Teto Jackson & Monkeys Fly at Dawn

OK--(stands for all correct (oll korrect), actually a sort of journalistic "joke" from the 1830's) I guess it is time to explain the "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" title. I have this great best friend (and I don't use that title lightly--I probably only have five TRUE 'bffs' as the kids would say) who has been teaching with me for many years and we have been through much together--both bad and good. Sometimes the bad was pretty much dominant. Actually it was dominant for many a year. It was laugh or cry times, folks. So we laughed instead. Seemed like the thing to do. Anyway--I'll call this BFF of mine Teto*. Teto Jackson. So, Teto and I both had some hard times with marriages and "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" was just one of those times. As it were in my first marriage, the time came to cut the losses and move on from a really bad situation. My BFF KimKim* and I had to make a plan. It involved some sneaking and short lunch breaks and the borrowing of KimKim's Pop's truck over lunch (and some wrangling to get out of school at that time and KimKim off of work) and packing and loading as fast a humanly possible and a quick drop off of the said items (during a rainstorm!) no less. We were careful, of course, to NOT be so trite and petty as to mess any of the stuff up. (Although KimKim was all for it.) So, as they say, That was That. During the "sneaky weasel" time while we planned the perfect moment, KimKim began to call the operation "Monkeys Fly At Dawn." We discussed often when the monkeys would actually fly (KK herself had pulled off this particular operation herself) and had begun to despair that it ever would. Perfect moments do occur sometimes, though, and this moment eventually showed up. Pair that with a friend who could install dead bolt locks and "You're In Business!" As luck would have it, it had not been long since KimKim and I had loaded all of my ex-husband's stuff up and hauled it off to his momma's porch that Teto needed to do the same. However, she was somewhat reluctant and her situation (mine being desertion and hers being intimidation and abuse) was more dire. Threats had been made and stalking had taken place. You get the picture. However, Teto's ex-husband (we'll call him Lucifer) had even left his old flea-ridden and mouse infested couch and loveseat in her house! He had moved out NOTHING where my ex hadn't really lived with me in a couple of years (except to come home on the occasional fortnight to sleep). I'm talking tools, hunting gear, equipment, clothes, trash, crap, kitchen appliances, and yes, an old '79 Camero in the yard. He was living across town with a buddy and so our "Monkeys Fly At Dawn Operation II" was kind of scary. First we had to procure the truck (Teto's friend Lilly* had one) and after that we had to find the perfect moment. Perfect moment when Lucifer and his buddy would be gone. THEN we had to get off of work. This was no small feat because, as you know, Teto and I both taught high school and Lilly was a substitute teacher! So, we chose a day that we had teacher inservice in the afternoon and we just didn't go back. (Being from a small town and Teto living across from the school and all probably didn't leave much question in the minds of the powers that be as to what we were doing and where we were.) I don't remember if we got docked or not, but we probably did. It took much longer and was much more work that we thought it would be. It was worth it. What was really worth it was Lucifer's FIT!!!! He accused Teto of ruining his "fine" things and not placing correct value on his "vintage" Camero! (with no wheels) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA You HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! It was by far the finest "Monkey Dawn" moment I've ever had. So, the title of my book is going to be "Monkeys Fly At Dawn" and you are the first to know, my friend.
*names changed to protect the innocent or just plain crazy people.

So Sublime--LOL Cats

Have you ever seen the icanhazcheezburger.com site? It is so so so funny to me. Some people think it is stupid (my husband) but I think it is great. The first time I ever found the site I laughed so hard that I almost lost the cookies! Seriously! Then I showed some of my students that were in the classroom at the time and one of them (I'll call her Shelly) laughed so hard with me that neither one of us could see. With each viewing we got more hysterical until finally the teacher from across the hall came over to see what was going on. She didn't seem to think it was as funny as we did. There is also an ihasahotdog.com site for all the dog lovers out there. But I have gotten much much enjoyment over this one awesome website. I check it every day. I send bumperstickers to my facebook friends with lolcats on them. These people that caption the cat pictures are real comedians, I tell you! But, to tell the truth, I have always had a very strange sense of humor and things that I think are funny--usually no one else does. LOLCats remind me of the "Deep Thoughts" by Jack Handley (is that his last name or not?) that were so funny back in the '90s. Maybe it is one of those "had to be there" things, but it hasn't stopped being funny yet.
By the way--does anyone happen to know what or how the affirmative "O.K." or "Okay" came about. Just a random wondering of mine. I guess I'll have to look it up.

So much to say; so little time...

You know, this is really a great idea. I have always wanted to write about all kinds of things and I really am at a loss as to where to start! I could talk about so many things. The title of this blog, for instance. My children. My husband. My friends. My job. The books I want to someday write. Or my dog. You know, I'm really going to have to organize my thoughts before I put the first post up or I'll be confused and any poor soul who is unlucky enough to find this blog will be, too. I have a friend that I've had for many, many years and she has a blog. But she is doing great things in foreign countries--teaching young children to speak English and all. SHE has a reason for a blog. I really don't except I'd like to have my thoughts and memories saved somewhere. OK--I'll be honest. I think I'm losing my memory. It's crazy! I can't remember hardly anything anymore. Yeah, Yeah---I know. Stress. Whatever. I think it is more than stress. I really try to remember things that happened whether it be twenty years ago, ten years ago, last year, last month, last week...yesterday! I can't recall anything clearly. So when I think of it, I thought I'd just write down the story here and then I'd have it on hand and maybe it would spur other memories or thoughts! It sounded like a good idea when I thought of it anyway.