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“T” is for…

Now that it is May, I ask the same questions every morning when I get up.  What are we having for breakfast?   What are we taking pictures of today?

This morning, Mr. Guy told me that we were having eggs and toast for breakfast and that today’s picture was going to be text tiles.  I was excited!  I like eggs and toast and I had the perfect idea for our picture because I have lots of text tiles.

Because I like words, Mr. Guy and The Lady gave me some text tiles to help me learn my letters.  I like the text tiles because I can play with them all by myself…unless I don’t know the letters in a word I want to make.  Then I have to ask for help.  After I ate my breakfast, I got my text tiles out and thought about our picture.

I know how to make the letters spell the words blue, and orange, and and, and monster.  Using my tiles to spell those words for my picture seemed like a perfect idea!

I made all of my words except for one.  I could not find a “T” for the word monster.

Just about the time I was getting very frustrated, Mr. Guy came and asked me what I was doing.  I explained that I was working on our text tile photo, but I could not find a “T.”  Isn’t it kind of funny that in something called Text Tlies there are no T’s?

Mr. Guy found me the T that I needed.

Now we could take our picture!

Mr. Guy was not as excited as I was.  I asked him what was wrong.  He said, “Well…I have a little bit of bad news.”  That is never a good thing to hear!  He said,  “Our picture is not supposed to be of text tiles that are two words.  It is supposed to be text tiles that are one word.”  I had no idea what he was talking about but I figured I would have to pick just one of the words I made with my text tiles.  That was easy.  I told Mr. Guy, “Okay.  We can just use monster since we made that one together.”  He said to me, “I’m sorry, but our picture isn’t supposed to be about words at all.”  Now I was really confused.

Mr. Guy explained that textiles, one word, are what our clothes and blankets and other soft stuff are made from.  I asked him if my t-shirts were textiles and he told me that they were.  OK.  So today would be just a t-shirt photo day.  Then The Lady said that I could wear my dress-up clothes if I wanted to because textiles can be more fancy than t-shirts.  That sounded more promising.  Then The Lady gave me her bad news.

Our photo had to be in black and white.

Yuck!  I do not like black and white pictures!  I am a furry little BLUE and ORANGE monster not a black and white monster.  Black and white are OK if those are your real colors.  What would people who are black and white think if I took pictures of them and made them blue and orange?  I bet they wouldn’t like it much.  Well, that is how I feel.

But, since we have a deal to all do this Month of May project together, I played along like a good little monster, at least on the outside.  My insides were not really being very good.

How do you like my textiles?

I just want to say that black and white will never be the new orange and blue!

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Fitness Day

It is only the second day of my May photo and writing adventure and already I’m not sure this is a good idea!  The Lady told me that today is National Fitness Day so our picture would have something today with that.  I had no idea what she meant, but was not worried about it.

I figured a fitness day was probably a good thing.  Maybe it had something to do with seeing how all my shirts fit me.  And if Mr. Guy and The Lady were checking to see how my shirts are fitting that must mean that maybe it is getting close to time that we can go shopping for new ones.  I started getting a little excited about this fitness day.

Then it came time to take some pictures…

Offspring No. 1 was there to help.  She said that I needed to have hand waits and a mat before The Lady could take the fitness pictures.  Why did I have to have a mat?  The Lady usually makes me brush my fur before I can be photographed because she says that having mats in my fur makes me look like nobody takes care of me.  I learned a long time ago to brush my fur everyday because it hurts to have the tangly mats brushed out.  I try not to cry if I get them, though, because The Lady says that she’ll have to cut the mats out of my fur if she can’t brush them out and I do not want to have holes in my fur!  It is just easier to never get a mat.  And now I am supposed to have one?  This is very confusing.

And hand waits, too.  I figured that must be part of the corona virus stuff.  Our hands have to wait to touch stuff so we don’t share germs.  I guess that means that my hands are going to have to wait to try on new shirts.  But what does that have to do with taking a picture today?

