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.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

I Am Soooo Ready For Next Week

I believe I mentioned that I had plans to work The Breadman like a Pack Mule this week since he was on vacation. Hmmm.....Let's see how that is going, okay?

Sunday, he returns from Dallas from seeing the Arkansas Razorbacks play in the new Dallas Cowboy Stadium. He unpacks, fills the laundry basket with dirty clothes, hands me my broken digital camera (that he dropped from the second story balcony), sits on the couch and falls asleep. Day One: Down the tubes.

*Two sweet hankies, one from Alaska - each 50¢. Cute vintage-y girl - 25¢.

Monday: I get up early to do my usual chores so that we have the rest of the day to get crackin' on my Honey-Do list. About noon I walk out into the driveway and open the garage door to start unloading it to make several trips to the Salvation Army with donations. About noon o' five - The Breadman rubs his stomach and announces, "My stomach hurts." Ten minutes later, vommitting ensues. Ten minutes after that, he is in bed for the rest of the day. Day two: Down the tubes (Although I did get a lot of sorting and cleaning done - just no help).

*Set of kitschy plates - must research. Cucumbers and mushrooms - 25¢.


Tuesday: The Breadman arises, feeling better, but it is cold and rainy - no day to work in the garage or the shed. We do make it to The Super Cheap Thrift to donate what I culled out on Monday. (Meager finds sprinkled throughout post.) With promises of a meal at TGIFriday's, I lure the boys into town and a stop at Hobby Lobby where I buy a completely fantastic Halloween decoration that I am crazy about. He continue on to TGIFriday's where I present my FREE Jack Daniels Chicken Sandwich coupon for becoming Woody's Friend on Facebook. Not only is it happily accepted, but the manager comes over to specially THANK ME for using the coupon. The Bean can't find anything that appeals to him on the menu, so the waitress and the cook prepare him Fettucini Alfredo with Blackened Chicken which is not even on the menu and he devours it. Great service at TGIF's! Day Two: No work done at home, but fun out in the real world.

Crudite plate - radishes, carrot sticks and caulifloer - 25¢.

Wednesday: We meet my Mom and Grandmother to help my Grandmother purchase a new refrigerator. She is an exasperating woman and produces a full on migraine - for me, my Mom and The Bean. Day three: No work done at home, stressful day out in the real world.

*Green Olives and Cherry Tomato Plate - 25¢.

Thursday: I work really hard in the garage, despite another rainy day. I get a lot of organizing and culling out done. The Bean has a stomach ache, so he reads most of the day, trying not to vomit. Apparently, today is National "Sit in your chair, listen to the sports radio station and fall half asleep most of the day" Day. Applicable only to Breadmen. Who knew? Day Four: I got a lot of work done. Anger is a great motivator, eh?

Friday: Who knows? 100 percent chance of heavy rain all day.

Saturday: Hurrah! The first sunny bee-u-tiful day in the entire week forecast. Yea! We can work in the shed, or do something fun as a family. No! Wait! There's another Razorback Game. Oye. An all day affair.

Week is GONE. Bah humbug!

*Yes, yes, I know. He works hard, it's his vacation, he deserves time off, he was sick on Monday, he needed to rest, he is a good provider, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Whatever.
P.S. If you are related to me and you are reading this: Do not tell The Breadman about this post, please. Thank you kindly!

7 comments:

  1. Hey Shara Tiara!!! We have always known you are no ordinary princess!! How cool {previous post} is that? Whaeb Hallmark comes out w/ my book it'll probably be called Elaine, The Pain...or The Rain in Spain falls Mainly on Elaine...ok I'll stop now! You have the patience of a saint...re: sick Breadman...and how come when they're busy, tired, not feeling well etc the whole day comes to a screeching halt...except, of course, for Mom, or wife, or employee who continues to do it all??? I don't get it...but I guess that's the way of the world! Happy Friday Shara Tiara...I know we'll get much mileage out of this name! :o} *e*

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  2. Me again...'when' will I ever learn to check my spelling...or should I say "whaeb"??? *e*

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  3. You are preaching to the choir sister! When did my HandsomeHusband and your Breadman become twins? Here's to a productive Saturday to you and yours!

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  4. Hey, I get my husband for TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS at a time (then he's gone back offshore for 28 days) and he NEVER gets everything done that I need him to do. He has this List, you see, that magically rearranges itself just as MY stuff is getting to the top . . .

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  5. We've had the stomach bug this week as well. It's going around and around and around, but it isn't fun. Hope you don't get it! Sorry your two men have had it.

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  6. Same here this week minus the vomit! Hubby off all week and NOTHING done around here! Sooooo exasperating!

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  7. Anonymous10:12 AM

    Men, can't live with 'em and can't live with 'em. I totally get ya. DH is upstairs with the sniffles today; meanwhile I have already been to the grocery and am on the 3rd load of laundry (oh yeah,I work full time outside the home too).

    Pat from YSQ, veteran of 31 years of wedded bliss

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