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.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

I (Heart) Onion Rings

Well, I really don't love Onion Rings. But, I did get an order at Sonic the other day. When I reached in the bag - I pulled out this heart shaped Onion Ring. I thought it was funny and went along with my I (Heart) Nature Picture from awhile back.

1 comment:

  1. I don't know if you believe in "the other side" sending messages, but I do. That is two hearts in a short time, so I wonder if a message is being sent to you. I have always been told when you find a penny on the ground, that someone in heaven is thinking of you.


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