When I got outside, there was an orange rectangle on the ground.  It had big orange dog bones on it.  I thought maybe the orange rectangle was a dog bed since it had dog bones on it.  The Lady asked me to go lay on the mat.  I told her that I did not have a mat, that my fur was all brushed and not tangly.   I wanted to look nice for today’s picture.  She pointed to the orange dog bed and said that was the mat.  Weird.  It was smooth and didn’t have any fur that could get into a mat.

Then Offspring No. 1 explained that fitness day is about taking care of your body, about doing things that make your muscles strong and keep all of your body parts healthy.  This is what I was expecting, to hear. The hand waits are important because they mean I won’t touch things that might make me sick and then make my body not strong.

Offspring No. 1 told me to grab a wait.  I just looked at her.  Then she pointed to the dog bone and said it again, “grab a wait.”  I asked her if she wanted me to wait to grab a bone.  She looked at me like all of my fur was matted.  “A wait!  Pick up that hand wait right there!”  I think she was getting mad at me but I was so confused.  Finally she figure out why I didn’t understand.  “Not hand wait, hand w-e-I-g-h-t. Weight!  And it is not a dog bone!

I reached to pick up the hand w-e-I-g-h-t.  It was heavy!  Offspring No. 1 said that that was the point.  It had to be heavy because it was lifting the heavy w-e-I-g-h-t was how my muscles would get strong.  I learned that picking up heavy stuff is how you get fitnessed.

I picked up those weights a few times and then my arms started to hurt.  They hurt more than having my fur mats brushed out

Offspring No. 1 tried to show me how to use these hand weight things.  She is very fitnessed.

I was just tired.

The Lady told me that when Offspring No. 1 was little like me, she had lots of hairs and her hairs would get into a mat because she didn’t like to brush them.  And when The Lady would try to brush Offspring No. 1’s hairs for her, she would cry because it hurt.  Maybe Offspring No. 1 and I have some things in common.  Maybe one day I will have muscles as strong as hers.

But even if I do make my muscles big and strong, they will never show because my fur covers them up.  And I am going to keep my fur because I brush it and don’t have to make holes in it cutting out any mats!

I think that we are all good at different things.  Offspring No. 1 is good at fitness day and hand weights and I am good at brushhing my fur.   I can celebrate No Mat Day.  I think we should just leave it this way.

I wonder if there is a No Mat Day.

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It’s May Day

May I wish you all a Happy May Day?!

May is my favorite month of the year because it is the month when The Lady takes a picture of me every single day and I write something here every single day.  Also, when it is May, I know that school is almost over and summer break is about to begin.  But, some things are different about this May.

For the last couple years, on May 1st, Mr. Guy and The Lady have taken me shopping for a few new t-shirts for my May blog posts.  Remember, I like to collect t-shirts.  This year, though, we are not going to do that because of that corona virus thing and social distant singing.  Mr. Guy told me that if we went shopping, I would have to wear a mask and do social distant singing..  Hmm…Mr. Guy doesn’t sing and I don’t sing…even distantly!  And, a mask?  It is not even Halloween.  And come to think of it, I don’t even wear a mask a Halloween.  I trick or treat dressed like the furry little blue and orange monster that I am and say “thank you” to all of the people who say to me, “Cute costume!”  Singing and masks made shopping sound like a theatre production.  I wasn’t sure I wanted any part of that.

Then I started thinking, maybe it would be fun to wear a mask now since I don’t wear one any other time…as long as I didn’t have to do social distant singing too.  Mr. Guy told meThat I definitely did not have to sing.  He also said that he didn’t think that I would like wearing a mask, but he would let me try one on.  The Lady made two different kinds of masks.  Some have elastic and some have ties.  Well, I could only try on the tie kind because the elastic kind have to hook on to your hears…and I don’t have any hears.  I only have horns.  If I hook the elastic on my horns, the mask covers my eyes.  I asked Mr. Guy if he could cut holes in the elastic mask like they do for the masks at Halloween.  He told me that cutting holes in the mask would mean that germs could climb in and out of the holes and that is what we didn’t want to happen.  So it is a tie mask for me.


I think we look like we are dressed up like happy bank robbers!

All that to say that I did not get any new shirts today.

