Holiday greetings from Georgie ...

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It's the first day of the New Year! We're still partying (the fun started yesterday afternoon and is still going strong, so I hafta get back to that in a minute), but...

I also wanted to mention that today also just happens to bee the Annual Feast of Saint Gefroren Schmiernippel, celebrating the Annual Ice Harvest. So beetween the New Year's celebration and the Annual Feast later today, I have a feeling I'm gonna bee partied out by the time the sun goes down today.

Okay then. Gotta get back to the festivities! I just wanted to wish everybody a Happy New Year - and a Merry Feast of Saint Gefroren Schmiernippel. May the Ice bee with you!

I hope everybody has a refreshingly zesty day!

I'll see ya' later!

Georgie and the bunch are on their way to the big Party...

Thursday, December 31, 2015 -New Year’s Eve

Did you know that it's impossible to fly in Footie Pyjamas?

Well, it is.

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Not only do they have tendency to make your feet sweat, a lot, and make the ends of your feet feel all cramped up and stuff, but they're heavy and, when you're wearing them, your wings just won't work.

I wish I'd known that beefore I told Sunshine that we'd all wear our Footie Pyjamas to her Welcome to the new New Year Footie Pyjama Party. Since everybody's supposed ta meet at the back entrance to the Hive, then go Nectar Bar hopping from there, it means that we're all gonna hafta WALK.

Flying would have been much faster, ya' know.

In the meantime, as we were taking this Happy New Year Group Picture, Kevin kept glaring at me beecause he just doesn't like wearing Footie Pyjamas. Especially pink ones.

"Uncle Georgie," he told me after we finished taking the picture, "you're the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but these Pyjamas are just not me. And PINK is most certainly NOT - I repeat NOT - my colour. Of course, I'll wear them, beecause it is New Year's Eve and I do want to go to the Party, but I will tell you right now that the instant we get back home, I'm taking them off. I would suggest you then donate them to the Apiary for Indigent Bees."

As he was walking away, he said, "Oh. And don't forget to get a tax receipt. Charitable gifts are deductible, as you know."

Geeeeeze.

Anyway, since we hafta walk, we’ve gotta grab what’s left of the platter full of Gee Gee’s Honeychew Krisp cookies and get going here. (We might have been snacking on one or two of those earlier today, so it appears there are’t that many left. Probably.)

So, we’re off to the Party!

I hope everybody has an exquisitely festive rest-of-the-day, rest-of-the-year and a ridiculously safe New Year’s Eve!

I’ll see ya’ next year!

Georgie shares the next part of his exciting story with us...

Wednesday, December 29, 2015

You probably already know this, but it’s Wednesday - and time once again for another part of my story…

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As I sat down in a small, metal, straight-backed chair which was in front of a medium-sized, wooden utility table, I caught a flash of red moving from beehind me out of the corner of my eye.

I turned and there, standing next to me, was a vision of such exotic loveliness that it took me a moment or two to catch my breath - a creature of such divine beauty, dressed in an crimson haik, a semi-transparent coordinating veil, and a pair of what were clearly highly fashionable, matching stilettos - the same ones I had heard clicking on the floor as I was beeing led to this small, cinder-block room that was dark, save for the bright light that was still shining in my face.

"Do you recognise me?" she asked in a seductively velvety voice that seemed to carry a hint of a foreign accent of some kind. (It wasn't a Polish accent or Icelandic accent or even Italian ... I couldn't quite place it.)

"No," I said.

"Come now. I have no doubt that you know precisely who I am," she said in a challenging tone, "and yet, you persist in this stupid game. It is beeneath you."

I drank in the vision of her for what seemed a brief flash of eternity and tried to remember if I'd ever seen this manifestation of pure, visual joy beefore.

"No, I'm sorry," I finally said. "I think I would have remembered meeting you."

"It dismays me to hear you say this. It dismays me a great deal," she said, as she moved like a flowing stream of fashionable elegance to stand across from me at the table at which I was seated.
“And please pardon me if I say that I cannot beelieve you,” she added.

I had beegun to sweat profusely from the adrenalin rush I'd gotten from just beeing near her, and from beeing embraced by the unforgettably exotic fragrance of her presence.

"After reading that exposé you published last year ... what was it called?" Her voice trailed off as she tapped her wing seductively against her veiled cheek.

