He-Monkey, Master of the Uterus!

It's official - the Little Monkey is a boy. "It" is now a "he"! LampLover and I are both just happy that he is healthy and happy. There was lots of activity in the ultra sound. He was a very active little guy. He didn't much care for his happy warm home being bombarded with intense levels of energy for the ultrasound, so he was having a bit of a tantrum. It was like watching a fit on mute. Much more amusing that way...I have a feeling in a year or so, the tantrums won't seem as cute.

Not much news going on other than that. We're healthy and happy too - LL is wrapping up the end of her third trimester at chiropractic school (I can't believe a year has passed this quickly). The Dallas Stars dropped Game 7 of the opening round in the Stanley Cup Playoffs, so they're off for the summer now. Another great season and unfulfilled potential. So frustrating.

More updates will follow. I'm noticing a major trend in blogs lately - major lack of updates. It makes me look downright hard-working at mine. But, these things ebb and flow. Perhaps the next mighty gush of words from my friends is just around the corner. I'm working at building up my waves...need to keep these waters flowing.

-Stop. Monkeytime.

The Working Zombie Monkey

I don't have one of those jobs that inspires - no life-changing decisions are made at my work, no lives are bought and sold, no empires created or crumbled. That said, however, I don't dislike my job. It's relatively challenging, consistantly changing (something I enjoy that others perhaps do not), and I'm compensated adequately. It's not a job that inspires. That's just fact.

So, Mondays are always an obstacle. Add to this that I have been in a allergy-induced daze for the past week (I hope it's allergies anyway), and you have a whole new dislike for Mondays. There are about 40 elective surgeries I'd rather go in for than go to work tomorrow. Seriously - 42, I think.

But, life will go on - and once I'm there, and plodding away at my desk, taking my two daily allocated "smoke" breaks - which, for a non-smoker like myself, gives me time to walk around and listen to my iPod - I'll adjust and things will be just ducky. I'll be a working zombie monkey, but at least I'll be there. Whiling away the hours until I can wrangle one of those "jobs that inspire". They aren't on Monster - trust me.

Other than the zombie worker thing, other things are good. The baby monkey is doing well, and if it is cooperating on Wednesday, LampLover and I get to find out if it's a SheMonkey or a HeMonkey. As long as all the appropriate toes and fingers are there, and the brain works, I'll be a happy papa.

Monkey out.