Tea: A Gateway Drug…

It’s Friday! You made it through another week! Raise a cup for that! I have to say this Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice Tea is a real winner for me! The smell alone had me smiling. It will definitely be a Fall/Winter staple at my house!

The other day when I was searching through all the tea sites I found this recipe for using Celestial Seasonings Cinnamon Apple Spice Tea with Fireball for a hot toddy. Heck yeah! That idea is getting  used this football season.

Yesterday to keep my mind occupied I started Fall cleaning. I took the refrigerator apart and cleaned it and labelled all of the bins. Same with the stove only I didn’t label it since we aren’t really that close. Scrubbed every cupboard in the house. Got the slip covers on the sofas, got all clean pillows and bedding, and cleaned all the vents. And you won’t believe this but I already have dinner done for tonight! Yep, I put it in the crock pot last night and this morning Voila! dinner!

Tonight we are going to see the Kingsmen sequel. I loved the first one so much I’ve seen it like 5 times. And I never watch anything more than once. If you have Netflix, you should really watch The Five by Harlan Coben. It was on Sky TV in the UK last year and I think on Canal in France. I watched it more than once. It is just as wonderful as his books. So if you get a chance watch it!

Have a great Friday! Make someone elses day great too. Smile! Be Kind! Do what you can to help just one person today.

xx Patricia  bluebird

 

New Autumn Teas and Some Old Favorites! It’s Fall Y’all!

According to ‘people’ it’s Fall. Or Autumn, whichever you prefer. It’s still hot as hades here and humid too, but we are not going to complain at all when we know our fellow human beings are having a pretty rough time of it this month.

It can be overwhelming. Which is always where tea comes in. A few precious moments to sit and think healing thoughts for our neighbors and our planet. A time out from the constant barrage of bad news. You will drive yourself crazy if you don’t.

My favorites are the Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon and the Tazo Baked Cinnamon Apples. Although I won’t say no to any of them!

For those of you keeping track, I had a stitch taken out of my eye yesterday. Only 13 left to go. Yesterday was one of those at the eye surgeons office for hours days. We marked time by how many HGTV shows came on. And people watched. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I did notice that there are quite a lot of people who wear their pajamas and house slippers in public. I just can’t figure this phenomenon out. Every time I leave the house I hear my Momma’s voice in my head asking if my undergarments match. But these folks aren’t even getting dressed! I’m pretty sure this is where the break down in our society is coming from. People not even caring if they have on clothes, must less making sure they match! I tried to ask one why, but OU Boy was there reminding me to Be Nice. Which is apparently something he believes he has to do to save Oklahoma from me pointing out the obvious

Anyway, the taking out of the stitch makes OU Boy queasy so he leaves the room. To make up for that he took me to the new Super Grocery Store that just popped up across the street from Wal-mart. They had bulk bins for everything! Organic, GF, Dairy Free and it was all so nice and clean! They even had an in-house Sushi Chef and let me tell you, I may not be into the gas station sushi, but this stuff was amazing! I ate two samples and then bought some for dinner. I also bought a few of every root vegetable they had, as it is that season. Then I got to the check out and the lady had to ask me what each and every item was. Seriously? You have never seen a turnip or a parsnip or a beet for craps sake?

It was about that time that OU Boy pointed out we may need to just hush and go on home and take a Xanax. So we did. Then we snuggled up on the sofa and watched television while I moaned and whined about how bad my eye hurt. He was happy to put me to bed. He was gone when I got up and it is his day off, so I’m not sure if he’s just had enough or I forgot he had somewhere to be.

Have a good Wednesday and Be Nice! Be Thankful!

xx Patricia

 

The Magic of Tea

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I don’t know who wrote this lovely poem, but it has proven to be true on more than one occasion.

Today I am at odds. I don’t know why. Maybe because my routine was disrupted for a few days. I don’t know. I am just in a mood. Sometimes that happens when I get so into a story line or a character that it takes me a bit to come out of it.

So for now I’m going to brew a pot and just be.

xx Patricia     Aaaarrrghh!

Shhhhh….the word of the day!

I can’t even tell you how many times I have said that word today. And it’s not even 10 a.m. here. I shouldn’t even be up. This is obscene! Outrageous! Four cups of English Breakfast Tea have been consumed.

OU Boy is fresh off his teams glorious win last night and my team is still off due to Hurricane Irma. He sent me a text and said he found a snake in the pool and I begged him to bring it in the house as I really want a low maintenance pet.

