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, May 09, 2009

Mumsie's Day

Happy Mother's Day
to all my
friends, family, fellow bloggers

I have a lot of lovely professional photos of my Mom.

But, I don't like them.

I prefer shots like this.

And this one. It's a classic.

This is my personal fave. I scared the bajezesus out of her when I took this one.

Her latest photo taken Thursday. I warned her that she would be sorry.

Happpy Mother's Day Mumsie. You are the best Mumsie ever so thank you for being MINE!


  1. Toooo cute...love the pics!

    Hope you had a great Mother's Day!



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