BUZZ

Well, it's been a while since I last blogged so I thought I would finally sit down and do it.  It's been pretty un-exciting around here lately.  Busy.... busy like bees... but not too eventful.  We helped some friends move yesterday, we've been trying to keep up with the growth of our yard, track stuff, school stuff, the usual.  We hauled off our big thorny bushes in the back of our van yesterday in a fifteen minute escapade.  We realized we had less than a half an hour to get them to the dump, and it was the last chance before Leo leaves to Bob Jones University.... that was exciting I guess. Unfortunately no pictures of the adventure.  You'll just have to imagine us shoving three six foot tree/bushes into the back of our vehicle!  Your mental picture is probably more pleasant than the one we could have taken!  

Speaking of "bees" (above), I wanted to share a picture of our front yard, and a little video clip of the tree in the front yard.  If you turn up your sound you'll be able to hear something that can be quite terrifying!  

As a little story.  Last year I was out in the front yard talking with my neighbor.  We were conversing about angry bees and wasps because one had been flying around my neighbors head.  She was telling me how they were doing a lot of stinging that time of year, and I was saying that I was a little afraid of how I would react if I were ever to be stung.  Just as I was saying this, I felt something creeping around on my leg INSIDE my pants (I was wearing those basketball pants with the snaps on the side).  And then it happened *sting*, -- ouch!  Next thing I (and my neighbor) know, I'm running around the yard, slapping my pants, yelling "there's bees in my pants."  My neighbor, not knowing what was going on at first, and then not knowing what to do was chasing me around the yard yelling "don't hit it, don't hit it."  (I'm thinking, what else would I do?)  Finally the battered bee made it's way out of my pants, and my neighbor comes running up and almost pulls my pants off to check my leg.  She starts pulling out a credit car to swipe off the stinger that is now stuck in my leg.  Fortunately I didn't have an extreme allergic reaction to the bee (which was a concern of mine previously), and my leg only swelled a little.  Still not a fun experience.  

Moral of the story:  When a bee is in your pants.... just rip them right off and let the bee escape. It will be far less embarrassing and painful than your running around the yard beating yourself up and getting stung numerous times.  Just kidding.  I'm not really sure what the moral is, but if you listen to our tree, you might think twice about coming to our front door!  (Turn up your sound)