A Good Time Was Had By All!


It’s been a day or so since I’ve been on here. It’s that time of year when we are all getting busy for school, football, soccer and ordering all the Autumn teas!

Yesterday I woke up and turned to my BFF and said, ” I feel a spree coming on. Killing or shopping, depends on you.” I am out of everything. That is how much I hate shopping in person. But the toothpaste was dangerously low and the only thing in the refrigerator were condiments.

There was just  a lot of stuff that needed replacing or that I had coupons for that would expire today. So yesterday was an 8 hour journey across the city.

   First up was these saddles. Nice, huh? And on a huge sale. Then I found some cute ankle boots and also later saw these lovely slip ons with the poop emoji. OU Boy quipped, “For when you know you’re shitty and you own it.”  No we did not get those.

I did however make a huge compromise for the sake of the relationship. I let him buy a microwave. Now, I don’t own a microwave or a toaster or a coffee pot or any thing else that could clutter my counters or make it easy to eat poorly. Now I also would have let him buy new pots and pans, but let’s get real here. I’m not using them. So after years of no microwave, I woke up this morning and almost spit out my tea when I saw this big black blob sitting on my counter. I’m not happy about it, but I’m going to take a page from Cynthia and pick my battles.

He heated up a sandwich last night and you would have thought he invented fire he was so happy.

Now everyone has enough socks, t-shirts and underwear to make it through the winter. I have stocked the cupboards with Game Day food. Which on his side is the good old Velveeta and Rotel dip, little smokies and Barbecue Sauce  and my side which is tiny toasts, some really nice hummus and a tiny tin of caviar. I shouldn’t have to go to the market for another month if I play this right.

After the truck was full we stopped at our favorite Italian place and had a nice lunch and we arrived home in time for Big Brother.  And to find that the Book Fairy had come and left me a gorgeous copy of The Bear and The Nightingale plus an ARC of The Tower.  So all in all it was a good day and no one had to die. And not once did I have a panic attack!

Now I’m going to finish my Breakfast Tea and try to figure out how to use this mop.

Be Safe! Drink Tea!   xx Patricia


Celebrate Every Day: Recipes For Making The Most Of Special Moments With Your Family by [Richardson, Jaime]

Recipes for making the most of special moments with your family.  You may know Jaime from sophistimom.com. I love her and I love this book. This is a woman who was chosen by the editors at Martha Stewart’s official blog network to be a part of their small circle.

Yet she has a family and this book shows that. Everything in here is simple to make, takes simple wholesome ingredients and turns them into an experience.

My absolute favorite recipe is the Fresh Peach French Toast Bread Pudding. Oh my heavenly days it is good!  Want to make some jam? Blueberry jam that is easy as pie!

It’s a go to book if you have children or not. Beautifully done and worth every penny!

celebrateeveryday Yummy!!!  With some Harney & Sons Peach Tea….wow!

Hello! It’s Tea! And other gross things!


Good Monday to you all!  Yes, I’m a bit late today but I have been playing Cinderella and her wicked step sisters. I was Anastasia. And now I am drinking copious amounts of tea and wishing I had made my therapy appointment for a different day!

It’s right at that awkward period where if I didn’t go I could have a nice long soak with a book. If I do go, I have to lay around and moan about it for 2 hours and hope the driver gets finished with whatever he was doing today that I didn’t pay attention to, well, because I was a wicked step sister.

I woke up to an alarm clock this morning, which is not something I ever do, and still don’t understand why it kept going off. I had no idea how to turn it off so I just ripped it out of the wall by the cord. Then the 4-year-old comes in with a bowl of cereal and no milk asking for sweet tea. Miss Charli Ava is walking around repeating Je suis une fille!

There was no getting around crazy today so I just went with it. No one wanted to do their numbers or letters. French lessons got interrupted. The bathroom is no longer sacred ground. And the 4-year-old informed me that he was selfish, which means he doesn’t like to share what he has. At lunchtime, he couldn’t eat his sandwich because his tummy hurt, to which I replied, ” Do you need to poop?”. Which was apparently hilarious so he ate the bread.

