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.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

A New Blog Name

You might have noticed that I updated the name of my blog today. I seem to be talking more about myself and my lafe lately, but I will always talk about my bargains and any deals that I find!
Monday I got stuck outside the school in my car for over an hour during a horrible storm. They did a lock down and wouldn't let the kids OUT or the parents IN. Once we finally were reunited and started home, the streets were flooded and trees and limbs were down everywhere. We arrived home to a power outage and it didn't come on until 7:00 that night. This morning it was doing the same thing. We got ready and tried to go school. But, the street I live on was flooded, the highway was like a river and the lighening was cracking down everywhere. In the picture, you can't tell it, but there is a three foot ditch that runs between the sidewalk and the street. I just did not feel confident leaving him in those conditions. So, we came back home. I told him I wasn't sure if that make me a good Mother because I wouldn't leave him or a bad Mother because I didn't make him go to school. He said, "I think it makes you a GOOD Mom!" Of course, playing hookey makes anyone think their Mom is GREAT! Hopefully, he won't miss anything too important. I'll call a classmate later to see if they had any homework.


  1. Wow, we could sure a LITTLE of that rain in our area. We have gone 30 days with temps over 100 and NO rain in sight. I have tried watering my yard, but it is a mute point until we get some rain. Now I just try to keep the grass moist so if someone flicks a cig butt it won't go up like hay.

    Did they do the "lock down" b/c they feared tornadoes? You know I work for the schools and I have done my share of car rider duty. I have been out in the pouring rain and lightening walking children from the building to their car under an umbrella. I guess our schools don't want the little boogers any longer than they are required. I will have to put this question to some staff and see what their reactions are. Interesting!

  2. After I got home I watched the news and they had announced at 3:00 that the schools would not be releasing the students due to the possibility of tornadoes. Well, you have to be in line about 2:30, so that didn't do anyone much good! It was fine that they kept the kids - they were safe. I just kept imagining my car with me in it hurling over the football stadium! They should have unlocked the doors and let us in. But, they have a NO PARENT policy. Which I hate -since I have volunteered nearly 1,000 hours in the past five years.

  3. I service various campuses throughout our district and one of the elementaries was in "lock down" for something that was occuring in the neighborhood. I was not allowed in and I am STAFF.

    Several yrs. ago our h.s. had some gang problems brewing and the district took action immediately by hiring more off duty officers for that week. It was an uneasy time, but they made their presence known and nothing ended up happening, thank goodness.

    I would rather see them spend the money and take a pro-active stance instead of coulda-shoulda's later.


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