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, March 07, 2008

Beans and Cornbread

*Beans and Cornbread.
That's what we say at my house when you want to say an expletive, but know you shouldn't.

The Bean Takes A Bath - 2004.

The Bean is at a party. A real party. With girls. Until 10:00. PM!. And, I am home. Beanless. With a sleeping husband in the other room and no one else in the house. Usually at this time of night, The Bean plays his Nintendo DS or watches "Good Eats and "Unwrapped" (He's a foodie, I tell ya) while the husband is in bed asleep and I update my blog or read my boards or troll the Internet looking for deals.

A Backseat Bean - 2005.

But, tonight is different. There is no Bean in the house. And, that is fine, he is having fun and being with his friends, which he has been in short supply of since it all went down at school. This is the group of his very best friends and I am so thankful that he was included in the party planning.

A Horrified Bean- 2005.

But, if gives me a peek into the future. The future without Bean. The future with him as a teen and better things to do than play Scrabble with Mom on Friday night. (I cannot imagine what could be more fun than that). The future of me thrifitng and saling without The Bean by my side.

Last Day of School Bean - Take Me With You, Mom! 2005.

A peek that tells me that I better get myself a life one of these days before I have way too much time on my hands. I can only watch the husband snore on the couch for so long before I snap.


At least the cat gives me a chuckle.


  1. These are great and hilarious pictures. So glad you shared them!

    My baby is too young to really hang with at night, but I do know the companionship of the daytime.

  2. Makes ya want to drop something in his open mouth. So did you?

    Love the posing cat.

  3. Oh Sharra, I feel for you girl! It's right around the corner for me, you still have a few years before the Bean's world expands. Hang in there, we'll get through it! But I think you're right, we do need to start developing our own lives soon. Sigh.

  4. Hmmm... maybe we should open a chain of All-Night Thrifts.... that would occupy the time ;-)

    Your cat is just Way Cool!!

  5. I remember going through the same feelings when my kids were the same age as Bean. It passes some when you see how well they're developing into young adults and you know that you had just a little bit to do with that development. : ) Soon you'll be sitting back and enjoying all the antics! Oh, and he'll still go thrifting with you! My dd still goes with me and she's 22 years old! : ) Take care!


  6. LOL what great pictures! You have a wonderful family. And I think, that even though The Bean will venture out more as he grows up he'll probably still want to hang out with dear old Mom once in awhile. :)


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