So now that their Daddy has taken them to run errands I can go to the bathroom in peace and try to see what other adults are doing besides discussing bowel movements and how milk comes from the place cows pee.

Much love to our Houston cousins, who are paddling around their neighborhood in a kayak being good neighbors!!

xx Patricia

Every Tea Should Come With A Tiara!

All tea services should come with a tiara, that way you can be prepped and ready for the 8 pm white tie dinner

I stole the above picture from Harney & Sons on Pinterest. The caption was Every Tea Should Come With A Tiara.

Being the Southern lady that I am I heartily agree! We look for every opportunity to wear our tutus and tiaras. Except when you go out to get the mail. Yeah, I learned that the hard way. People will talk. Kind of like when OU Boy weed whacked the bar ditch in his Tommy Bahama flip-flops and shorts. Farmers talk….

So it’s Sunday. I think our rain has stopped but our poor neighbors are getting hammered still. So let’s all keep them in our thoughts and donate whatever you can, time, money, food, clothing.  Poor OU Boy had to deal with flooding all day yesterday and again this morning. He called and said the Tea Vault had water on the floor but all the tea was safely high up on the shelves. Whew!

Today I’m getting our rocks ready to become Ladybugs, little cottages and some inspirational words. Yes, that is what we settled on. And since Miss Charli Ava has decided she wants to learn to speak French, I think we’ll do some French words as well. It warms my heart that she wants to learn and keep our French heritage alive! And her Mom is helping her also, so soon she will be all snooty and looking down her nose at the rest of us!

paristea3  Since I poached their picture, Let’s give some love to the people who keep me out of jail. Thanks Boys!

xx Patricia

I’m just a laid back person with a ton of anxiety!


We made it to Saturday! Yeah us! I have a confession to make ( no it’s not juicy, those I save for Monsignor) this morning I’ve had 4 cups of Starbucks coffee with almond milk.

While for most people I hear that caffeine hypes you up, for me it has the opposite effect. Especially at night. Why have I betrayed my tea-pot? Anxiety is at a fairly high level between watching nothing but live streaming of the Hurricane. As my own personal storm chaser could not participate in this he was determined to watch his brethren try to get as close as humanly possible to death.

At one point he looked at me and said, Hey, your bleeding! Am I really stressing you out that much?  Uh, you think? Between my first hurricane which left a huge live oak inside my bedroom and me in the closet to Katrina who so kindly destroyed our beautiful Mississippi coast, I just can’t watch that. It’s not like a tornado, which doesn’t bother me because it’s there, it’s gone. NO, hurricanes have a mind of their own and will sit right on top of you and then go back, strengthen and smack you in the face again.

So I had scratched my hands until they bled. My heart breaks for Texas today and I’m hoping things settle down here, but the big fight is on tonight and I just found out my son is shelling out for it…..so maybe I can watch that. In the mean time, Texans, we love you and you are welcome here!

Have a good one!  laidback

Tea,Books, and Lots of Rain!

Good Morning Y’all! It started raining last night sometime and is still coming down heavily. I just got an alert on my phone about an imminent flood warning.

So far the water is staying a tad below the sidewalk so I’m not dragging out the sandbags yet! For our dear friends in Texas, stay safe and if they tell you to evacuate do it! Seriously, when one of these things plants itself on top of you, no one is coming out to rescue your stubborn bum!

I feel really bad for the Houston folks, who took so many of us Mississippi people in when we took a direct hit from Katrina. So if you need a place to go just get on I-35 and head north to OKC. We’ve got you. We aren’t in such great shape ourselves right now, but we’re on high ground.

I also feel bad that we don’t even have a head of FEMA yet. Our people were left for weeks with no help from Bush, so I hope the orange man-child has a plan!

Our power is flickering so I’m signing off and dragging out the rain boots and moving my tea to higher ground!

Be Safe Y’all!

We had a rocking good time yesterday!

Mollie’s series with Cora and her crafting ideas always inspire me to try something new. This collage I made was for the release of the last book and her new one comes out on Tuesday.

