Why Monkey?

When I began this adventure in writing I did not sit down and ponder the perfect website name or address that would guarantee my blog would pop up to the top of the list for those searching for stunning reading material.

I went with my gut and monkey was in it . (more on that later )

After my first post I decided to “Google” myself ..The dreaded self-love or loathing in some cases needed satisfaction. I was nowhere to be found,probably lost deep in the unending list of blogs with monkey music in the names. I know who thought it would be a thing ??but it is.

I decided to take a creative angle in explaining the name.

I search the dictionary for the two words ,monkey has a few definitions and I decided to completely stay away from any definition that includes the words primate or control. Leaning more towards a mischievous person according to Oxford dictionaries online! For Muse I selected the noun version as it includes the word goddess in the definition and that in itself is too good to pass up. It also allows me to choose my goddess so I chose Euterpe, the music muse or as Wikipedia says “Giver of delight”. I guess that makes me a mischievous goddess of delight or for those that love acronyms MGD. (for children of the seventies also an acronym for a popular beer of the time).

The logical version is this, someone I love and respect used to call me “monkey”in the beginning. I am uncertain why, but I took a liking to the term of endearment. Perhaps it meant I was playful and mischievous or maybe because I was encroaching into his space,not sure and I’m not going to delve any further.  He’s always encouraged everything I’ve wanted to try or do and so when it came to taking the step to write my blog my gut said monkey musings and it became a thing.

You decide which version appeals to you and spread the meaning throughout the land or at least tell your friends!

Until next time,



A new thing

This is my blog.. my dream.. to write.. my new thing. It is an exercise in creativity. It’s all an adventure. You never know what I will write about, it’s whatever is flowing through my veins that day. It might not be grammatically correct …a warning to the grammar police, have your tazer ready. It’s just a bit exciting and kind of therapy.. for me.. I will try to write and post and not reread and revise. I have always felt that whatever comes out is how it is supposed to be..so  buckle up and ride along with me and my life.

Today’s Blog is dedicated to my Dad, he passed away a year ago today and while I do miss him, I am not sad. He had a great run. My Dad was named Robert Dean  and he was born in Indianola, IA not far from where I currently reside. He was one of 13 children born to Ralph and Jessie and of those he was #13. Bobby as they called him. He was a character, quirky and odd ( aren’t we all in some way?) He wasn’t a college graduate, didn’t amass wealth at least not the conventional way but he made his way in life. I spent some days talking to my Dad before he died, something I had not been very good about in my adult life, but they were good talks. We didn’t uncover any secrets or earth shattering events, just chatted, like old friends. During that last 5 months it was hard to watch his body give up while his brain kept working. What could I say about my Dad, he was well read and devoured books, magazines, newspapers throughout his life, he took a Bonanza Bill puzzle with him to the hereafter courtesy of my step sister Mary Eileen. he passed that love of books onto my sister Heather.. She is never without one and made books her career and passion. 

He was a trivia lover (we all have that gene of useless information).  Loved the Cubs, the Bears and his Hawkeyes. He was simple man and lived a simple life, and I miss him. This is one of the last pictures of my Dad with my daughters Chelsea and Abbey and my son in law Jose, my granddaughter Arianna, and grandsons Phoenix and Emerson and my step-mom Barbara.. and while imperfect in some eyes, it’s perfect in mine.