I am here to tell you that I had the WEIRDEST weekend ever, bar none. Nothing went as I had hoped and the only bright spot was spending time with family on Father's Day; but even that had some sadness.
Friday the 13th was actually pretty okay. Steve took Christopher to his sister's house to stay the weekend, but he didn't get home until 9, so that pretty much shot a big hole in my plan for a surprise romantic dinner :0(
Saturday was truely strange. I don't know if it was a full moon or what the heck but it was way weird. Around 1 in the afternoon, I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth...the window was open to let air circulate, help cool the house...and I could hear this noise, kind of a low hum. All of a sudden my husband yells at me to close the window and come out to the kitchen. I close the window and walk out to see what the hub-bub was about. He calls me over to patio door and shows me a HUGE swarm of bees that is in the backyard. No kidding. It was like something I've seen on a nature program on the Science channel. There was tons of the little suckers flying around!!! After a few minutes they calmed down and landed on my son's peach tree in a big bee clump (that's the blob in the tree in the bottom picture) to, as we found out later, protect the queen who was in the middle. Now I don't mind bees; they won't bother you as long as you don't agitate them. I really didn't care that they were there...it was kind of neat to watch them. But the tree is next to a footpath that runs between my house and the neighbors to the west of us to the next street back and over to a park. There are kids constantly running thru there; I didn't want one of them to stir the hive up and get stung. We waited about an hour or so to see if the bees would just leave, but they seemed to be happy campers in the peach tree so we decided to call someone. Who exactly do you call to get rid of bees? I tried the exterminators (not that I wanted to kill the little guys, just get rid of them), but given it was Saturday and Father's Day weekend no one answered. So I ended up calling the local honey company and their beekeeper agreed to come get them. The bees left before he got there however. All together the bee incident lasted about 3 or 4 hours. The beekeeper said it sounded like the original hive had split when a new queen matured, and she took a bunch of the hive with her to find a new home. They landed on the tree and rested while "scouts" went looking for a more suitable place for them to be; when the scouts found one, they left. Wild.
Yesterday I said that mean people suck. There are just people in life that get off on trying to intimidate others. It makes them feel like big shots; people like this are so miserable in their own pathetic lives that they have to stroke their egos by starting fights, picking on decent people and scaring them. These kind of people are bad enough, but when you get one or more of this type who are loaded up on crank, meth or whatever, then you really have trouble. For instance. After our bee issue, my husband and I went into Wal-Mart to get groceries. I've got my list out and we're strolling up and down the aisles, loading the cart. We're stopped on the cracker and cookie aisle and this chick walks by...she is super skinny (and disgustingly skanky..ick)and by super skinny I mean concentration camp survivor skinny, can see the bones of her spine skinny. After she goes around the end of the row, I told Steve she was just way too skinny. As I made this comment some squatty dude with a flat-top goes walking by and gives me a funny look. He goes around the end of the row and I thought nothing about it. Then I hear it. A female voice cussing up a storm, making comments about me and my comment. Oh...that must have been her boyfriend. Hmm. We continue to the next row and about 1/2 way down this broad comes around the other end and just starts yelling...obscenities flying, telling me I didn't know who I was messing with, why didn't I look at her and tell her to her face she was skinny (one look was more than enough, thanks)blah blah blah. She and her boyfriend go by us on the aisle, her cussing all the way, the boyfriend smirking and telling me keep your mouth shut you fat cow, yadda yadda. At this point it occured to my husband that the ruckus he was hearing was directed at his wife, not the gal up the row from us. Okay....confrontation over....let's finish our shopping and go home. 2 rows later I see the boyfriend go walking past the end of the row, stop look back at me, then whistle for his little skank. Here it comes, round two. This time she gets right in my face and cusses at me, telling me who I thought I was being such a crack smoking lard ass to say anything and that she knows what I said because her boyf had read my lips (he didn't have to read my lips, I made my comment OUT LOUD), ect ect...you get the idea I'm sure. I told her I didn't say anything bad, I just said I thought she was too thin. She yells at me that she has a high metabolism (yeah, whatever....helped out by meth!); during this little exchange, the boyf is throwing in his little barbs and Steve steps in to tell them to leave, and then the boyf is threatening him....delightful people, really...just lovely. They finally leave the row. I see a manager walking by so I call him over and we explain what happened; he tells us that he will call the cops and have them arrested if we'd like and if we'd like to have security escort us to the car they'd be happy to do so. We thanked him and went to check out. While in line we discussed the fact that 1) these people are wired up on some substance, and 2) they actually took the time to search the store for us to continue the arguement, and 3) it was obvious they were looking for trouble. We agreed it would be the best thing to have security take us to the car, since we had no idea if they were still there or would be watching the parking lot for us. After paying for the groceries, we went to the Customer Service desk, explained to the girl the situation and she called the security people up. I turned around while we waited for security and guess who was in the check-out stand right in front of CS?? Yep, the couple of the year. I told Steve, who told the CS girl and we pointed them out to her...the boyf saw us, grabbed his broad as soon as she was done paying and they took off out the other side of the building. I'm pretty sure that if I described these 2 knuckleheads to the cops, they'd know exactly who I was talking about. Something tells me that one or both of them have been arrested at least once before. Now that I've had time to think about it, I have arrived at the following conclusions: first, I think we handled the situation the best we could have...when you're dealing with people like this who are out of their minds, it's best to try to get out of it without any physical involvement...you never know if they have a knife or a gun; second, I think these 2 were just looking for a fight and I happened to be the one who set them off. I think the guy was purposely trailing the girl, waiting for an opportunity to start trouble. I think if there had been a guy even look at her, crap would have hit the fan. It really didn't matter what the look or comment was or who made or gave it, they just wanted to cause problems for someone. Lastly, I amd a firm believer in karma and I know that they'll get theirs sooner or later. Then again, maybe they already have....how unhappy they must be to behave that way, what a miserable life.
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