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.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Luck O'The Irish


An Old Irish Blessing
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!


*Come back tomorrow. I'm having an online yard sale! (And an actual yard sale this wekend. Yikes.)
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2 comments:

  1. svelteSTUFF5:35 AM

    Okay, I'm here... where's the yard sale? Does this mean that I am first in line?!?!?!?

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  2. oliveoyl648:38 AM

    We're patiently waiting. Svelte, do you need to go to the bathroom? I'll hold your place in line...or NOT!

    I need to run to Walmart, but I waaaannnnnaaaaa seeeee.

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