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 26, 2009

Bikes, Blues & BBQ

I've spent the last three days going to a Biker Rally. Nearly 75,000 bikes in town this week. I'm certainly not a biker, but there is a lot of interesting things to see and do this week. So, we take full advantage of it. The Bean loves motorcycles and likes to look at the "cool" ones. With 75,000 bikes, there are a lot of "cool" ones. This is a family friendly biker rally - no gangs or trouble makers. As of last night there had only been three arrests due to Public Intoxication. So, it really is a safe atmosphere for a family.

"Where did we park?"

Many interesting people to watch. His Mohawk was attached to his helmet.

Yesterday we were able to ride on the train across town for a mere $1.00. We rode it twice just because we could! A biker dude in his leathers hung his head out the window of the train puking with motion sickness. All the other biker guys were heckling him. "Big bad biker, sick on the train...heeheehee..." We all laughed, but pretty quietly, because he did look like he could kick our ass.

On the train.

We had waited in line behind the soon to be puking bad boy biker. Luckily, we did to sit by him.

You see all these bikers and you wonder what professions they have and what their everyday life is really like. These guys were behind me for miles and I was privy to their conversations at each stoplight. The one on the left leaned over at over light and said, "Keep your eyes peeled for that cool antique bookstore I told you about." Ohhhh TOUGH GUYS.

I drove up the same packed with motorcycles street three times trying to get a photo of this mannequin. I have never, ever seen a mannequin like this.

Do you see the......uh.....well......the BOOBS on that mannequin? Holy Moley. They don't have those at the thrift store! I've never seen one like this anyway. And, apparently , neither had this guy!

We ate FREE ears of roasted corn courtesy of Progressive Insurance Company. Thanks Progressive!

We declined the Alligator on a Stick.

The Geiko Gecko riding shotgun!

Another fun weekend in Northwest Arkansas. What shall we do next weekend???


  1. HOOT....ers!! I was unaware that Mannequins could get implants! HAH! Thanks for the laughs early in the morning! Happy Sunday *elaine*

  2. Too bad you passed up the gator on a stick--it honestly tastes just like chicken as long as it's the tail. My husband LOOKS like a scarey biker and owns 2 Harleys and a chopper but always says he's NOT a biker but rather a "motorcycle enthusiast".

  3. I think one of my favorite parts of Fall is all of the Festivals and Annual Sales - Yeh, same thing every year, but I always HAVE to go! It's kind of a rite-of-passage.

  4. Oh man, I miss riding the motorcycle. Miss it so freaking much. I am sure some of those guys have hoity toity jobs, bikes are expensive! I used to ride with the director of a university. :-)

  5. Here's another story about a local (for me) endowed mannequin causing quite a stir. . . too funny.



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