It is pretty obvious that I'm new to this blogging thing. I didn't think it would be hard to find time to jot down a few lines, so all I can say is, thanks to the University of Phoenix for providing just enough boredom in my life for me to create and update my blog. Really, I get a little more out of school occasionally, but some weeks, at 9:15pm, I just can't think intellectually anymore.
So, on to my first reason why my 30th year here in the world is going to be the best year ever. It turns out I've been given a great opportunity to help me overcome one of my fears. Since birth I have been TERRIFIED of bees. I have never been stung, but there is something about knowing that if I attempt to kill a bee, I might miss and that little sucker could turn kamakazi and come at me with missile like force. And where would I go? He has the advantage of flight. I am just one little girl and wherever I run... he might follow.
A few weeks ago, I happened to be in Price, UT with one of my employees who has recently taken on beekeeping. He suggested that we go see his bees before I headed back toward home after our day's work. I wasn't such a fan of the idea, but I thought I should be supportive and he promised I was safe. So I donned my netted helmet, and gloves that reached my armpits and headed out to the beehives, dress, heels and all.
I can't say I touched any bees, but I can say I stood within 5 feet of thousands of bees. And as I watched him pulling out shelves, and holding handfuls of bees, I started to think maybe he was right; maybe bees are not such mean creatures after all. I mean really, I guess I must have to really irritate the poor creatures if they are willing to kill themselves over making their point (no pun intended). And watching Paul hold this little bee by its legs for a good 2 minutes while he tried to show me the wax it was making, I realized they are pretty mellow, as long as you send them love as I learned in The Secret Life of Bees.
While I'm not in a hurry to get back to the beehives, I do now feel a little tenderness toward the bees, and I also am a big fan of honey straight from the hive. Yum!
So, on to my first reason why my 30th year here in the world is going to be the best year ever. It turns out I've been given a great opportunity to help me overcome one of my fears. Since birth I have been TERRIFIED of bees. I have never been stung, but there is something about knowing that if I attempt to kill a bee, I might miss and that little sucker could turn kamakazi and come at me with missile like force. And where would I go? He has the advantage of flight. I am just one little girl and wherever I run... he might follow.
A few weeks ago, I happened to be in Price, UT with one of my employees who has recently taken on beekeeping. He suggested that we go see his bees before I headed back toward home after our day's work. I wasn't such a fan of the idea, but I thought I should be supportive and he promised I was safe. So I donned my netted helmet, and gloves that reached my armpits and headed out to the beehives, dress, heels and all.
I can't say I touched any bees, but I can say I stood within 5 feet of thousands of bees. And as I watched him pulling out shelves, and holding handfuls of bees, I started to think maybe he was right; maybe bees are not such mean creatures after all. I mean really, I guess I must have to really irritate the poor creatures if they are willing to kill themselves over making their point (no pun intended). And watching Paul hold this little bee by its legs for a good 2 minutes while he tried to show me the wax it was making, I realized they are pretty mellow, as long as you send them love as I learned in The Secret Life of Bees.
While I'm not in a hurry to get back to the beehives, I do now feel a little tenderness toward the bees, and I also am a big fan of honey straight from the hive. Yum!
4 comments:
Rachel, it is so good to get a peek into your life. I had no idea you were terrified of bees. Who knew? Did you know Uncle Rex had hives?
I don't like the little creatures either...but I do love their little gift they give us! Miss you!
Shell
Way to go facing your fears!! That's awesome.
I didn't know you are taking classes at University of Phoenix. Sorry to hear they are boring, hang in there.
I've been meaning to tell you, Breanna broke her arm on Labor Day! You can see pics on my blog. She is so tough.
Made any big decisions lately??
Sounds scary to me!
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