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.

Friday, June 15, 2007


Thank you to everyone for the kind words about the Harp Family. The family has set up a blog so I will be able to keep better track of their progress now instead of wondering what is happening. Thank you again for including them in your prayers.
I am always posting my yard sale scores on here and everyone seems to think I am a sure fire fantastic yard sale buyer-upper. Well, just so you know that the Garage Sale Gods are not always smiling on me, I present to you today's Church Sale Finds. First of all, I didn't even know about this sale or I would have gotten there earlier. Or, at least, I would have attempted to get there earlier. We had a power outage in the entire town this morning. Luckily, I had just gotten the coffee made or I would have been one cranky girl today. So, we were already running late due to the lack of electrical beauty appliances - hot curlers, curling iron and light up mirror - in the first place, plus I didn't have time to get DS something to eat, so we headed up the road to McDonald's only to discover that it along with Sonic were still dark and without power. That's when I spotted the Church Sale and whipped the car in the parking lot.

They didn't have a huge amount of stuff, but I picked up several items. I was excited to find some of the JAPAN stacking flower cups that I have seen on other blogs. I gathered them up willy nilly from several different tables in different locations, threw in a sweet birdy pitcher made out of heavy crockery and a pair of Pyrex Salt and Pepper Shakers in the original package price marked 99¢. All of these items were 25¢ each.

When I got the cups home, I looked at them. Hurumph. I thought I had a matching set of four of the red and orange flowery ones, but that fourth one doesn't match. The blue, green and yellow ones are all different, the purply-pink one doesn't have a partner at all, two of them have chips on the lip and one has a cracked handle. Dagnabit. Oh well, I'll sort out the losers and save the rest.

Then I look at the Pyrex S&P's and discover that one of the lids is cracked. Bummer. Oh, but the cute birdie pitcher is so cute and fantastic and I love it and, What the hell, it has a big chip on the spout. And, I didn't take a picture of it, but I bought a cool red plastic 1950's Cooky Press in the box and, you guessed it, the end of it was broken. Come ON! I guess I am only out $2.75 or less, but what a disappointment.

On a happier note, I bought a bag of potatoes today and lookeeee who was at the bottom of the bag!

I saw an old friend/sorta boyfriend today. I didn't approach him, I hid behind a rack of chips at Walgreen's peeking out between bags, trying to see if he had gotten old and fat or perhaps bald, but he hadn't. Darn it. In high school he told me that he loved me and worte it in my yearbook too. But, we weren't even dating. Odd, yes? We went out on a date a few years after high school and he seemed to think that since we had known each other so long already that I should be willing to go further than I was willing to go on the first date. (Ya' getting my drift here?) He left in a huff and never really spoke to me again even though we still saw each other frequently. He was my friend and my skating buddy and my "carry my books to class" guy for a long time and he did my ego good because he always liked me and flirted with me and made me feel special. And, no, I didn't lead him on or anything, he just did all that stuff like a gawky high school guy does and I let him like a gawky high school girl does. Actually, this all started in Junio High and carried on through High School. But, that one stupid ending to our so called "date" ruined every good memory I ever had. And now I find myself, twenty years later hiding behind chips at Walgreen's for God's sake, sneaking a peek at him, hoping he didn't see me. How can a grown woman be zapped back to her teenage years so fast? I am an adult, marreid with a child. Not a high school girl. Not a college girl. I am an ADULT.

It's not like I'm drawing faces on potatoes or anything.


  1. Those are probably the cutest Japanese stacking mugs I've seen yet! Bummer about the chips, though. I hate it when I get so caught up in the thrill of a find that I overlook flaws. I do it too often--I need to slow down and be more careful!

  2. The mugs are great! I think it's cute that are mis matched. :)

    And ha ha bout hiding behind the chips. Um, been there, done that. Sigh . . .

  3. I did the exact same thing when I saw the "love of my life" 20 years later! : ) Only I was a bank teller and he was my customer!!! I couldn't very well hide! VERY awkward!
    Really like the cute mugs! And I NEVER find funny little potato men in the bottom of my bags of potatoes! No fair!!! :)


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