I looked through my closet and found one that I think is perfect.  I am sad that I didn’t get to go shopping, but I have lots of other things to be thankful for.  I am thankful that I live with Mr. Guy and The Lady.  I am thankful that we are all healthy and that we have have masks to keep us healthy if we have to go shopping for stuff that is more important than new shirts for me.  I am thankful that it makes me happy to look at all the shirts I have and remember that I got them when I visited some really cool places.  I also had some big smiles remembering special friends who have given me shirts as gifts.  I’m sure glad that I don’t grow much and my shirts keep fitting me!

Since we couldn’t go anywhere special, Mr. Guy, The Lady, and I took a walk around our yard and looked for blue and orange flowers because blue and orange are my favorites!  I found some!

Even though today was not the day I had hoped for, I still have lots of things to be thankful for.

And now I am going to go eat tacos for dinner and be thankful some more!

 

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Making New Friends

It has been more than a month and we still can’t go anywhere because of the corona virus.  Since we are all stuck at home, I thought that The Lady would have lots of time to do stuff with me; but, all she does is work all day long.  I sit in the den with my books and my toys and watch her work.  Don’t tell her I said this, but when she went to school everyday and said that she was very busy, I didn’t believe her.  Now I do!  By the time she is done with her work and we have dinner and clean up the kitchen, it is time for this little monster to go to bed.  This Safer At Home stuff may indeed be safe, but it is not a very fun time for me.

I did learn something yesterday that made me happy, though.  I know that after I go to bed at night, The Lady sits in her chair and plays with her sticks and string.  I know this because when I get up in the morning, there is string everywhere.  Sometimes it’s little pieces.  Sometimes it is big balls.  She has a basket with lots of colors of string in it..and all of .her string colors don’t match very well.  I have never been sure if she makes real useful stuff with her sticks and string or if she just ties lots of knots.  Then yesterday, she posted on Facebook that she had made a new friend.  Apparently she made this new friend with her sticks and string at night while I was sleeping.  I had not met this new friend of hers before and was kind of surprised.  It made me happy, though,  that lots of people on Facebook were concerned about my feelings about this new friend of hers.

His name is Louis.  Louis and I have some things in common and some things not in common.  Louis is made of gray and white string.  I am made of blue and orange fur.  Louis’s clothes are also made of string.  My clothes are made of t-shirts.  Well, most of them.   I do have one sweater made of string that my friend Ms. Joni made for me with her sticks and string.  My sweater is orange just like Louis’s sweater.  I am much bigger than Louis, though,  so I won’t have to worry about him borrowing my t-shirts.  That makes me happy.  I don’t mind sharing…well…maybe I do mind just a little.  My shirts are all very special to me.  They wouldn’t be special to him.

Another thing that Louis and I have in common is that we both have horns.  His are tiny gray horns compared to my big orange ones.  I guess that makes sense since the rest of me is also bigger tham him.

Louis and I talked today.  I told him about my adventures with Mr. Guy and The Lady.  He said that he was not interested in that kind of adventure.  He likes to sleep during the daytime and stay up all night.  That seems strange to me. Maybe that is because The Lady made him at night.   If he sleeps during the day and I sleep during the night, Louis and I will not see each other very much.  That might be OK with me.  I kind of like having Mr. Guy and The Lady all to myself when we go on adventurers.  Does this make me a selfish furry little blue and orange monster?  I hope not.  I don’t want to be selfish.  But I was here first.  I sure hope Mr. Guy and The Lady don’t ever think about getting another monster that likes to be awake during the daytime and to go on adventures!!!

 

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Finding Your Happy Heart

Has there ever been something that you really loved to do and then all of the sudden it didn’t seem fun anymore?  That is how I felt about writing my stories.  It seemed like a lot of work and I stopped doing it.   I’m not sure why.  The Lady went on a few trips and I didn’t want to go with her.  When she came home, she said that people had asked about me, that they were disappointed that they didn’t get to meet me.  Then I felt sad.  I have been a confused little blue and orange furry monster about whether to write or not to write.

This week The Lady has not been going to school, but she has been working at home.  That seemed strange to me.  I thought maybe she got tired of teaching like I got tired of writing.  The Lady told me that that was not the case; she is working at home because we are supposed to all stay at home because of a car on a iris. 

