Enter bee...Queue wave of embarrassment and shame!

I have been stressing the last few days over this move to California. Probably not in the way you think though. I am really anxious to get there so that is not the issue. The problem is that I was planning on staying with Steve until Oct 1st (my last day of work). I was going to leave Kasey and Bailey with my mom since Steve can’t have dogs in his apartment, but now it seems like it might not be possible to leave both my dogs with my mom. So it seems like I will be heading out even earlier. I think that I will be California bound in 8 weeks. Good news and bad new. Good news is that I will be in Cali that much sooner. Bad news is that I will be losing an entire month of pay that I was counting on to get me through the first few weeks I am there, until I can find a job.

In other news, I sold my treadmill last night. I only posted it on the employee trading post yesterday morning but I had two calls about it before lunch. The first couple that came took it home right there and then and I pocketed $400 bucks! Which is a significant loss for me but I have had it for three years and it was just taking up space at this point. Plus can you imagine moving that thing? It is so freaking heavy! Good riddens! I decided to celebrate with a smoothie from Smoothie King. It was amazing!

After the treadmill was out of the way I decided to pack up a few things to take to my mothers this weekend. I might as well start loading up my crap and taking as much just as I can to her house before the big move at the end of August. So not the living room looks a little bare. Only a 2/3 of my sectional is still there and its now even all attached. I will be heading home at lunch to put some more stuff in the car that way I can just grab to dogs and go when I get off work. Speaking of dogs….I went trough my closet and through a bunch of stuff away and came across this fishing hat that I got Bailey when she was a puppy. I put it on her last night and we were able to snap a picture before she tore it off. She does not look happy. Lol

Oh and no good deed goes unpunished. I loaded up my cloths basket with crap to throw away while I was cleaning out my closet and when I went to toss it in the dumpster I apparently pissed off a bunch of bees. I was attacked! I ran like hell but I was not fast enough. One of the little bastards stung me on the stomach. Even though I was not thrilled about being stung I can appreciate the humor in my situation and in the spectacle I made of myself. I saw the bees, dropped my empty basket and starting booking it across the parking lot. Keep in mind I am yelling and spinning and zig zaging the entire time in an attempt to flee. Then I stop and think I am away only to yelp in pain as the last straggler stings me. Then I swear, and repeat the strange running debacle again. When I finally stop I realize that I left my basket but there is no way I am going back for it. So I swear again and head back toward my apartment. That is when I realize the old man watching me from his balcony. Queue wave of embarrassment and shame! I just looked up at him and gestured toward my path of destruction and said “Bees.” He just nodded and grinned.

After that I was afraid to go back to the dumpster so I didn’t take out the rest of the crap and I think its safe to say that my basket is gone. Oh well I guess. FYI I have not been stung by a bee since I was 4. I was at New Horizons Preschool and viciously attacked while I peacefully rested during nap time. That right it was completely unprovoked. So I guess 22 years was all the reprieve the bee community felt I needed after their heinous crimes against me. So here I am sporting a new battle scare. This is why I hate anything with more then 4 legs!