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.

Monday, April 19, 2010

{Crickets Chirping}

It's going to be quiet around here for a bit.  My Grandmother is going home from the Rehab Hospital tomorrow.  I have been at her house the past week working like.a.dog.  So much to do, but it's all done.  And, so am I.  But, we have to get her home and see what happens and how it goes. 

I really need a trip to the thrift.  Or a good digger sale.  Or a 10 pound Whitman's sampler all to myself.  or a good cry.  Or something.  The stress is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

Oh well.  What are you going to do?  Right?

This post needs a photo - let's see what I can come up with:

Here's the sign above my shower.  And, that's where I am heading. 

See you when I see you!

*And, to my Eggstra Egg Swappers -  Elaine got her box.  And, she loved it!  Thanks again!


  1. Your grandma is lucky to have you helping her! Love the grape sign in your bathroom!~~~XXOO, Beth

  2. Hey Shara! There's a special place in heaven for good granddaughters like you. Wanted to let you know the planter arrived safe and sound and I love it. Looks great with all the other green planters in the shed! Thanks, Chris

  3. Hang in there, kitten. Your grandma is probably saying prayers every night that she has you to help her. :) Enjoy your shower and if you need anything you let me know, okay?

  4. You're gonna be blessed a thousand times over, for being such an amazing granddaughter Shara! Thank goodness she has you. I know the time is coming where my Mom is going to need alot more help, and I'm not looking forward to it. It's the emotional part that's the most exhausting, isn't it? So much harder than any physical labor. Just hang in there, girl!

  5. Sorry, to hear about your stressin'. I tend to be stresser myself. 'Bout the best advice I can give (not that you're askin' for it) is take it one day at a time. You can only do so much in a day.

    I hope things turn around soon!


  6. I know the whole story, and remember I am just a phone call away if you need to vent.

    Keep your chin up sunshine.


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