Hmm… Why would we have to stay at home because of a car on an iris?   

I know that irises are pretty flowers.  We have some in our yard.  But I couldn’t figure out why an iris in the road meant that The Lady couldn’t go to school.  I went outside to check on the ones in our yard.  Sure enough, one of the flowers had fallen off of its stem and the car was on it.  

That was sad, but I still wasn’t sure why this meant we had to stay home.  Then I thought maybe the iris had thorns on it and it had flattened the tire.  

Nope.  There were no thorns on the irises and the tire was fine.

The Lady said that we have to Shelter in Place and that means we can’t go out and be around other people because the car on an iris can make people very sick and we want to stay healthy.  Then I got scared because I had just been outside looking at the car on an iris.  I don’t want to be a sick little monster!

I was upset and The Lady knew it.  She explained to me that it is not a car on an iris that makes people sick, it is germs call Coronavirus.  She also told me that she was pretty sure that little monsters could not get the virus.  The only thing that might happen is that I might get the bad germs in my fur if we go out around lots of people and then I could share them with Mr. Guy and The Lady.  That’s why we have to do the Shelter in Place.  I was relieved.  I can do that.  I can stay home.  This little monster doesn’t want to make anyone sick!

The Lady told me that not being able to go to school or to church or out to eat with her friends feels very weird.  She said that sometimes you don’t realize how important something is until you don’t have it.  I knew exactly what she meant.  I told her that is how I feel.  I realize that I miss writing my stories.  

The Lady said that I could fix that.  All I had to do was start writing them again.  I was excited for a minute.  Then I remembered that we can’t go anywhere or do anything so I won’t have any stories to tell.  The Lady reminded me that I am a creative little monster.  She said that she was sure that I could think of something to write about.  And if not, I could tell some of the stories about things that I have done in the last year when I wasn’t writing.  

My little monster heart is happy. 

 I guess I had to not do something to realize how much I love doing that thing.  I wonder if all the people who are doing shelter in place right now will think about what things they miss and what things they don’t.

I think I’ll write a story about what shelter in place means to a turtle.

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May 30 – Monster Blue and An Orange Blob

I got a new shirt today!  We went to my favorite store, the red store with the white circles.  At first Mr. Guy and The Lady said that I could not get any shirts because I have already gotten four new ones this month.  I really wanted to go just look, though.  Sometimes it’s fun to look at stuff even when we are not going to buy one.

Most of the shirts I saw were there when I got my others…except this one!  It is different from all the other shirts I have because it has lines all around it.  All of my shirts have letters and pictures but no lines.  And, the lines match my fur exactly.  It has monster orange and monster blue lines!  The Lady said that my blue fur is a specific blue called cerulean blue.  We talked about this once before, but I think cerulean is a very strange word so I don’t use it.  Monster blue works just fine for me!

The Lady agreed that the colors in the shirt were perfect for me so she said that we could get it.  Yay!   But, when we held it up to make sure that it was the right size, I noticed that it had a big orange blob on it!  How did it get an orange blob?  If anything, I would think that the shirts might get white circles on them at this store, not orange blobs that look almost like squares.  If I am going to have a shirt with blobs on it, I want to have fun putting them on it myself!

I said to The Lady, “I guess I can’t get this new shirt since it has a blig orange blob on it.”

She said, “A big blob?  I don’t see anything on it.”

I know that The Lady’s eyes don’t work very well, but surely she can see the big orange almost square blob on the front of the shirt.  I didn’t want to be rude so I pointed and said nicely, “It’s right there.”

The Lady said, “That is supposed to be there.  It’s a pocket.  You can put things in it to carry around with you.”

None of my other shirts have pockets.  I’ve never needed a pocket to carry things around.  I have Mr. Guy and The Lady and lots of nice friends who carry my things when my things need carrying.  I was glad to know that the blob was supposed to be there, though.   I now have a new shirt with lines and a pocket!

When we got home, I asked The Lady about her picture for today.  She said that she needed to take a picture of a blue flower.  I was hoping that she needed to take a picture of a furry little cerulean blue and orange monster in his new shirt with matching lines and a pocket.

