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So yesterday I came back to work all prepared to pretend to work for the first two hours of the day while I was to begin writing nearly real time posts again, and found out that my employer decided to “fix” a “glitch” in the world of IT that had allowed me to log into the domain that I actually need to work on while still being wrongly assigned to a different domain. 

Unfortunately in doing so the company didn’t assign me to the proper domain, and I wasn’t able to log in to my desktop at all yesterday.  This left me fully bored as I had to conserve my Treo battery in order to waste the entire day on the different Treo programs for the full eight hours of work.  There was a good 15 minutes that I powered it down - for shame.

I also had this conversation with seven, I kid you not seven techs from all over the world yesterday:

Beehive:  I can’t log into my desktop.

Tech:  Hmm… that’s odd.  You’re not locked out.  Try the caps lock.

Beehive:  Already been done.

Tech:  Try shutting down and starting up.

Beehive:  Did that too, but I’ll give it another whirl.  Still not working.

Tech:  Okay, here’s you’re new password reset.

Beehive:  It still doesn’t work.

Tech:  Try logging into “XYZ” domain.

Beehive:  I don’t have the option to do that on this desktop.

Tech:  You have to.  That’s what you’re assigned.

Beehive:  I seriously don’t have that.

Tech:  Oh,ummm…I think i know what the problem here is.  I will need to get my supervisor approval in order to fix this for you.  So I’ll have to get back to you on this.

Then, I think that there was a series of murders and or suicides that happened in my companies IT department, since I never heard back from any of them, which forced me to not only have to keep calling the IT groups back every half an hour to check their status, but it also made me struggle to keep a Friendly’s Honey BBQ Chicken SuperMelt deuce from escaping my body while I anticipated phone calls that I never ended up receiving.

This truly made me earn my money yesterday moreso than any other day that I can remember for a very long time.

So I need to let you all on at least one big fat secret, and tempt you all with one more secret that cannot be fully disclosed just yet - in time, just wait - I promise to tell you all when the time is right as it will be a juicy one.

Anyways, the big big secret is that I can disclose today is that I was on vacation for the past week!

Yes, yes, I know.  It’s the shocker of the summer that will be felt for weeks to come, and quite possibly… forever…

See, the Cheese and I went down to her wonderful friend G’s splendid home well South of the Mason-Dixon line in North Carolina for some much needed R & R.  I somehow managed to drive all the way down to the North Carolina border with Cheese as navagater, and some really amazing things happened to me along the way.  I picked up a slight twang in my speech, I lost any and all positive considerations toward social programs for minorities, as well as my picking up a raging smoking habit too.  Those cigarettes were just too low cost and cool looking to pass up.

Some of you may have noticed differences about this past weeks postings.  Such as beehivehairdresser.com post counts having gone down to roughly only one per day, my mysterious way of not being at the blogger happy hour last week, and my lacking of responses to any and all comments.  If you did notice these things, then my friend you are almost as amazing as I am - almost. 

This lacking of my ability or rather my lacking desire to respond to comments while vacating turned out to be a good thing, since I seemed to have offended some people with some of my bottled posts that I had written while in a cranky hangover mood prior to my vacating, and let me just say that for the record I did write that Harry Potter post out of pure ignorance, and it was so worth every letter of it.

When I finally get all of the photos uploaded and whatnot, I’ll be able to start posting some of the stories from the trip, but for now, just know that my first trip to the South where the “Good Ole’ Boys” live sure has opened my eyes to a part of America that I thought I would never enjoy, and found that I really liked it down there.  Plus seeing the South really only solidified my previous thoughts of Yakov Smirnov being a genius, because he couldn’t have said it better when he said, “America!  What a country…”

Yes, that’s the name of my girlfriends blog…

Anyways, last night I was sitting on the Cheese’s bed before going out to dinner, and I looked over at the framed picture she has of me on the beach from last summer that is next to her bed. 

All that I could think of as I sat there waiting for the Cheese to finally be ready was, “Man, I really look like a douche bag in that picture.”

Cheese:  What’s wrong Beehive?

Beehive:  I look like a total douche bag in that picture.

Cheese:  (grabbing the framed picture) Noooo.  Don’t say that.  This is my favorite picture of you.

Beehive:  It is?

Cheese:  Yes, I kiss it every night before I go to sleep.

Cheese then began to stroke and pet the frame, and that was the exact moment that I witnessed first hand way too much information - TMI that I would have never have believed had I not seen myself.  Yeash…

This week I present to you a very special photo.  It’s not of a bee, but it is of another flying insect.  One that some people would say is even cooler and or scarier than a bee is.

It’s a dragonfly, and it’s sitting on what I believe to be some kobold gayfeather growing in my backyard.

Just enjoy the close up of this really amazing insect- its face, eyes, legs, and wings.

WOW! 

Here’s an email response from someone that I emailed out of thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my Katie Cut post.  This person claims to be a man, but ”his” MySpace page states that he is a she, but whatever… the point is that this is their email back to me - quoted word for word.

“ No, I am Rodney–Dee’s husband, and just came across your website as my daughter was looking for hairstyles.  My wife is a hairstylist, and she tells story after story of women who have husbands like you who refuse to let them have a brain and get the cut they want to get.  Everybody copies someone’s cut, including you with your buzzed hair.  What do you think women do every day by taking a picture of somebody’s cut into their nearest salon to show their hairstylist the style they want?  Hello?  Is anybody home?  They copy someone like Katie’s cut, because there’s nothing to copy on most celebrities–it’s stringy hair.  Cover up their faces, and in most cases, you have plain, homely hair!”

Anyways, I’m totally not one to toot my own horn or anything, but I think that I just may well be really really famous in the Rodney/Dee household, and I wouldn’t be shocked to find out that Rodney and Dee had a good anger bang over my disliking the idea of the Katie Cut being a mass cookie cutter type of hairstyle.

I never thought of this until this very moment, but someone, somewhere out there… is reading this blog as a form of foreplay…

GULP!!!