Yesterday was soccer game day and we had errands to run so we were off to the Library to pick up every single Goosebumps pre-loaded little players for later and then as much as I hated it we had to stop by Wal-Mart. We had to go through the entire toy section where children turn into whining, begging heathens. We got out of there with only one Spiderman and one Barbie and left about a quarter of our sanity.

Next up was pizza. Now I knew nothing about Pied Piper Pizza, except it is new in our neighborhood. Once we got inside we found out it was an updated Chuckey Cheese on a Saturday night and there were at least 5 birthday parties going on as well as the gambling in the back where you pay $20 for coins to get tickets to trade for a cheap key chain. At some point I just left and went to the car. Another mother came too as she understood that this was some portal to hell.

So everyone got bathed, brushed and put to bed with their little movies and we took drugs because we don’t have any alcohol. Don’t get all excited. He took his blood pressure meds and I palmed a Xanax without a beverage!

This morning at 5 a.m. the 4-year-old woke us up carrying a bag of donuts. And a Spiderman. He actually wanted to eat. OU Boy took care of that as he was getting up anyway. Then he told them not to wake me up. Then it became a challenge to see who could wake me up the fastest.

Now I feel like a zombie and am planning on bribing them to take a nap or maybe I’ll just take them to Mass. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow….check the mental hospital.

xx Patricia     Have a fun day and Be Kind!

Having a cup of Earl Grey and Talking Respect!

If you don't care for tea you could at least make polite conversation

Although I can’t imagine anyone out there not liking tea, I know there are some that don’t, but we can still make some polite conversation!

I’m trying to remember exactly when  the country went to hell. I’m also trying to remember when parents stopped teaching their children to say ” Yes M’am” and “No, Sir” and saying Please and Thank You and not calling adults by their first names.

In other words, when did we forget about being polite? Being well-mannered? Teaching our children to respect themselves and others? And I know it’s not me, since one of my boys was dating a young teacher who had a child. He called me to ask those same questions. “Mom, she never says please or thank you and is just rude and obnoxious to be around. What do I do?” Well my darling boy there isn’t a thing you can do. It isn’t your child and you just need to get out of there and go find yourself a good Southern girl.

Him:” Like Britney Spears? I think she’s crazy but just enough that I would have a chance with her.”

Me: Yep, you go do that. She may be bat shit crazy, but I bet her children have manners.

Of course in the south these things are just bred into us. To be rude to someone is a horrible offense. But I grew up knowing I respected myself and others. Didn’t mean I had to like them or agree with them. But I respected them as I respect all life.

We need to seriously get down to the job of educating our children about Respect. For themselves and others.

That’s my rant of the day as I am trying to refinish some tables and I have two rowdy children on the way over.

Be nice. Be kind. Be Polite. Be Respectful. Don’t Drink and Drive. And as my Grandpa says, “Don’t bend over in the garden, Ma, you know those ‘taters have eyes!”

xx Patricia

CHICKADEE CHICKADEE BANG BANG:A Bird Lover’s Mystery by J.R.Ripley

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Ruby Lake, North Carolina, might be the perfect place to go birdwatching during autumn, but it’s also a habitat for murder . . .

Ruby Lake, North Carolina, might be the perfect place to go birdwatching during autumn, but it’s also a habitat for murder . . .

As Birds & Bees owner Amy Simms guides a half-hearted birding group around Ruby Lake, rumors soon start flying about the annual Fall Festival’s classic car and tractor show. Local eccentric Chick Sherman—boasting the hottest ride in town—has ruffled feathers by mysteriously entering the contest, and curious Amy hatches a plan to sneak a glimpse at the phantom automobile before the big event kicks off . . .

But competition turns deadly when Amy finally spots the sleek ’56 El Morocco—and it’s on top of Chick’s very dead body. With her neighbor and business partner framed as the murderer and priceless Audubon prints suddenly missing from Chick’s home, only Amy can identify the telltale markings of a killer before another hapless victim is plucked from the flock . . .

I am seriously considering moving to Ruby Lake! They have more fun events than any small town I have ever lived in!

It’s time for the annual Fall Festival with the Tractor and Car Show being one of the most popular and competitive events.

As our Amy is leading a group of birdwatchers in the park most of the group is looking at a Chickadee in the tree. Karl and Floyd however have spotted something white and teal that definitely is not a bird, but a ’57 Chevy Bel Air going down the street.

Karl and Floyd soon have Amy taking them to find their own oldie but goodie so for once they can be part of the parade of cars. Even Amy’s sweetie and her neighbor Paul have caught the car fever.

