Bees!

My brother Brent is a funny, funny man. He has always kept me laughing with his antics and funny impressions, etc. Brent and I have a lot of character traits in common- but he is like the better version of me. Funnier, smarter, more artistic, all of it. I'm ok with that! He is so fun to be around. 

One particular trait about Brent is that he is absolutely, completely, afraid of bees. He has this whole shtick about bees that will kill you with laughter, it's so funny. He's not really a fan of any insect or bug, but bees are probably the worst offender. 

I, also, was not a fan of bees for most of my life, except in the abstract. I know they make flowers and fruits and vegetables and lots of factors in life possible. For some reason they just seem a bit scary to me, and lots of other people, too- those little tiny stingers can cause a lot of pain. FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES. 

That's the crazy thing. I am so afraid of being stung by a bee- but I know the pain lasts for a very small amount of time. Still, I will curse bees' name and fear them and freak out when one lands on me, as if I'm about to die. It's a thing. The struggle is real.

One day I was invited out to a house in Virginia where a mother and her daughter keep bees. It was promised to be a fun and educational afternoon, and yes I was terrified. But an "in denial" type of terrified. I took the assignment because I like to face my fears. Or, in other words, I like to torture myself.

I hate to give spoilers, but I survived the photography assignment. AND, I loved bees so much by the time I left, that I wanted to be a beekeeper myself someday. Turns out bees are super important and the world only revolves because of them. JK. But not really.

Here's an interesting article for your reading pleasure. 

 

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Cheeeeeeeto

If you are sick of my obsession with hot cheetos, I completely understand if you stop reading/unsubscribe/kill me.  But!  The internets gifted this to me yesterday and I just wanted to pass it on to the four of you who are also obsessed with nasty hot chips. 

I just wish my kids could have been involved in the making of this!  Geez, who am I kidding... I wish I was in it. 

Watch 20 seconds and you'll have the idea, no need to watch it all!

 

Photos from Calgary, Alberta, Cananda.

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Repeat

I get obsessed with certain songs on my iPod and play them over and over and over. Most of the time I play them with headphones so that my obsession doesn't affect anyone. But sometimes I inflict the song on passengers in the car, namely the two kids that follow me around everywhere. Isaac is starting to push back. It's so funny! He hates phrases or rhythms in music that are super repetitive. So, if I happen to become obsessed with a repetitive song, this is like Isaac's personal hell.

I only know that because he told me yesterday, "Mom. This song on repeat is my own personal hell." 

Oops.

 

Photos from a Best Idea Session in NYC.

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The unhappy runner

Sometimes I think i'm a tad bit evil because of the way I handle a certain neighborhood occurrence here in Salt Lake City. You see, there are a lot of active people around here- bikers, runners, hikers, you name it. And in my neighborhood specifically there are trails on top of trails for all these things, that intertwine with public roads, and it's really cool.  

There is one road I frequently drive on that has a cemetery on both sides of the road, with crosswalks here and there. Runners love this wide road for whatever reason. The speed limit is 25 mph, probably to protect pedestrians who cross.

One time I drove down that road and saw an older lady running toward me on the right shoulder, who was waving. I thought "How nice! a friendly runner waving hello!" But, no. This lady thought I was going way too fast and wasn't really waving hello- she was trying to wave me down and sternly lecture me. I was going 25 mph, but she certainly didn't think so based on her frantic hand gestures and angry face. I slowed down even more as I passed just because driving and staring out the side window is hard. She was placated.

Another day however, this same exact thing happened. I saw a figure waving at me in the distance, only to recognize it as the older angry anti-speeding woman. She was using all the possible negative hand gestures she could muster up to get me to understand my wrong doing. I was going 25 mph. So, I sped up a little. And yes, it's evil because that made me laugh as I pressed down the pedal.

Yesterday I saw the lady for the third time. As I rounded a bend GOING 25MPH I saw her start to do her hand things and make her angry faces. So, when I got really close I slowed down to around 10 and waved a cute little happy wave at her mouthing "Have a good day!" and then I blew her a kiss and drove away (at 25 mph.)

I just kinda think its funny when people make themselves the police of whatever their safety passion is, It doesn't seem to make them happy at all! This lady acts like her day is just ruined, RUINED. But I take full recognition of my evilness and plan to keep happily waving back. 

 

Photos from Seattle, Washington.

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