Finally, she continued.
”Oh yes. 'An Affair in Algiers'. Was that not the title?"

"Well, yes, I did write a Romantic Mystery novel by that name last year, but..." I beegan to nervously stammer, but she interrupted me.

"And it was in this book that you were able to describe me very accurately,” she said.
"You?" I felt confused.

"You continue to pretend," she haughtily laughed, "that there is another on this planet who could possibly match my description?"
"Well, no," I started to say.
"I should say not," she said, her voice taking on a pitch of what I can only describe as self-satisfied seriousness that, quite frankly, made me feel even more confused and nervous.

She turned her back on me, walked a few steps away, then turned abruptly and, with a demanding buzz, loudly asked, "Do you continue to claim that you know not who I am? That I am but a fiction to you?"
She just kept at me, demanding to know. "DO YOU?"
"Uhm, no...I uh...I didn't mean to insinuate..." I felt myself kinda shrinking in that amazingly uncomfortable chair I was sitting in as I tried to explain that I didn't think for a minute that she didn't really exist. I mean, that would have been ridiculous.
"You did not mean to insinuate that what?" she leaned toward me with her wings on the table and, with her deep, mystery-filled eyes, fixed her gaze on me.

“That I…uh… .“ I beegan to try to speak, not knowing what to say, exactly. She leaned closer to my face. I felt myself beeginning to blush.

"Do you take me for a fool?” she asked, but I had a feeling she wasn’t really asking, if you know what I man.

She pulled away and stood, looking at me, seductively.
“It was through your writings that you revealed yourself to us. Did you not think that we would eventually get around to reading your gripping story of mystery, intrigue and romance? Did you think we would not take notice? And did you not think that the day would come when we would find you and bring you here - that you would not bee made to answer for what you had revealed to the world?"

In a moment of anxious confusion, I could only stare into her dark, come-hither gaze and try my best to search my memory for the characters in my novel, then it occurred to me who she may bee. Probably.

Then I finally decided to try to throw out my best guess about who she was and what she was talking about.

"Are you by any chance referring to Jasmine, who was one of the make-beelieve characters in my book?" I asked. “Your name is Jasmine? Like the Jasmine I made up in my story?”

"You ask me if I am Jasmine? And you continue to claim that I am but a fiction to you and still pretend not to know me?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean... I can only say that my character, Jasmine, is about the closest I can come to guessing who you are," I tried to defend myself. "You do look an awful like what I imagined Jasmine might look like. Or she looks like you should. No, that's not what I mean. What I meant to say was that you must bee Jasmine. Did I guess right?"

"It is I thought," she buzzed at me as slammed her wing on the table. "It is clear that your feeble attempt to appear ignorant is nothing more than a transparent charade."

After giving me what I can only describe is one of those "you know that I know that you know I know you know"-kind of looks, she slowly stepped back into shadows of the room, where I could barely continue to drink in her magnificent beauty.

Actually, I would say it was more like she floated into the shadows. She moved with the effortless grace of gliding butterfly on a warm, soft Warm Season breeze. No, that's not quite right ... it was more like she WAS a warm, soft Warm Season breeze. I couldn't help but remain transfixed by her presence.

"Now that you revealed that you do, indeed, admit to knowing who I am, it is now time that you stop indulging in these ridiculous deceptions and beegin answering many questions that must bee answered," she said.
"Questions?" I asked. (I did not know there would bee a quiz.)
"Yes, questions. And I have many that you will answer,” she continued.
"I will beegin by asking: Who are you? And how is it that you possess information accessible to only a select few?"

(to bee continued)

. . .

I’d share more with you today, but I need to go start getting ready for Sunshine’s Welcome to the new New Year Footie Pyjama Party tomorrow. I hafta go shopping for Footie Pyjamas for my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, and Bert. I’d get some for Great Grandma Gee Gee, but she refuses to wear Footie Pyjamas, especially in public.
“Of course I will bee happy to go to the party, dear” she said, “but I’ll bee wearing my robe and fuzzy slippers.”

Fine. (It’s not wise to argue with Great Grandma Gee Gee, ya’ know.)

Okay then. I hope everybody has a sparklingly refreshing day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Georgie finally got the details about the upcoming Welcome to the new New Year's Party . . .