Then I had a big idea for a little monster!  I decided I could put blue flowers in my orange pocket!  It is there to hold stuff.  Today it can hold flowers.  It can be a vase.  I went out to the yard to search for blue flowers.  The only blue ones that I could find were the ones we already used in a photo this week.  The Lady said that she didn’t want to use them again.  I don’t think that they would have fit in my pocket vase anyway.

Then I found some little flowers that aren’t quite blue.  They are…quite purple, but they are the best that I could do.  Purple is blue with red mixed in, so technically they blue.  My monster blue fur has yellow mixed in with it.  That’s what makes it cerulean and why my fur and the flowers I found look so different even though they both have blue in them.

I was surprised that The Lady said that my purple flowers would work for her picture.  I put them in my orange pocket and she pushed the button on her picture taking box and we were done.

Now I need to find something else to put in my new pocket!

 

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May 21 – Barns, Books, and Bills

Today we went to Barns and No Bills.  I wasn’t sure why we were going to visit barns.  Mr. Guy always say that he feels like he lives in a zoo at our house, especially when the canines are being wild.  It would not have surprised me if we were going to a zoo with no bills.  He might have been looking for a place to send the canines for summer camp or something.  I guess they could go to a barn too.  Barns are on farms and farms have canines on them.  A zoo or a barn where Mr. Guy doesn’t have bills for the canines’ to go to summer camp would be great!

When we got to the place where the barns were supposed to be, I didn’t see any animals.  I didn’t see any fences or pastures…or barns.  Mr. Guy carried me into the first barn and it was full of books!  It was a book barn!  All of the books had their own special corrals just like the animals have in an animal barn.  A barn full of books and no bills is far better than a canine summer camp with no bills!

This barn had a special corral just for little monsters.  All of the books in it were written just for me!

All of the tables and chairs in this special corral were the perfect size for me, too!

There was also a grownup size chair where Mr. Guy could sit and tell me a story.  I felt like I was at school, not in a barn.

Not only were there books here, there were also toys!  The Lady likes to play with the Lego toys.

Mr. Guy likes trains.  There were trains that he and I played with for a little while.

I think that The Lady has Lego trains at our house.  Maybe this summer she will put her trains together and Mr. Guy and I can play with them!  Mr. Guy doesn’t like to put Lego together and my claws were not made to play with Lego.  But, I can play with the trains once The Lady has them all put together!

After we got done with looking at books and trains in the little monster corral, Mr. Guy had to go to another corral to look at books for him.  Once he found what he wanted, he said that we had to go pay for our things.  That didn’t make any sense!  Why did we have to pay for stuff at the No Bills Barn?  Mr. Guy told me that I was unclear on the whole concept here.  Apparently so.  We don’t usually have to pay for our books.  The library lets us read them for free.  Mr. Guy said that that was true, but the library doesn’t let you keep the books.  You have to read them and then give them back.  These books he gets to read and then keep in case he wants to read them again.  That makes sense.  This must be how we got all the books in our library at home.  Mr. Guy and The Lady paid for them, but now they share them with other people who get to read them for free.

I still don’t completely understand the whole Barn and No Bills part of this place we went today, but I had fun so that makes it another good day for this furry little blue and orange monster!

I hope you had a good day!

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May 18 – A Rainy Day

Today was a very stormy day at my house.  There was wind and rain and thunder and lightening.  It was sort of scary but also fun to watch.  I watched mostly from the front porch.  I have a yellow raincoat, but it was raining so hard that I don’t think that raincoat would have kept my fur dry so I stayed where I knew I would be dry.  Having wet fur makes me sad.

It rained hard like this for two hours!  That is a lot of rain.  My yard almost looked like it was a bay, almost like the bay in Delaware!  I thought I might see boats and fish at any minute.  When the rain stopped for a little bit, I went outside with the canines to see if there really were any fish.

When I looked in the water I saw something!  I didn’t look like a fish.  It looked like a monster!  Maybe it was the Loch Ness Monster that is on my shirt that Ms. Rene gave me!  How did Nessie get all the way from Scotland to Texas???

Mr. Guy explained that I was not seeing the Loch Ness monster in our yard.  I was looking at a reflection of myself.  Do I look like the Loch Ness monster?  Does anyone really know what it looks like?

