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.

Friday, September 24, 2010

"We're #10! We're #10!"

Saturday is a huge game day here in Arkansas!  The Razorbacks take on the Alabama Tide!  CBS Game Day is going to be shot right up the street from my house!  The Good Year Blimp is in town!  I am using a lot of exclamation points because it is all very exciting!

If I gave one ding dang damn about football that is.  What a ginormous pain in the old rumpus - 80,000 people in town, hotels and restaurants are packed.  Traffic friggin' everywhere.  Every.single.car (except MINE) has assorted Razorback flags, magnets and pompoms all over it. 

Apparently this is one of the biggest games around here in a long time.  Two top ten teams playing for the first time in over five hundred years.  (I have no idea how long it is - I turn off the news as soon as the sports announcer shows up).  The Breadman announced very happily that the Razorbacks where "Number 10".  The Bean and I threw up our hands and yelled "We're Number 10!"  And then we laughed hysterically.  I do know that it is a big deal, it just sounded so funny to be excited over being "Number 10!"  We thought about buying ten foam fingers and fashioning a #10, but it proved to be cost prohibitive.  Plus, The Breadman so did not find it humorous. 

We did travel through campus to get to the airport to get a gander at the Good Year Blimp.  Here's a ridiculous statement....That thing is HUGE.  I mean, I 've seen it in the air, but on the ground...it is HUGE!

On the way to the airport we drove through Road Hog park which is where the insanely rich Alumni park their huge RV's and buses.  There are over 400 RV's parked there this weekend.  I find it amazing to see their huge red RV with the Razorback canopy and the Razorback lawn chairs and the Razorback grill and the fake ficus trees with Razorback helmet lights and the big concrete Razorback state all getting unpacked from under the RV.  When we drove by tonight, all the people staying at the park where lined up in their golf carts, Mules and scooters and they were having a parade.  It really cracked me up.  I don't enjoy sports, but if I did, that would be the way to do it - immerse yourself, go for it and have fun.  The Breadman has season tickets and he takes it far too seriously.  He never seems to enjoy it, he yells at the refs, he really takes it personal.  I say it is a GAME.  GAMES should be fun. 

So, that's the one and only sports report you will EVER see here!  Roll Tide.  (ha)

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