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Let’s see, where was I? Oh yeah.

So as it turns out, when I ran into Sunshine at the Sudz&Spin Laundromat the other day, we ended up getting into such a long conversation, that I totally forgot to remember to get my socks out of the drier when I left. When I went back to get them, they were gone, which meant that I had to go to Bees ‘R Us to buy some new ones.

That’s what I did yesterday, even though it was super cold outside and all I wanted to do was stay inside my boot box and keep warm. But since I didn’t have any socks (I make it a policy to own only one pair - they’re easier to keep track of, ya’ know), I had to go shopping.

I had found just the right size of Cold Season Deluxe Footie Warmer™ socks and was on my way out of the door to go home when who do you think I ran into coming IN to the store? Give up? It was Sunshine. She was all smiles and giggles as I asked her what she was shopping for.
“Replacement Footie Pyjamas,” she giggled. “I accidentally ran the new ones I got for a Sparkly Season gift through the drier too many times. They shrunk up so much that they were too small, so I need to find new ones. The idea of going through the rest of the Cold Season without Footie Pyjamas just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“That makes sense,” I told her.
“Beesides,” she said. “Our Welcome to the new New Year’s Party is going to bee a Footie Pyjama Party. Everybody has to wear Footie Pyjamas. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Probably,” I commented, “but I’m glad you mentioned the party. I never found out when - or where - it is.”
“OH! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that! My mistake. The Party starts late Thursday afternoon and will end sometime on Friday.”

I was glad that my schedule is open on Thursday. And Friday. (Actually, I think it’s open until the Warm Season arrives again.)
“So where is it?” I asked her.
“The Party?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s going to bee in a lot of different places,” she said.
“First, we’re going to meet at the back entrance to the Hive at 4:00, then we’re all going to go Nectar Bar Hopping. Just beefore Midnight, we’ll make our way to the edge of the Far Meadow, where we’ll watch the fireworks, then when those end, we’ll just keep going until everybody falls asleep.”

I told her that sounded like a lot of fun and that I’d see her on Thursday.
“That’s great!” she said. “And don’t forget to wear your Footie Pyjamas!” Then she disappeared into the Worker’s Sleepwear Department - and I went home.

Oh wait…sorry. My phone is ringing. I gotta take this.

I hope everybody has a marginally perfect day today!

I’ll see ya’ later!

P.S.: Bee sure to check in tomorrow for the next part of my story, “The Bee Who Knew Too Much”! See ya’ then!

Georgie runs into Sunshine - and starts getting ready for the new New Year ...

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Monday, December 28, 2015


I hafta admit that I’m feeling a bit on the sad side today. Ya’ know why? Beecause BigFoot informed me that today is the LAST Monday of the year - and that we won’t get to enjoy another Monday until next year.

Geeeeeeze. Do you realise how far away next year is???

Neither do I, but I’m gonna look it up.

So, last week, I was out trying to clear a bunch of ice and snow off of the boot box roof. By the time I was done, I was all wet and cold, so I came back inside and hung my socks by the heater to dry them out.

I don’t who it was, but at some point, somebody snuck in and filled my socks with a bunch of coal. It was a huge mess and if I ever find out who did it, I’m gonna ask them,
“Why did you do that?” It just wasn’t a nice thing to do.

Anyway, that meant I had to do laundry this weekend, so I paid a visit to the local Sudz&Spin and who do you think I ran into there? Give up? It was Sunshine, the worker bee who works at the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record - and Online News. In case I’ve never mentioned her beefore, she’s a proofreader and copy editor.

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Of course, Sunshine was in an insufferably good mood. (She always is, which is why we call her “Sunshine”.) She told me that she was in a particularly good mood beecause she’d gotten a new pair of footie pyjamas for a special Sparkly Season Gift. She was there running them through the washer and drier to shrink them up a bit, since they were just a bit too large.
“They will fit perfectly after just two more cycles,” she told me.

“By the way,” she said, “a bunch of us are having a big Welcome To The New New Year Party - and you’re invited! Bring everybody you know! There will bee lots of nectar and we have a front-row seat for the fireworks at midnight! I hope you can come!”

For sure, I wanna go to the Party. I just wish she would have told me where and when it is.

Okay then.
I hope everybody has a miraculously pleasant day!

I’ll see ya’ later!