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, June 13, 2009

Poor Pitiful Me

I'm sick. The puking kind of sick. I know that no one likes to puke, but I hate it. Hate it. I threw up so hard last night that I blew out the capillaries around both of my eyes and on my forehead. I am lookin' gooooood.

But, I'm not here to complain about that. I am here to ask a question.
Why don't husbands care that you care sick?

Why do they expect dinner to be ready and the clothes to be washed and the floors to be swept? Why, oh why, don't they HELP ME WHEN IT IS CLEARLY OBVIOUS THAT I AM IN NO CONDITION TO COOK OR DO LAUNDRY. In fact, I shouldn't even be handling food when I am sick. That is just asking for a household full of pukesters. And, I do not need that.
The Bean is a jewel. Taking care of me hand and foot, worried about me, wiping my brow, bringing me Sprite. I raised that boy right. When his wife is sick. I know he will care.
Poor pitiful me.
I'll be back with stories of a Church Sale and an Illusionist. Puking doesn't keep me home....


  1. Feel better! So sweet of the bean!

  2. I'm sure your husband feels sorry for you, but being a man, they feel MORE sorry for themselves because now the person that takes care of their every want and need may not be able to fulfill her obligations. So they just ignore the fact that you're sick. Plus men are useless around puke--even men who can deal with baby poo just can't handle grown-up puke. And don't get me started about when THEY'RE sick . . .

  3. We have always said we were going to raise our boys to be great men.

    Tell Breadman I am going to drive up there and poke him in the eye with a stick if he doesn't take care of my bud. Big doodie head!!!

  4. And that is exactly the reason why I'm thankful I don't get sick often! Although I will admit that DH is pretty sweet about not expecting me to be the Happy Homemaker when I'm feeling like doody. :) You've certainly got The Bean on the right track--good for both of you!

    Hope you feel better soon!

  5. It's just not in their genetic makeup--they need to be taught, and at a young age! You're bringing The Bean up right, so he's going to make some woman very happy! Can't wait to see the treasures that you didn't puke on!

  6. Oh no! It must be going around again. DH and I both had it earlier this year. It was bad. Soooooo bad. At one point hubs had a meeting and I was freezing on the couch the entire time he was gone because I didn't have the ability to walk into the other room to get socks. He came home and put socks on my feet. He didn't just do it, I had to ask, but he does what he's asked, and that's good enough.

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  8. Hope you feel better soon. There is nothing quite like a stomach virus to knock the wind out of your sails.

  9. OH! Puking is the worst... 'specially when it's NOT the result of a good evening the night before (ie: the tequilla kind!!) !! Take care of yourself - and don't let the Creepy guy catch it, 'cause they're even worse when THEY are sick!!

  10. Hope you are on the mend and feeling better. Tell the bean he is a sweetheart and I hope no one else gets it.

  11. Ah men...ya can't live with 'em and ya can't beat 'em with a club. *sigh* Mine just pretty much ignores me when I'm sick. The Bean is the cats meow! He's a good boy and you should be very proud!

  12. Are you okay??? Send us some signal to let us know you're still 'kicking'!!! We miss you!


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