't danced since August/September... And even then, I just subbed a class. Before that, it'd been probably a year - maybe more. (who's counting?)

I don't even know what "the kids" are listening to these days... not that it matters, I guess. I just don't want them to be bored in my class.

Oh, and did I mention it's been a while since I've taught?

I FEEL SO OLD & OUT OF SHAPE!!

This ought to be interesting...

Everything's Okay, But...

THAT is how the lady with my children's afterschool care program should have started her conversation with me on the phone.

But, no.

She didn't.

THIS is how the conversation went, instead:

Moi: "Hello?"

RA: "Yeah... Is this.... uh! I don't even know who I'm calling for.... I guess... Lopez??"

Moi: "Yes. That's my children's last name."

RA: "Ok. This is 'so-n-so' with aftercare. for Gabriella."

[Right about here is where some reassurance that my children were okay should have taken place.]

RA: "Yeah, she... We... They need to be picked up by 4:30. We're shuttin' down."

Moi: "Oh.... Ok..."

RA: "Because of the weather. They need to be picked up."

Moi: "Oh. Okay. That's... That's fine... I was just starting to get a little worried there..." <--My hint that Rude Ass should have begun the convo a little differently.

RA: "Yeah. There isn't even a name listed here. Like for the parent..... Unless it's this... Camille.... Mow-something?"

Moi: "Yes. That's me. I'm their mother."

RA: "Oh. Well they need to be picked up by 4:30."

I'm not sure she made it clear.... What time do they need to be picked up???