Friday, April 1, 2011

7 Minutes, No Eyebees

   The story-telling pro in my family is my Daddy.  I feel as though my sister and I tell stories pretty well, from growing up always listening to his and observing the way he entertains us.  There are stories about Lojo at his job in the planetarium, the ever classic how i met your mother story, the tomato soup Godzilla and King Kong story, and a library of other stories both fictitious and true.  One that I can relay pretty well, is one of my favorites.

I was sitting on my Uncle Honey's front porch, you know? A simply beautiful summer day.  My whole family was over for a swim in his pool, and I was taking a break to sit on the porch, dry off in the sun, and watch people walk by.  It was a quiet neighborhood, and I was just sitting and relaxing, when all of a sudden I heard this faint "Buzza Buzza Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz...Buzza Buzza Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz."  I looked all around and could not match the very faint song I was hearing.  I listened around to try and find where the song was coming from when I noticed a knothole in the wood of the front porch.  I put my eye up to the hole in one of the slim front pillars and, to my surprise, saw a little bee with a towel drying off his bee bum after his shower.  He was dancing and drying to the rhythm of his buzzing tune, until he saw my huge eye poking into his bathroom.  He looked right at me and let out a "hmph!" in surprise and embarrassment right before whapping me in the eye with his towel. "OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEE!" I began to howl as I covered my stinging eye.  My dad came out with a big old stake and made me hold it on my eye to help the pain subside.  That little singing bee really got me good!


    This story always made Carly and I smile, and retelling it in text was very enjoyable.  My dad has influenced me in so many ways.  Carly and I are strong reflections of our parents, and my dad is a musician and entertainer, so he can tell a pretty good story.  He has always encouraged me to entertain, do what I love, and work as hard as possible to reach all of my goals.  I love him and his stories.

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