When Amy decides to sneak a peek at this mysterious El Morroco that Chick supposedly has the first person she runs into is Chick. Plan fouled. But when she returns to find her cell phone she finds Chick dead under the coveted car.

By now even the police chief is used to Amy snooping around crime scenes, so at least she isn’t being kept out of the loop, but there are always some shady folks hanging around this tiny town and the suspect list even includes some locals. But don’t worry because our girl Amy will peck around like a bird after a worm until she finds the truth!

We are in book 5 in this series now and the characters are developing nicely and I learned about another lovely bird.

Job well done Mr. Ripley!

Netgalley/Kensington/Lyrical Underground    Release Date is September 12, 2017

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THIS PIRATE

Good Monday Morning to you all! Today’s tea is brought to you by Ahmad Tea. Lemon Ginger to be exact because someone and I’m not mentioning names….made brownies at bedtime last night and how could I not eat one! So now I am suffering from Sugar Shock.

Sugar and I hate each other. It does horrible things to my body. I’m pretty sure the brownie making stunt ( which he said was fudge) was in retaliation for my forcing him to eat pasta with sautéed sausage and peppers. Or maybe because I send him pictures of what I’m eating during the day.

This is my day. Yesterday I had caviar and tiny toasts for breakfast because I was reading a Russian book. And because I only had 3 tiny toasts left and it seemed a reasonable breakfast.  At lunch, I roasted brussel sprouts, fresh green beans and celery with a bit of sea salt and herbes de provance.

I also opened the blinds to find a Stormtrooper peeking in my window. I guess if you must have a peeper, a stormtrooper isn’t a bad one to have. Now he is sitting in the tea cupboard after having a bath, since lord only knows where he actually came from.

OU Boy brought home flowers, which to be honest he does pretty much every Sunday. He’s thoughtful like that. Plus he thought we were having Spaghetti. Like “normal” people eat. ( His words).

The gorgeous tiny boxes of macarons were the Sweet Ending to Mollie and Taylors wedding reception. A wedding which was planned for 500. On the day OU played Ohio. Mollie and Taylor are not sports fans. Less than 275 people showed up. Everyone else was in Ohio or screaming Boomer Sooner in the yard.

Welcome to a day in my life.  I know we’ll all be writing about and thinking about 9/11. I’m not going to do that. I will offer a prayer. I will be thankful that my son and daughter came home intact from a war that this day started. I will remember my cousin who didn’t come home intact. And all of the other sons and daughters who lost their lives and continue to lose their lives.

Be Nice. Be Compassionate. Be Grateful.

xx Patricia

 

Love, Soccer and Catfish…Just Go With It!

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Well it’s Friday again Y’all. And storms are just stacking up like planes on a tarmac to take a swipe at our loved ones and homes. So let me say I am holding you all in my heart and feel free to share your anxiety with me!

I am lucky to be surrounded by people who know exactly how nutso I am and remind me everyday that my only saving grace is that I am cute and keep  a clean house. Seriously though I know I’m not nutso. I just live with anxiety. And hurricanes are the first trigger of mine. Is it a realistic anxiety? Yes, because I’ve lived through many of them and been displaced by a few. Is there anything I can do to stop the event? No. I’m not Mother Nature ( I know this is a shock to my  children). So how can I manage my anxiety? I spend time with people who make me laugh so hard I can’t breathe. I drink lots of calming herbal tea. I read books with intricate plots that keep me focused. And if I need to I’ll pop a Xanax.

Plus it helps to share with all of you! Last night was the 7 year olds soccer practice. Now these kids have a flow going. No one was watching ants or triggering the littlest boy over his relationship with his shin guards. They did what they were supposed to do.

But little bit, who thinks I live to make his life easier, was there too. He still hates soccer he says. But he loves kicking the ball. We’ve decided he just doesn’t like to play with others. He’s a solitary sportsman. Like a Tiger Woods, only with morals. I’m the one who brings chairs, blankets, snacks, drinks and a loaded personal DVD player for the 4-year-old. And he expects it. So last night we stopped off and grabbed Po Boys for dinner to bring to the field.  I left mine in the truck. For over an hour. I will never get that smell out of my hair and I’ll probably never eat catfish again.

The funniest portion of the evening was towards the end of practice when I’m standing right on the sideline cheering my little ginger on and the 4-year-old starts yelling,” We’re missing Big Brother and its double eviction night!” Now there is no way I would let this boy watch that show so I turned around to see his Papa laughing hysterically. Nice one.