While I was outside looking for fish and finding monsters, it started to rain again.  I ran to keep dry under the garden frog’s umbrella.

He was very kind to share with me, but I was still getting wet.  My horns are like water slides for rain drops!  I decided to run as fast as I could back into the house.  That is where I stayed for most of the day.

Once I was sure that the rain had stopped for good, I went back outside, again with the canines.  The big canine likes to play ball outside!  I looked around at all of our flowers.

They looked very sad.  We had so much hard rain that they were all bent over.  Some were even broken off and lying on the ground.  I thought the rain was supposed to nourish the plants, make them happy and healthy.  Our flowers didn’t look healthy or happy.  Maybe too much rain for the flowers is like too much pizza and cake for me.  Food is supposed to make me strong and healthy, but if I have too much of it, I don’t feel good either.  I just want to lay down just like the flowers.

I think tomorrow is going to be a nuce sunny day here in Texas.  We’ll see what kind adventure awaits this little furry blue and orange monster!

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March 15 – Confusing Italians!

I am glad to be back and taking pictures with The Lady, but sometimes this little monster has no idea what to do to help.

Today I asked what we were going to take pictures of and The Lady said that we had to find fibbing gnocchi numbers.  I thought to myself: Are there really that many gnocchi out there telling lies that someone keeps track of the numbers showing how many fibs they tell?  I thought people only did that for Mr. Trump.  Is he a gnocchi?  No he can’t be a gnocchi.  Gnocchi are Italian dumplings.  He’s not Italian or a dumpling.  So, what do gnocchi fib about?  Whether they are made from potato or semolina flour?  Whether they have breadcrumbs or cornmeal?  More importantly, where are we going to find any gnocchi, fibbing or otherwise, today?

I expressed my serious misgivings about today’s project to The Lady.

She said, “Fibonacci numbers, not fibbing gnocchi numbers!”

Well, that certainly cleared things up for me.  No really.

The Lady tried to explain.

She said that Fibonacci numbers are a sequence of numbers, such that each number is the sum of the two preceding ones, starting with 0 and 1.

0+1=1, 1+1=2, 2+1=3, 3+2=5, 5+3=8

Hmmm…That’s not too hard, I thought.  We just have to take pictures of zeros, ones, twos, threes, fives, and eights.  The Lady said it was more complicated than that.  She explained that there were lots more Fibonacci numbers than these six.  Oh.  I couldn’t figure out any more because I only have eight claws to help me count. She then said it isn’t so much about the actual numbers but the ratio between the numbers.

I really didn’t want to hear about all of this stuff.  I am just a little furry blue and orange monster with eight claws and who that likes to collect t-shirts, not one who wants to hear about strange Italian numbers.  And I don’t want a t-shirt with these fibbing gnocchi numbers on it!

The Lady went on talking about her ratios, and lines, and geometry, and Mr. Pizza who discovered the numbers even though they were named after Fibbing Gnocchi Mr.  Fibinacci, and fee-fi-fo-fum.  I was completely lost and still had no idea what we were supposed to take a picture of.

The Lady finally realized that I was a very confused little monster and explained that a ratio is a spwecial number that shows a relationship between two things.  In the case of these numbers she was looking for, that relationship was easier to see than to understand by just talking about the numbers.  She showed the ratio to me on a shell and on a tree and in lots of different kinds of flowers.  Now things were more interesting.  Mr. Guy showed me how easy it was to see in the petals of a rose.  In the middle, the petals were close together and as they moved away from the center, they got further and further apart.  She said that if we measured, the ratios between adjacent petals would all be the same.  I now sort of understood.

The Lady also said that Mr. Guy’s index finger has Fibinacci numbers.  Each of the digits in his finger, all the way down to his wrist, is made up of the fee-fi-fo-fum number.  That was kind of interesting.  I don’t have fee-fi-fo-fum fingers.  Actually I don’t have any fingers; I have claws and they don’t have any digits so they can’t have Fibonacci ratio digits.  That’s OK.  Because Mr. Guy showed me with the flower and then his finger, I think I now understand, a little, about all of these confusing Italian numbers!

