Monkey Butts

I got these photos from my friend Lynn, who took them at the zoo last week.

Lynn is funny. She & I met at Missouri Southern State my first semester there.

Our first conversation was about poop... it's no wonder if you know either of us, that upon hearing that topic, we knew we'd be good friends.

She lives in Texas now with her hubby & cute boy & we've managed to keep in touch for over 10 years now. I was delighted to see these disgusted photos on her Instant Messager & immediately asked her to send so I could share with you....

Aren't you glad??

The good thing about monkeys?

They just don't care. They have a neurotic, retentive need to pick bugs off each other...and they don't care who's watching. This picking is their nature & I'd imagine that when God made them with this habit, He did so under the pretense that they wouldn't be stuck behind a pin or sheet of glass with humans watching their hiney-picking.

Well, I guess He knew that'd be happening, being He made the universe, knows the future, and all that other omniscient stuff.

Anyway, these primates are kinda cool like that if you ask me. Not the bobo-scratching stuff (well, maybe that too), but the ability to keep doing what they're supposed to, despite the fact that people are watching in disgust (or in my case, delight) at what they're doing.

Everyday, everywhere, people are worried about what other people think. Individuals feel the need to do or not do according to what a family member, a friend, or even a stranger, thinks they should be doing (or not doing)...

I'm pretty sure there's only one person we should worry about pleasing.

It's not the group of people watching us from the other side of the zoo glass.

Now you know how I love my hot hubby & my kids (so cute they could win a contest)... and you're wondering why they wouldn't be grouped into the ONE I should please. But the truth is, that all falls under the 'God umbrella', in that if I'm working on pleasing Him, I'm most likely pleasing them. Since the bible is full of stuff like, taking care of your kids, respecting your husband, etc.

I'm glad... that the person I was made to worship (the being rather), cares about all that stuff.

Remember that, the next time you see a baboon inspecting the hemorrhoids of another baboon.

And only I could somehow turn monkey butts into talking about God.