Skip to main content

The Bee



Look at us we are Bee Girls! As most of you know I am an Independant Home consultant for the Longaberger Company. I just got back from my Big BEE convention in Columbus, Ohio. I go there when I can and get training and learn from others that have really done good things in the company. Everytime I go I have a Blast. This year was a great year. I didn't know anyone I ws rooming with. (I knew them but we had just met) I picked the classes I wanted to go to and went to them. Sometimes with them and sometimes without. I learned alot and hope to be better at this job I LOVE!!!! I saw old friends that I see every year. Like Mike, he works in the home office (which by the way is shaped like a basket). I saw Greg who purchases the logs we use to make the baskets. He saw me and smiled and said to me "You, don't go anywhere!" I have to say it is nice to be remembered from people you only see once a year. I also saw Steve, he is a weaver for Longaberger. One year I was talking to him at the bee and found out his birthday was when the annual bus trip was. We had got to talking and I told him I wouldsee him that weekend with a treat. He smiled and chuckled, I bet he thought I would forget. Later that year when the bustrip went to ohio I brought a pail of candy treats for him. He was very surprised to see me! I see him yearly now too. He helped me make my basket this year at the bee. (Well, he always helps me make the basket) Actually this year he made me really make the basket. Everytime I make a basket I let the weavers do it. I like to stand there and talk to them watching them as they work. This year Steve said no that I had to do it. So I did! This basket really was made by me! I had a great time and can't wait to do everything I was taught! But I really just can't wait for next year to do it all over again!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Letters from the Heart

How do I say goodbye to my mom. How can I do that and not hurt? Memories keep coming to me and I laugh or I cry mostly I cry. I cry because I didn’t write down that favorite recipe she always made when we came home. I cry because I should have had more patience with her. I cry because I won’t be able to sit and have tea with her. Ever. Never again. I cry for myself. I cry for my brothers. I cry for my children and their children. How do I make this hurt any less than it does? How do I make the tears stop flowing? Is there a way to make them stop? Maybe laughter. Maybe that is the way. Remember the good times. Remember hotdog soup. Remember frying pans knocking someone out. Remember the car rides to grandmas house. Remember the summer trips. Laughing helps but not for long. Family around me will be sure to help. Getting together and celebrating her. That will help. I now know that nothing will help. I think this hurt will last the rest of my life. I don’t want this. I want my mom....
Post a Comment
Read more

Letters from Mom

I was starting a new project today and came across a plastic filing cabinet that was not unpacked.  I had seen it for a while now but didn't really think much of it.  I am not sure what got me to unpack it today.  The first thing I did was cut the wrapping off and on the top of it was a letter.  I didn't think much of it until I saw the handwriting.  It was my moms'.  It was a letter written to me dated May 20, 2002.  I don't remember the letter and have no clue what was going on in my life at that time.  I don't remember the conversation Mom was talking about in the letter. I can say that I am glad I held onto the letter.  To be honest I tend to hold on the all letters written to me. I have a bunch from Mike and Grandma too. I am sure I have more from others as well.  Its funny how you don't think to keep things for later years. I am glad I am sentimental.  So in this letter, Mom tells me she is proud of me.  Right before I le...
Post a Comment
Read more

it all started with gummy worms.

February 2, 2019 another day that will be hard for me to forget. My mother, went home to be with her Lord and Savior. 4:00 in the afternoon. It has only been 5 months but it seems like yesterday. Why when sad, or crappy things happen do we tend to remember everything. Mom was in rehab for her leg. She fell down the basement steps on Ryan’s Birthday. Just the last two steps. She misjudged and thought she was on the last step but actually had 2 more to walk down. She broke her leg. Her tibia was split by her femur. We called 911 and had her taken to the hospital via ambulance. Mom remembered the women who arrived to take her to the hospital. She remembered the firemen that helped to carry her upstairs to the waiting in gurney. She remembered the emergency room. And the doctors she met there. She was transferred to the third floor to await surgery to fix the leg. She didn’t really remember that. She remembered the people who helped her but not being on the floor. She didn’t...
Post a Comment
Read more