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, January 05, 2013

An Auction, Christmas and The Breadman

My blog looks so sad, dated from last year, with no new entries.  Here are so quickie news updates.

I bought this stone fruit last week at the thrift close to the hospital.  It was $5.99 with an orange tag so it was 25% off  - about $4.50.  I listed it on ebay, knowing it would sell for about maybe a hundred dollars?  but hoping it might go a bit higher.  Imagine my surprise last night when my phone went DING DING every few minutes and it ended at THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY THREE DOLLARS.  $383.39 to be precise.  Whoo freaking HOO!  I haven't have a really good SURPRISE auction in years. 

The tree is down and the ornaments are sorted.  Spun heads here.

Angels here.

Santas and elves here.  

Justification for buying every single one of these tins I have ever found.

The Christmas village, bottle tree forest and Santa collection are still up.  I am so busy with my regular chores plus being at the hospital a lot every day, that it is just going to have to be an ongoing project for awhile.  

The Breadman started his new job on Christmas Eve working for Saralee.  He took about a month off to help me around here and with the kiddo.  His new schedule is about the same int he mornings - he leaves where about 1:00 am.  But he used to come home about 5:30 in the afternoon.  Guess when he gets home now????  10:00 AM.  At the latest!  Holy cow, it's like he doesn't even have a job.  I get up and BOOM  a couple hours later, he's home.  ladies, I need my NO MAN time.  Time to do what I need to do, when I want to do it.  Like have Miss Clariol come for a visit, or take down the Santa's which are right beside his chair where he is asleep.  Give me strength.  I think he needs a part time job too.  (I'M KIDDING!)  



  1. Oh that being around all the time takes some getting use to let me tell ya. Still I am glad he has a job and you will just have to make some changes to your schedule. Congrats on that AWESOME ebay sell!!! Just makes me so happy for you. I finished taking down the Christmas items today and they are back in the basement in their bins. Now I have some plates that need to go in the cabinet over the refrig and I'm done!!
    I think I deserve a nap!

    hugs, Linda

  2. That stone fruit is awesome - what a great auction!

    You just need to give your DH a bunch of honey-do's when he gets home; he'll probably develop a hobby pretty quick! :)

  3. He must of had no time with his family before working 16 hour days.
    I do know what it is to have a husband home all the time though.
    great stone fruit.

  4. LOL!! I can relate completely with the No Man Time. I really have empathy for you, girl!

  5. I know what you mean about your NO MAN time! My husband only works 3 days a week, and when he first started that shift, it drove me crazy having him just hanging out all the time. Now, we're both used to it-and most importantly...he's still alive! :) WOWWWW!!! How AWESOME for you on the fruit!!! What a GREAT boost for you after the tough times you've had lately! Good for YOU!!!

  6. Now, that's a great profit, love it!!

    Good luck on the big adjustment!!

  7. I almost fell outta my chair with your stone fruit story. You can bet I will buy any rubber banana I come across now JUST in case it's a special one *lol*

    I felt the same as you do when my Mr. had gotten put on Graveyard shifts. He did that for about 3 years. He would get home right when I was waking up. (Although he did end up having to sleep during the day and that's when I got my me time) Now he is on morning to afternoon shifts. And I find myself looking at the clock waiting for him to get home. *haha*

    LOVE when that happens!!

    Aren't those darn men demanding of our time when they are around? ;-) You have to teach him how to start writing up auctions for you (tee,hee!!)

  9. Big YAY on the fruit! I'm excited for you! :)


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