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.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Pretty Photos and A Story At The End

Here the photos that I took on the day now know as "The Day I Thought I Lost My Phone". They are completely out of order, but I have a splitting headache, so that is how they will remain for today. If you want to know why I have a splitting headache - read to the end of the post for another "Damn, I'm Dumb" story. The waterfall under the bridge on the Walking Trail. We've had an unusual amount of rain lately, so that is why the water is a murky green color.
This was in the lake. I don't really know what it is for - part of the damn or a lookout tower for the Loch Ness Monster, you decide. I just love old no longer useful, rusty buildings.

Thee are about 298,876,435,564,280 rocks at the lake, but I stopped at this rock to look at it when I saw that lizard peeking up at me. If I would have happened to have actually picked up the darn thing, I would have rolled head over heels into the lake below, never to have been seen again.

That tower is smaller than it looks it the first photo, doesn't it?!? Oh, we are a clever duo, The Bean and I. We had recently discussed people "holding" the Eiffel Tower in photos, so we decided to give it a try. Except for his bottom thumb, we did a pretty good job. Better luck next time!

Check out the lizard. HE was HUGE! Okay, maybe not, but if he would have darted into my hair or down my bosom, Lord help me and that poor little lizard.
Artsy shot of the old tower on the left of the lake Now wait, I am going to get really clever and do something very artsy. Ready?
Artsy photo of the old tower on the left of the Lake. I really should have a job with National Geographic.
Another shot of the waterfall. It really was cool and pretty up there, but in this photo that green water looks a bit less than delightful. This lookout spot is a good 100 feet in the air. Sort of freaky to see your kid just levitating there above the falls.
Shot of the waterfall as we were leaving and heading back to the car.
Today when we got home from grocery shopping, I reached up above my head to grab the handle on the inside of the door on the back of the VUE to pull it closed. It has hydraulics, so at my 5'2" stance, I have to pull it down hard and fast to get it shut. Well, today, I grabbed it and pulled it down fast and very hard and promptly slammed it into the top of my head. WHAM. Hard. I said the "F" word quite loudly in front The Bean (he's heard it before) and a slew of neighbor kids that had run down to greet us, then I started laughing and then WHAM the pain hit and I started bawling. Dadgum that hurt. Now I have a big old goose egg on the side of my head. Several years ago I cracked my very own Mother in the head with the door. I've always felt perfectly awful for having done that, accidentally, of course, but now I feel even more guilty that I hurt her so badly because it really, really hurts. Really! Damn, I'm Dumb!


  1. Hopefully the swelling will be down on your head by tomorrow, so that your BIRTHDAY crown will fit!! ;-)

  2. Hey knot head, bet you won't do that again. I just got a free bottle of ibuprofen from CVS, want me to mail you some?

    My trunk lid does not have hydraulics and it randomly comes down on you. I was putting groceries in the other day and it shut on my back. I was half way in, so only my butt and legs were outside the trunk. It was not funny to me, but maybe it was to the passersby.

  3. I LOVE your junk. Also, enjoyed your "conversation." This is my first visit to your blog. I'll be back.



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