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, April 27, 2012

The Waiting Game

I took good clear bright outside pictures yesterday of all m y JUNK that I scored at the big sale and at some other sales.  I used my real camera instead of the iphone camera.  They look great!  But, I cannot find the *#@*^&% camera cord ANYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!   What the ??????  The Memory Card is a Micro Mini and measures about 1/2" square and I cannot stick that in my computer.  Dang it. Dang it. Dang it.

I'll keep looking if you promise to come back another day!  In the meantime - I can see a yard sale sign out my very own window!!!!


  1. At least you took the photos...you will find the card reader...soon I hope. hugs, Linda

  2. I'm so glad other people do the same thing as me...
    You will find it

  3. I have 2 cameras and misplaced the cords for both of them! I did manage to find one, but the other one is still MIA.


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