Be safe today and please let us know you are safe if you are in the path of these storms. We kind of care about y’all now!

xx Patricia

Be Useful. Be Honorable. Be Compassionate. And Have Some Tea!

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Today is going to be one of those many pots of tea days! I am intentionally not turning on the television or I’ll be a puddle of anxiety on the floor. Hurricanes are my  trigger. The biggest one. Too many  horrible things have happened during hurricanes and now it looks like they are lining up one after the other to pound us.

I’m tired of hearing people tell the good  folks of Florida to just leave. If only it was that simple. It’s gridlock down there right now and gas is in short supply. So let’s do what we can to help out. There is always something you can do. Always!

Today is Thursday which means the 7-year-old starts soccer practice tonight. This should be much better than the 4-year-old. These kids are playing for points and wins. And Lord help  us  all  as she is her father’s daughter and will call you out on any rule infringement you make. They are both “actually” people. As in, “Actually, Ms. Keating, you can’t tell a student they can’t go  to the bathroom, according to Section 5C of the handbook.” Yep, my kid was nicknamed the high school lawyer. Adored by students, tolerated by teachers and a huge source of entertainment for the principal. Mr. Denly found it difficult to punish the boy when he couldn’t stop laughing. I was never so happy when he graduated to high school and got the heck out of the  school I was teaching in.

It’s back to work  today but tonight is Networking After Dark and it’s Scotch and Cigar Tasting night! As for our weather, it’s much like my baseball team, just shut up and don’t say anything about them. We’re just holding our collective breath over here hoping Mother Nature will think we have already been slammed enough  and the Cubbies go back to the World Series.

Be Nice today. A lot of people are anxious right now, be kind to them. Offer them a cup of tea and some love. WE really are all in this together. So let’s act like it.

xx Patricia

Lust, Lamps, Soccer and Irma

Image result for bronze buffet lamps  Yes, that is a lamp. I have been lusting after this lamp since I saw it on Pinterest. I needed wanted 2 of this tall buffet style lamp and I did not want to pay $200 for the joy of owning it. So yesterday I went in search of said lamp at a better price.

OU Boy had the entire day off and we had nothing earth shattering to do until the 4 year olds soccer practice at 6 p.m. We slurped down our tea and hit the road. For all of 5 minutes. Now that I can see things I couldn’t for a year, I’m always excited to point them all out to the driver and it apparently drives them nuts. As I said we were 5 minutes down the road and he turned to me and said,” Did you take your meds?” Well, no, I don’t take meds in the morning, just at bedtime. “Then I need to stop by the house and take some meds myself” was his reply!

So with everyone medicated we struck out to all the places you would generally find lamps and nothing under the $200 mark,  so I decided we would go to every thrift store in the area. And Lord Have Mercy at the final one there sat my lamps. Two of them! No shades but the exact lamps. I paid a grand total of $8 for both of them. It was really easy to find the shades, and now I have two lovely buffet lamps for under $20 each! Seriously one of these suckers was $209! The cheap skate in me was in Nirvana!

As I said it was the 4 year olds first soccer practice, which is basically 10 other 4 year olds carrying their balls around and tossing  them in the net, losing their shin guards every 5 minutes, looking at the clouds or in the case of ours, laid out on the blanket saying he just couldn’t go on with this. When Papa in all his wisdom tried to reason with him comparing soccer to golf, things got heated. ” But I love golf. And I hate soccer!” Do that in a whiney voice, okay? After bribing him with snacks, and telling him how hurt his Coach/Dad would be if his little boy wouldn’t play soccer,then it was my turn. ” Get your ass out there on that field right now or when you get home your Daddy is going to tear that ass up!” Boom! Done!

All in all by the end of practice, the kids were at least talking to each other and were keeping their balls on the ground. One little boy thought he was trying out for the NFL obviously. Everytime he kicked his ball in the net he did a very well thought out end zone dance. Go Lamont! There are girls on the team too. So we’ll see how this plays out on Thursday.

While we joke and are living our lives as normal ( okay that may have been a stretch to say normal) we are still keeping our prayer chains going for not only Texas, but all the people about to be smacked by Irma. Which includes my family. I was told by a Red Cross lady that they have so many supplies, but they need cash and people. These folks can’t just go back home. They need money for hotels, apartments, medications and transportation.

Also the fires in the western states are destroying lives and property. I’m just going to sit right here in the middle of Oklahoma and hope we don’t get some crazy tornado outbreak!

Be safe. Love each other. Do what you can.