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.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Worth a Thousand Words

I am a month behind on decent photos for this blog. But, today I finally got my Memory Card downloaded to a Cd, so here we goooooooo. Photos are in random order because Blogger likes to switch the order of the photos as I post them and I am just too darned lazy to fix it all tonight. Forgive me?

A big rock thrown into the deep water which was actually only a few few from shore. We don't swim, so I don't know why we like to traipse around the edges of water so much.
The Bean posing for me the way I asked him to do. Stay tuned to see his version a bit down in this post.
"My building" as the family now calls it. I have so many photos of it, it is insane. But these are winter photos - see no leaves!
Since it was winter, we were able to see things and go places we hadn't been able to before due to the weeds and leaves and such. This it the bridge over the walking trail.
Some pretty berries growing along the way. I think this could be a calendar page. Listen to me, all braggy on the photos.

Ah, yes, here's The Bean's version of the photo above:

"My leg! My leg! I've lost my leg!" he said as I took the photo. Quite the comedian, eh?
After we had traversed the trail, gone off the beaten path for photos and walked along the shore of the lake - we spotted a freaking SCORPION on the blacktopped walking trail. God only knows what was lurking in the woods that we had been in. *Shudder*

Trick photography courtesy of The Bean.

Yes, another one. Sorry.

And, maybe, just one more. You don't mind, do you?

The sunrise one morning before Daylight Savings Time kicked in or went off or whichever it did last month. I get so confused. All I really know is that it gets dark during "Oprah". And,that sucks.

A stick in the sidewalk - in the shape of an "A". We found this as it was on a walk. Cool, huh?

A photo of me! What a treat. Me and The Bean on a lookout over the water.
My, The Bean is tall! Trick photography courtesy of Mom.
The Bean and Jack Hanna. He was super nice and I am so glad we were able to see him. He was at the local Arts Center,which is rather small and doesn't hold that many seats, so tickets are often $75.00 or so for events. Our tickets for Jack Hanna were $15.00 each and we were on the back row of the upper deck of the balcony. AKA The Cheap Seats.
What The Bean did to his hair for Halloween - bright glowing orange. And, it was incredibly hard and crunchy. I was afraid that his hair might break off or it might not wash out completely. Luckily it was back to normal the next day. Whew.
Our friend Oscar the Rooster up at Artist Point. We visited him this Spring and were able to pet him on his rooster head. He lives feet and I do mean feet from a major highway, but he stays out of the road and obeys the rules. He is one super cool rooster.
This is the view from Artist Point. That mountain range waaaay back there is miles and miles and miles away. You can see forever and see nothing but trees. Not one single house, highway or anything. Just trees. While we were there, a big rig came over the hill, quite fast and loud. Then, suddenly, the driver hit the brakes and came to a screeching halt. A young Hispanic man jumped out of the cab, ran over to the edge where I was standing and yelled, "BEE-U-Ti-Full!", snapped a few photos and went on his way. I was happy that he took the time to appreciate the beauty even though he was obviously working and rushed. I still wish I would have offered to take his photo.
Sadly, this is not how The Bean dressed up for Halloween, instead this is how he greeted me in the hallway one day out of the blue. Scared the bajeezus out of me.
Okay, that wasn't so bad, was it? Just a recap of the past month in photos. And not a thrifted item in them. Yea, me!
***Did anyone see the Space Station zoom across the sky this evening. It was awesome!


  1. When did the Bean grow up? He's a young man now, not a little boy. I guess we can't keep that from happening.

    I have seen the space station before, several months since I've seen it.

  2. Great photos, though I thought Id be seeing a real photo of you!
    We take it for granted here, we are surrounded by bush, I live in the Blue Mountains,Australia, bush galore.As beautiful as it is, it sometimes brings fires too.
    You are both very tricky with your photography!!LOL

  3. Anonymous8:01 PM

    Bean's looking good! So grown up. And, Ms. Shara, how come you don't swim? Afraid you will melt 'cause you're such a sweetie?
    I love the look of that lake ... my mutts would love to take a dip!!
    Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

  4. Anonymous8:01 PM

    p.s. == do you know what those berries are? I have a bush of 'em outside and haven't a clue!


I love my comments. I'd love to respond to everyone, but if you don't have an email address tied to your ID, please sign your name so I will know who you are! It makes it nice to know who is saying what. Now, leave a comment! Please? ;o)

I Can See You!

Look at my Visitors!

Fellow Junk Followers