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.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Things I Learned While Snowed In

1.  Don't get nostalgic about your teen years and attempt to Facebook that boy from high school that absolutley turned you knees to jelly when you saw him walk down the hall because maybe, just maybe now he has a bit of a potbelly and a receeding hairline and now you cannot get that image out of your head instead of the jelly knee image that you have had for 25 years.  I loved that boy.

2.  Don't go through boxes of old photos and find photos of you and your not-yet husband back when you were absoluely can't keep your hands off each other crazy about one another and you thought he was the sweetest cutest thing ev-uh, only to turn around and see him in his "I've been home for days" sweatpants, ratty "lucky" Razorback t-shirt, slippers and stick-up hair that hasn't been combed in days, because then you still have the moony-eyed love-struck cutie-pie image in your head but the actual "Holy Hell What Happened to Him" actuality staring you in the face.  (Yea, I know, I'm no beauty queen around the house either.)

3.  Do dig deep in your pile of stuff and start listng on etsy and donating the rest.  You might be surprised to find some really good crap in there!  Carp you forgot you had!  Crap you never remember buying!  Crap you've never seen.  It's like hitting a really good yard sale.  In your own house!  For freeeeee!


  1. I love the Facebook don't do! LOL so funny and sooooo true!!

  2. Great advice! Are you still snowed in? We are! No school tomorrow either. I'm ready to be home alone!

  3. you are too freaking funny!!

  4. Words to live by folks!

  5. Yeah, you really can't go back, can you? Things start to sag, and you're just really not the person you were in high school! I take it your husband doesn't read you blog, right?!

  6. So true I haven't looked for my high school guy and I'm really afraid to. And lets talk about beauty queens at home. I just got a look in the mirror horizontal strips on the shirt but vertical stripes on the pants.

  7. For the record - that's me and the Breadman. Not the high school guy.

  8. Oh goodness you make me laugh out loud! There are many a days like that and the hubby around here, especially since part of the time he works from home. Yikes!!! Hopefully you will see even a glimpse of sunshine soon.

  9. thanks much for the sage advice, shara:) hee. how do you think us folks who are snowed in for years at a time stay sane??? (we don't)



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