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.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

I went out of town to a wedding this weekend, so I didn't have much time for deal hunting. We did score two great meals for free between the rehearsal and the wedding. And awesome cake and a bottle of champagne. Does that count? ;o)

I did get a good deal on my Grandmother's Christmas gift the other day. She is still living in the VCR age. I found a DVD player on sale for $39.99 with a $20.00 rebate so that brought it down to $19.99. I paid for it with a $20.00 gift certifvcate that I had earned by making prioir purchases at Amazon. So,in the end, I will have made a 1¢ profit on the DVD player. Now, to find some cheap movies!

I intend to hit a few thrift stores in the next few days, so maybe I'll have some deals to blog about.
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