What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

It's about 10:08 on aturday, October 15th. Somewhere at a TV station in Chicago, Ill they are drawing the Powerball numbers. The powerball i s up to $300 million tonight. I have one number. One lucky number. I just have a feeling in the gut of my stomach.

If this is my last entry - then I MUST have won.

See you in Hawaii!
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