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, September 25, 2010

A picture is worth...nada

Grrrr.  I wanted to do a post chock full of phots.  But, Blogger has decided to change the format once again and I cannot get any photos to load.  I do so hate change!!!

Maybe tomorrow I can show you my day of football, the Goodyear blimp, free picking at the apple orchard, a bride and groom, a giant Ronald McDonald and my first Geocache.

Maybe not!  Only Blogger knows!
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2 comments:

  1. Linda @ A La Carte1:37 PM

    I had to figure out how to do the photos myself last night. Not hard but hate how they change it and you have to just work and work until you can finally go awwww that's it. Good luck!

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  2. Nogrinnin10:22 PM

    Argh yeah I feel you pain!!!

    Finally figured out the new Blogger deelio but still struggling with my camera / computer combo - no I do not like change either - Blogger had it set up so easy before, why go change on us?! why? why?

    arg arg arg

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