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.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Snow, Sicky, School & Sweetness

DH got up to leave at the unholy hour of 1:30 am and came in to announce that it had snowed. By the time I got up this morning, it had snowed about 1.5 - 2 inches. I flipped on the TV and every single school in the surrounding area was closed - except, you guessed it - ours. So, I got DS up and he was still croupy and hacky and complaining of a sore throat. I decided it was not worth getting him up and out and about in a 12 degree snowshower. However, I had that d@mn Hospitality thing to take care of today. I got him schduled to see the doctor at 10:15 so we hightailed it out of here to go pick up my 12 feet of submarine sandwiches beforehand. The doctor gavehim another prescription for a stronger antibiotic, cough syrup and ended up doing a MONO test, which scared me until we got the results (negative) then I found it pretty funny that my 11 year old was tested for mono!

On to the school to set up the lunch. I had two people help me and that was very, very nice. I set up this table at the Middle School and one at the High School. I usually set it up much fancier, but after the snow, a sick kid and a migraine that was working it's way through my skull, this was as good as it got. The teacher's were still impressed and enjoyed it.

I must share this fabulous gift from my Mom. I am in love with her. So much, in fact, that with this mornings snow I dcided she MUST be cold and put her in a little folded swatch of wool felt to keep her warm.
Seriously, have you EVER seen anything so cute in your entire life?
It just makes me happy holding her in my hand.

Thank you Mumsie!

She fits right in the palm of my hand.

1 comment:

  1. Does baby have a name, and where did she come from? When I first saw her, I thought maybe from a birthing class to show the developmental stages. Sweet!


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