Tommy has been collecting all the flat smallish river rocks he can find and we now had a really big sack full of them! So we looked at a lot of ideas on Pinterest, which somehow spun into pinning about 30 more ideas for a Spiderman themed birthday part for the 4-year-old. Again.

But we got all the rocks out and I had already washed them in dish soap and bleach, so we knew we had to put down a base coat of paint for them to have something for the markers to stick to.

So after trying out several different paint brushes, we found the ones that worked the best. It’s always the one you have two of. They must be the same and the rocks must be the same size. I learned this the hard way when the four-year old was on the floor doing what I thought was the child’s resting yoga pose and the 7-year-old informed me that he was having a melt down. No noise, no whining. Just laid down like a cat and stayed there. It’s called Peaceful Protest. I like it.

But we finally managed to get all of the rocks thoroughly covered in the white paint on both sides and now they will dry until Monday. Mainly because I need more colors of paint because someone wants to paint Thor and we don’t have Tan for his hand.

We had some tea of course and a chocolate pudding that Tommy had made and Charli Ava wondered out loud if he had meant it to be brownie mix.

At one point she began to walk like the soldiers in the North Korean army and her dad was like What the heck are you doing? Where did you learn that? Do not ever do that again. It’s not a nice thing to do because bad people use it to make other people afraid.

I thought she was being a nutcracker so I kept my mouth shut. Finally we all piled on the bed and watched some movie about a stork that was pretty funny. Then out of nowhere the four-year old says, Did you know that Grandpa B**** is daddy’s daddy? Why yes, I said, I was married to him. To which he replied, That’s gross, aren’t you glad you got away from him cause he’s really old!?  God, I love this child so much!

How was your Wednesday?


Let silence be the art you practice..Rumi

I love this quote. So often silence is the best option. And it does take a lot of practice to stay silent and listen. Too often we are just waiting for a break in the conversation to stick our own views in. But it’s in the silence that one hears.

To be able to quiet your mind and be fully present in the moment and what you are doing is the gift that tea gives us! It’s during tea that problems are discussed, dreams shared and sorrows are lessened just a bit. Tea may not be able to solve the problem, but the act of having tea gives you a chance to share and listen and sometimes that’s all people want. Just someone to listen. You don’t have to solve everything, just listen.

Listen and Be Kind. It’s not so hard.

xx Patricia     20170215_100015


Making Tea and Calming the Soul

“On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions upon it, by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing. “~Frances Hodgson Burnett, Sara Crewe; or What Happened at Miss Minchin’s

Nothing quite calms the soul and stirs the imagination like the preparation and sharing of tea. This is one of my favorite book quotes about tea. It can truly change a bad day to a peaceful day within minutes.

Be mindful of what things steal your peace and what things restore it.

Love and Tea!   Patricia

Really Game of Thrones? Really?


Yes, today is one of those face down in the breakfast kind of days. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the damn solar eclipse. One of the dragons died last night and sorry if that’s a spoiler for you. But I slept like crap and woke up feeling unbelievably sad.

What’s going to happen now? The ending was a little Whaaaat???? How can I even process this? How can you guys do this to us so close to the end of the season?

So we are in mourning in our house. And since I am incredibly grateful that my corneal graft is hanging in there still, I’m not sticking a box on my head and going outside to watch the eclipse. I think we did that when we were little, but I am not sure why.

If you have a dimmer switch in your house everyday can be an eclipse! And I don’t appreciate the fact that I can’t go outside until this is over. I really need to run off this horrible grief I’m feeling over the dragon.

Instead I am stuck in the house waiting for someone to hack the next GoT! Come on guys, I need to know!   My grief has eclipsed the eclipse.

I may be a bit buzzy from all of the Breakfast Tea I’ve had this morning so I’m probably going to just go read a book and try to put this all in perspective.

Hope your Monday is going well. For me this is Friday so that means I’ll have the husband here for two straight days. Although I’m sure he’s working on a plan to be somewhere else so he won’t have to listen to me rant and rave about said dragon.

xx Patricia