She called me 'awesome.' (Pretty much she did.) See me blushing? And I had totally intended to participate. But then I get all weird about it and the last time I tried to participate in a very nifty meme I ended up basically reneging on all my nominations because I was embarrassed about 'who the heck am I to be nominating anybody' and 'who cares if I nominate them because I'm just a little old nobody' and I just go way overboard, ruminating, worrying, etc. So when I got up at 2am to pee and couldn't get back to sleep for thinking about who to nominate for a blog post I had to just be a quitter.
However, I will happily tell you why I'm awesome.
But seriously. Why I'm Awesome:
Reason One: When I fall off my horse I get right back on. As in, this Saturday when I harassed Mark into going riding with me and I was blazing a little trail through the woods and found myself tangled in a skinny little grape vine. It went right across the front of my waist and I had to make a decision, so I decided to see if we could just break through it.
We could not. So it clotheslined me right out of the saddle. Nikki stopped and turned around to look at me. I said "Thanks for not leaving me" and got back on.
Then Monday, I went for a ride with Mark's almost-could've-been-sister-in-law, and I stopped to show her where I'd fallen off 2 days before when Nikki decided she really needed to roll. Right now. She just plopped herself down on the ground with me on her back. I managed to keep her from rolling all the way over and totally felt like The Outlaw Josey Wales when she got back up with me in the saddle. Yeehaw.
Reason Two: I ain't scared of bees. Until they start buzzing angrily in my hair.
Mark had to give the observation hive bees more room this weekend, so he opened it up and swapped out some full frames for nice empty frames. See that little rectangle? That was the queen cage. It can come out now since the queen is loose.
Here Mark is using his soft bee brush to gently sweep them back into the hive.
And then close it back up. See all those bees? It was a light flurry so I backed up a bit.
All was going well and Mark wanted to know if I wanted to get a photo of the queen and I did, but by then the bees were getting very agitated. When one got lodged in my giant hair and started cussing me in Bee Language, I made a hasty retreat.
Can you spot Her Royal Highness?
Um. That's all I've got right now.
However, I will happily tell you why I'm awesome.
But seriously. Why I'm Awesome:
Reason One: When I fall off my horse I get right back on. As in, this Saturday when I harassed Mark into going riding with me and I was blazing a little trail through the woods and found myself tangled in a skinny little grape vine. It went right across the front of my waist and I had to make a decision, so I decided to see if we could just break through it.
We could not. So it clotheslined me right out of the saddle. Nikki stopped and turned around to look at me. I said "Thanks for not leaving me" and got back on.
Then Monday, I went for a ride with Mark's almost-could've-been-sister-in-law, and I stopped to show her where I'd fallen off 2 days before when Nikki decided she really needed to roll. Right now. She just plopped herself down on the ground with me on her back. I managed to keep her from rolling all the way over and totally felt like The Outlaw Josey Wales when she got back up with me in the saddle. Yeehaw.
Reason Two: I ain't scared of bees. Until they start buzzing angrily in my hair.
Mark had to give the observation hive bees more room this weekend, so he opened it up and swapped out some full frames for nice empty frames. See that little rectangle? That was the queen cage. It can come out now since the queen is loose.
Here Mark is using his soft bee brush to gently sweep them back into the hive.
And then close it back up. See all those bees? It was a light flurry so I backed up a bit.
All was going well and Mark wanted to know if I wanted to get a photo of the queen and I did, but by then the bees were getting very agitated. When one got lodged in my giant hair and started cussing me in Bee Language, I made a hasty retreat.Can you spot Her Royal Highness?
Um. That's all I've got right now. And even though I'm a meme party-pooper, I'd say the bloggers I've been following have got Awesome and Then Some written all over them. And I guess that's my indecisive chickensh*t way of playing! Awesome!
5 comments:
I embiggened the picture but I can't see the queen. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for!
Nice move with the horse-staying-on! Wish you had thought to have someone take video.
Is that Her Majesty in the upper right corner? I think she wields her power well, don't you? She's not afraid to mix with the commoners.
That's fair. I usually cheat in some fashion too. You are crazy people, by the way. Crazy, but awesome. I would need therapy for a bee in my hair. I'm surprised the vine didn't break. Vines usually break. What kind of vigorous mutant vinage do you guys have around there?
That is certainly awesomeness to me! I'm not sure how I'd deal with a flurry of bees buzzing round me.
Couldn't tell where the queen was! I am a bee novice.
I should've added a pointer to begin with. Whoops!
Now check out my awesome paint program drawing skills directing you to the queen bee.
Yep. That's why I didn't do it to begin with.
She's the one with the bigger rear end. Don't tell her I said that.
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