BeeCharmer’s Buzz

Trying a new format. Thank you for your indulgence.

Drug myself out of bed today at noon. I have been so tired since school started. Went to the Dr. today to find out the results of my catscan. It turns out, it is highly unlikely that I have a brain tumor. They did find a very small calcification near some area of my brain that could possibly affect my left eye’s pupil size. The hospital did recommended that an MRI could see something a ct scan may not pick up. Our Aunt Rn said she thought it sounded like old scar tissue from a brain bleed I had several years ago when I knocked myself silly on a kitchen cabinet. ( I promise you a post on that one day. I am a dork anda clutz, which adds up to some pretty funny stories.) I agree with her completely and even Honey is on board. We all figure my pupils have been whacked out for some time and no-one noticed. I mean really how often do you look at someones pupils? I am 3 inches from the mirror everyday applying mascara but my attention is on not poking my eye out, not the size of my pupils. So, I will not be getting a MRI. I will be going to an eye Dr. to have a check up and get a pair of glasses ( I think I need bifocals). I have noticed how bad my eyes are since the whole pupil thing started. Karma, my body is getting old. I still feel like a teenager, but my body is telling me different. 

**Sorry goes out to anyone older than me that I have just offended. I realize this is just the beginning.**

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Honey and I went to our favorite restaurant. Our friends just bought it a couple of months ago but we’ve been going there for years..  It’s also the market where I do alot of my shopping. They serve the best Pho and Laab and Thai ice tea. The couple who own it now also work with honey at her morally corrupt workplace. Very cool couple. They have a darling darling 3 year old daughter ( I wish I could tell you her name, it so fits her) but I will call Troll, because that’s what her Daddy calls her when she is being stinky mad. She looks exactly opposite of Troll.  Angelica or Angel would come to mind if you could see her. But Troll it is for now.

I ordered Pho and Honey ordered Laab (omg this is so good I had to learn to make it at home). Troll was wandering around the shelves opening goodies that she wanted to eat. Her Daddy is saying “No Troll, No No No”. Being the baby magnet I am, she took my hand and led me around, showing me what was “delicious”. I taught her that word last time I saw her.

Our food came and Troll invited herself to sit with us while we dined. She was showing me the correct way to eat Pho with chopsticks. She was having so much fun playing in my noodles she insisted on feeding me. Her Mom and Dad were a little horrified that she was covering me in noodles and soup. It was cute and sweet until she started putting jalapenos in my soup. I don’t like much heat, I am a pepper wussy. I’m like “ohh noo honey that’ll be too hot” when her Dad pipes up ” Troll eats hers wayyyy hotter than you”. I got showed up by a 3 year old.

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As we were leaving the restaurant we see it is raining ice. It’s not like hail, or snow, it is little ice crystals. Very sparkly. We were supposed to work at my Dad’s bar tonight. We figured we would give it an hour before we started to panic about having to drive in the ice later tonight. It has been 5 hours now and it is still coming down hard. It sounds like “tink tink tink tink” Needless to say we are not going anywhere this evening. Here are pictures of the solid, 1/4 ” and growing, sheet of ice on our back porch.

We have also gathered up all the candles in the house and heated all the microwavable heating pads we can find, just in case the power goes out. (I’ve heard of that back East). I better post this one now so there will be a record of our disappearance in case it gets really bad. If you don’t hear from me in the next 3 days, call somebody.

If everything stays fine, I will see if I can finish another post tonight.

**update**

So far so good- I think the threat of danger has passed. I’m going to bed.