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.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

September 6, 2008

Breaking News:



Oh My!

Happy Birthday Bean!

Love, Mom!


  1. A teenager! Hapde Burfday to you!

  2. Happy Birthday and hope you enyoy all your teen years!

  3. Hey, 3 more years and he can drive.:)

    Happy birthday Bean!!!!!!

    Well, I'm sure The Bean is. Probably Mom & Dad, not so much so...

  5. Happy Birthday, young man!

  6. Happy Happy Birthday to you, Bean! I know you are a joy to your Mama. :) Hope your birthday is one to remember!


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