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, September 05, 2006

Crikey! Crocs Rule!

Our family was saddened to hear of the untimely death of Steve Irwin. If you have kids under 12 then you know how important Steve Irwin was to kids. My son loved his shows ans loved Steve. For his 7th birthday party we did the whole "Crocodile Hunter" theme. The kids wore safari helmets and DS wore his khaki Steve Irwin outfit. The kids hunted plastic cros I had hidden in the creek, eggs full of rubber snakes hidden in the brush and once they got to looking around - they spotted lots of rubber snakes dangling in the trees for them to coax down. The kids had an absolute ball.

It's odd, I really never think about Steve Irwin or his family, but since I heard the news yesterday, I can't get his face out of my head or stop thinking about his family. He was so full of life. He will surely be missed by everyone. Crikey!

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