I think I’d rather know about pizza and gnocchi!

 

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May 14 – A Very Strange Week

You may have noticed that I disappeared for a week.  This was not my plan and it was not my fault!  The Lady, Mr. Guy and I were on a roll…not like a cinnamon roll.  We weren’t covered in icing!  It was more like the roll of a roller coaster.   We were going fast and having lots of fun and then all of the sudden, the ride stopped.  I didn’t make it stop.  The Lady didn’t make it stop.  Mr. Guy didn’t make it stop.  Facebook made it stop!

It is the craziest thing!

A week ago, The Lady and I wrote our post together and she tried to share the link to it on Facebook.  (She has to do that because I am not old enough to be on Facebook all by myself.)  When she posted it, Facebook said, “Nope!”  They told her we were violating Community Standards.  I asked the Lady what that meant and she said that she had no idea.  She and Mr. Guy read some stuff on the Internet that sort of explained what that meant, but they said that what they saw didn’t make any sense in our case.  Mr. Guy said that someone somewhwere must not like what I write and told Facebook that I am spam so they won’t let me share my stories anymore.

Mr. Guy sent lots and lots of messages to Facebook hoping they would tell him exactly what the problem was.  They never answered him.  I think that is rude.  I know there is lots and lots of mean stuff that peopole say on Facebook and rude stuff and stuff that little blue and orange furry monsters shouldn’t see.  Facebook doesn’t make them go away.  I don’t undestand why they don’t like me, why they made me go away.  This whole situation makes me so sad.  I haven’t wanted to write anything.  I was afraid that I might say something that wasn’t nice, something that little monsters shouldn’t say.  So I decided to say nothing for awhile.

After doing more research, Mr. Guy said that he doesn’t think that Facebook dislikes me.  He thinks they don’t like the people who hosted my blog.  So, he found a new host for my blog!  He moved all my stuff.  Mr. Guy said some of it looks funny, but it is the best he can do right now.  He’ll keep working on it.  If you are reading this from a link on Facebook, the what he did worked!

I have tried to be kind and not be super mad at Facebook, but this has been really hard for this little monster.  Fortunately, last week when we shopping at the red store with the white circles, I got this new shirt that I am wearing today.  This is an important message for me right now!  I wish I could givre Facebook one of these shirts too!  I don’t think that they are radiating kindness at all.  I also don’t think the red store with the white circles makes a shirt big enough to fit great big Facebook!

On a happier note, last week when I couldn’t talk to any of you, Offspring No. 2 got a little monster of her very own.

He is not furry and blue and orange, but he is little.  The Lady said he is big for a baby monster, but he is a lot smaller than me.  I was going to share my shirts with him, but The Lady said they would be way too big for a couple of years, until this little monster grows.  That’s OK.  Offspring No. 2’s monster doesn’t know about mean people yet, so he doesn’t need a “Radiate Kindness” shirt.  If he needs it when he is bigger, I will be happy to share with him!

The store where Offspring No. 2 got her little monster was great big, much bigger than the store where Mr. Guy and The Lady got me.  This new monster store even had it’s own elevator!  To me, this store seemed more like a hotel!  Offspring No. 2 and Her Guy had to eat and sleep at the store for three days before they could buy their little monster and take him home.  Maybe they wanted to make sure that they didn’t buy a monster that would snore or walk in his sleep or eat all of Offspring No. 2’s peanut butter cookies!  I guess it all worked out and they are going to keep this little monster because they took him home to their house.  Offspring No. 2 said I can come visit him anytime!  I am excited about that!  I’ll be glad when he is big enough for me to share my shirts and play with him!

Today, our celebration flowers bloomed!  I call them celebration flowers because they look like they have party lights or Christmas lights in them.

Do you think the middle looks light a Christmas light?

Some of the flowers also look like they have confetti in them.

I’m so happy that our celebration flowers bloomed today.  We are celebrating the new monster in our family, Mr. Guy getting me a new blog; and, we are celebrating kindness!

Even when it’s hard, I hope that you, like this little blue and orange furry monster, will try to radiate kindness.  It really does make everything better!

Thank you for reading!

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