Drunkin Monkey Madness

While mom's away, monkey will play

2008-01-01T22:56:00.000-08:00

That woman, I swear. She keeps telling me that she will let me on to update my blog, and then she hogs the computer. So while she is in Sacramento (without me...) I am stealing internet time to let you know that my adventures are not over! and I am going to start stowing away more frequently in mom's bag because she travels all the time and never takes me with anymore.

And pictures! Do I have pictures! I can't post the one's from Sweeden because they are packed, but the hio pictures are available and the stories great! And have I mentioned my Vegas romance with a mermaid?

Gasp!

2007-06-11T17:58:00.000-07:00

Here I have been at home eagerly awaiting Drunk Monkey's return, and what do I see on the internet, but a picture of him, in the sack with a mystery bunny named Isis.

2007-05-22T17:37:00.000-07:00

Many apologies about the lack of posts. I haven't been able to fgure out how to get the pictures on from DM's trip to Sweden, and with him still in Ohio, it feels weird to post without him. He's due to ship home in a few days though and I plan to start taking him on more adventures.

DM Mom.

Pimpin

2007-04-26T21:13:00.000-07:00

I want to be POPuLAR. So I got a Myspace. Come and be my friend.

www.myspace.com/drunkinsockmonkey

The trip to Vegas!!!

2007-04-19T16:27:00.000-07:00

This time, my mom let me ride in the car and not in the luggage. She was still new to this monkey mother thing. After many hours of driving through the desert, we arrived a a big castle! We were able to sneak past the giant dragon in the area where all the lights were blinking and people were putting money in some vending machines. Sometimes the vending machines spit money back out! Mom said she doesn't like those machines because they never spit money at her and she would rather drink or go shopping.

Mom and Auntie Stena dropped me off in the room, which wasn't very big for a castle, I thought. I was a little bit peeved that they left me in the room, so I drank all their coconut rum.

The laughed at me when they got back and went to bed. The next day, they got up and went to the pool where they ordered drinks. I would have been mad again except they saved me some. They kept giggling about charging things to the room.

They went out again and told me that while they were gone, they met an elephant, some lions, and made friends with the dragon. I wish I could have been there. They must have married a prince or something because they were wearing princess hats. Then they got all gussied up and talked about a dinner joust.

They came back drunk! With big glasses of drink, bigger than me! Auntie Stena had hers strapped around her waist but my mom said she couldn't do that because it dragged on the ground. She told me that her butt is only two feet from the floor. Then she shared some. It was yummy.

Since we were both feeling silly, Mom and I wrestled a little.

I started feeling a little woozy. In this picture you can see the giant cocktail. it was bigger than the toilet.

It was a quiet ride home.

Another trip? OH BOY

2007-04-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

a couple of months after my trip to Hawaii, Mom announced that it was time to travel again. She and Auntie Stena announced that not only was it time to take another trip, but this time, we were going somewhere called Vegas!!!(vegas was always said with a very loud voice and extra emphases) Vegas!! apparently is somewhere where you can DRINK ON THE STREET!!! and get into all sorts of racy trouble. Mom announced that I would get to go too. From all the giggling and planning, I knew there would be good times ahead.
Then I learned that Vegas!!! isn't a city, it's a magical Kingdom! We would stay in a real castle and maybe meet a Queen and the water flows like booze! or maybe it's the other way around. And Mom and Auntie talked about Hot Men!! I didn't understand why they would want hot men, I mean, I thought cool men were all the rage, but I am just a monkey so I don't really know.

Hawaii

2007-04-09T18:39:00.000-07:00

I don't remember much about the trip to Hawaii. My suitcase flight accomodations really sucked and the cockroaches are almost as big as my head there. Mom kept me up all night trying to shoo them out the door because she couldn't bear the idea of sleeping with them in the room. You should have heard her squeal lik a little piggy when her friend stomped on one and it got up and ran at her! I am glad I was in the other room. Thankfully, we didn't sleep in the bed next to the window because sometimes it rained at night and that bed would get all wet. If mom would have closed the window, that would not have been a problem. But NO. She wanted to hear the ocean while she slept. I didn't even get to see the ocean. Hawaii smells kind of like musty and flowers.

I expected my Hawaii trip to be full of photo opportunities. But mom said I had to stay at home so that no one snagged our room. We didn't have to share one until the last couple of days. Is it any wonder I found a way to entertain myself?

One day, Mom came back before I could hide the bottle, and my secret was revealed. I'm not sure why she was laughing, I had a terrible headache. She makes sure the liquor cabinet is locked now and I can only have drinks on special occations. To remind her to watch me closely next time, Mom (finally) named me "The Drunkin Monkey"

An important announcement

2007-04-03T11:22:00.000-07:00

A couple of months after we moved, Mom announced that she was taking a trip. To Hawaii! Now, I didn't know what a Hawaii was, but the way she she went shopping for bathing suits told me there would be water.

Sadly, I knew that she would, as usual, take her favorite travelling buddy, Simon. Simon had already been to Denver, Sacramento, and Big Bear. He made a great pillow on long plane rides.

Then, much to my surprise, after consulting with my Auntie Stena, she decided to take me! Simon, apparently, was just too bulky to take on a trip like that. This trip would change my life!

My History

2007-03-29T11:38:00.000-07:00

About three years ago, my mom, Ginamonster, went on a sock monkey making binge. Pictured above is my big brother, First Monkey. He was made of a pair of Mom's socks. He was white with grey sprinkles. After seeing success with First Monkey, Mom snagged an old pair of Courtney's socks and made me. My little brother Third Monkey was never finished. All his pieces have been lost. It was a very short Monkey Binge.

I was known back then as the Other Monkey. At some point, after we moved, First Monkey got lost or adopted or something. I promise, I had nothing to do with it. I swear. I did NOT get rid of my older brother. I wouldn't do that. I'm a good monkey. really. At that point, I became The Sock Monkey because I was the only monkey around.

Hello!

2007-03-28T21:19:00.000-07:00

I am the Drunk Monkey and this is my story. That's me with Baby. She cusses at me and I make faces at her. We both like bananas, but our mom won't give them to us because she is allergic.