Monkey Boy

Summer Tentpole

Posted on January 27, 2010 at 12:01 am

by Richard

It’s winter and there’s still cold seeping around most doors, causing us to dress in sweaters and bundle up under blankets. But that doesn’t stop time from marching on. Believe it or not, it’s time to start looking for summer camps.

I know. It’s hard to believe, but it is true.

Over the last couple of days, we’ve begun to receive many, many thick catalogs with ideas for different camps and summer programs in which we could enroll our little dude and our teen dudes. We’re lucky. We already know what they’re going to go away to do. Unlike some camps where the little dudes and dudettes go for months, we send ours to shorter, normally two-week, camps. They get a trip out of town on their own and we get to keep a few pennies in the bank account. A few, mind you.

There are many, many fine summer camps all over the country. A lot of the ones I’ve dealt with, either by attending or by sending a little dude there, are associated with the YMCA. For the most part, they run a great camp.

All three of our little dudes have attended Camp Cheerio (no relation to or association with the cereal) up in the mountains of North Carolina. Each of our dudes have really loved their time there. Two years ago, George of the Jungle aged out. Last year was Zippy the Monkey Boy’s last time at that camp. This year, Speed Racer will be attending without benefit of brothers. He can’t decide if he’s going to be sad or going to explode with joy because he doesn’t have to watch out for surprise noogies.

The two older little dudes are going a bit farther afield. Last year, George of the Jungle went to Costa Rica to help rehabilitate habitats for endangered animals on a wildlife preserve. He got 25 community service hours and had the time of his life traveling with Rustic Pathways, a teen travel and service organization. This year, he’s going with Rustic Pathways to New Orleans to help rehabilitate homes destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. He’ll be there working and playing for about two weeks. He actually said he didn’t want to go out of the country this time because it would be “too much hassle.” He stuck to it, even after we had the doctor check him over for hidden head trauma.

Zippy the Monkey Boy has signed up to travel to the United Kingdom and tour Scotland, Ireland and England with a number of his classmates and other high-school dudes from around Charlotte with Educational Tours. Not so many opportunities for service with this one, but he will be exposed to a different culture or two.

We know these are all expensive, but they’re worth every penny in the joy and horizon-broadening they bring to the little dudes. So start researching now if you want your little dude or dudette to experience the joys of sleep-away camp or even find a service opportunity.

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Mosh Pit

Posted on January 26, 2010 at 12:01 am

by Richard

I think I might have made a mistake. I know. Hardly surprising, but I really had such good intentions with this one. I mean, what could go wrong by bringing three little dudes, aged 10 to 16, to a bar for a concert on a school night? See? Perfectly innocuous, right? Right?

It began, as do so many strange adventures, with Zippy the Monkey Boy having an idea. This time it didn’t involve explosions, grand theft auto (the charge, not the game) or slimy ocean creatures so I was pretty open to hearing about it. He wanted to go see a concert. See, last year around St. Patrick’s Day, Zippy the Monkey Boy and I discovered a new (to us) band called Cage the Elephant. They had this great song on the AltNation channel on XM radio. We loved it. Eventually we (read I) bought the CD and spread the love to the rest of the dudes and little dudes in the house.

A dude at Zippy’s school had said he had tickets for Cage the Elephant’s show here in Charlotte. Zippy, of course, was insanely jealous and wanted to go to the show. I said I’d think about it and promptly forgot about it (parental privilege). About the thirteenth time Zippy brought it back up I caved and looked into the concert. I thought it was being held on a Saturday (actually a Sunday) at a concert venue (actually a bar) so I said why not and bought four tickets, one each for George of the Jungle, Speed Racer, Zippy and for me. I haven’t told my wife, known to me as She Who– Quick! Hide. She’s Coming, about this yet. I might need bandages.

Now, we’ve done concerts before, most notably Jimmy Buffett. But that one was significantly family friendly. I’ve got a feeling this alt-rock concert held at a bar will be, um, different, to say the least. Mind-numbingly, taboo-shatteringly almost-riotously different, to say close to the most.

Should I survive both the concert and the wifely aftermath, I’ll let you know how it went.

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Dog Training

Posted on January 11, 2010 at 12:01 am

by Richard

Now that we have a dog, I’m able to do a little compare and contrast and I’ve come to a conclusion. To wit: It is much easier to train a dog than it is to train a little dude. Much, much easier.

In the probably less than five months that we’ve had our Labrador/pit bull mix, Buzz, we’ve been able to teach him not to poop on the floor, how to roll over, sit, not to beg at the table, how to tell which hand has the treat and how to choose that hand.

In the sixteen years we’ve had the little dudes, we’ve managed to teach them how not to poop on the floor. Most times.

Buzz has his own little area and he doesn’t mess in it.

I’m afraid to walk into the bedrooms of m three little dudes for fear the mess will have gained sentience and will attack just on general principles.

Buzz has his own bowl and will eat from it, making sure not to spill on the floor. If he does, he’ll clean it up. (With his tongue, but still the principle stands.)

After a meal with my little dudes, I’m tempted to rent the place out as a rest stop to a horde of migrating cockroaches moving south to escape the growing threat of the arctic boot heel.

Buzz actually likes to get in the shower. True story: we’ve got a shower without a door or curtain (on purpose, I assure you) and, whenever one of us is in the shower, Buzz will wander into the shower, get wet and happily start licking up the water on the ground.

Sometimes the funk surrounding the older little dudes, George of the Jungle and Zippy the Monkey Boy, is so fierce it’s almost a dose of concentrated evil. Eeeeeevvviiilllllll!

The point of all this. Not much. I’m just sitting here watching the dog lie quiet on the floor while Zippy chases Speed Racer around the kitchen and living room and dining room screaming something about death and dismemberment.

You know, there’s something to be said for a household of pets and no kids.

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