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, August 28, 2006

I've Got the Blah's.....

I haven't got any energy and I don't feel like doing anything. All summer long I heard msyelf say, "When school starts, I'll yadda-yadda-yadda". Well, school started a week ago and I haven't done yadda!

I have spent far too much time on the computer looking at other blogs. I am intrigued by all of them. Everyone has such a passion. It's funny - when you pass someone in the aisle at the grocery store, you wouldn't dream they had a passion for something so strong that they had to write about it an dream about it. I love thrift stores and yard sales and really thought that it was something that I did for fun. But, now I find there is a whole bunch of folks out in Blogland that love them too. And they are obsesed like ME! I am NOT alone!

So, if it's not bad enough that I go saling and thrifting - now I have to photograph it, write about it and BLOG it too! As long as I keep up with the laundry and have a hot meal ready...maybe DH will never notice!

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