Eccentric Tea Woman

  Tea Muse: (fanning herself with a magazine as she's laid out on the couch) Good grief, it's too hot outside! Frederica: (sipping a glass of ice-cold water) Quite.  Me: Well, at least we've got all these fans blowing air on us . . . . Tea Muse: (glaring at me) Me: Alright fine, fine! Well, how about if we go somewhere cooler?  Frederica: May I suggest a quick dip in the pool at the community center? Tea Muse: (grumbling) I don't have a bathing suit. Me: Okay . . . . so how about if we go to a bookstore? It'll be freezing inside! Tea Muse: (grumbling) Don't have any money. Frederica: (finishes her water then throws a piece of ice at Tea Muse) Alright, Miss Grumpy Pants, do YOU have any ideas? Because honestly, both I and Kimberly came up with some rather good ideas for you! Tea Muse: (giving us death stares) James: (coming out of his office) Here, have some money for ice cream! (returns to his office) Tea Muse: Yay, thanks, James!  Me: Woot! Frederica: (looking

  When I am about to embark on something new, I get so excited about it. For several days, I will devote much time and energy to the project in question, only to later notice how I may forget to work on it for one day. That one day extends into several and before I know it, I've forgotten to practice my violin, or paint enso, or promote my tea company on social media, or whatever is right in front of me. For years, I couldn't figure out why I procrastinated, especially when it involved something that I truly enjoyed. I literally found the answer yesterday - it's not about being lazy but rather being consistent. Apparently, many people have this problem due to focusing on the outcome rather than the process. I felt as though a light went off in my mind. The article was right: I was more focused on playing the song Eleanor Rigby on my violin rather than enjoying the learning process of getting there. I was more concerned with my tea company making money than actually enjoyin

  When Abby declared that she was now the proud owner of an acoustic bicycle, I rolled my eyes and congratulated her on finally getting that last badge that would claim her to be a Black Hipster. She looked at me as though I had just told the funniest joke. You're just jealous that you didn't know the term, she laughed. At that moment, I wanted to leave but instead replied with - I've heard that snarky ass term before, thank you very much. In fact, I added with my own spoon of snark as I leaned forward on the table, I first heard it when I hung out with that really cool singer-songwriter, you know the one? Now she rolled her eyes at me, giving me full permission to continue on my soapbox. Yeah, yeah, the one who talked about planting wildflowers every time someone purchased her CDs. THAT one. So, Abby replied, I guess you're now going to save the planet, stop eating burgers, and plant a fucking tree every time someone farts? How very original, Wendell . The way she said

 I received word today that the gods and goddesses of old were still among us.  They have witnessed what we humans have become and now they want nothing more to do with us. Some of us, however, are worth "saving" and it is those precious few on whom they bestow their madness upon.  These precious few shriek and scream and dance among colours we have yet to see.  These precious few tell us that we are being watched and we give them a tin foil hat.  These precious few tell us that THEY can see us and we shun the messenger. I lied; I am one of the proud few, the one who can see them.  I refuse to scream but instead, give my gods flowers while they whisper words into my ears that will turn into books that no one can comprehend. I want to run away and hide yet they will always find me. I want to be normal and talk over a water cooler yet they laugh at my foolishness. All I can do is love my deities. All I can do is dream about my new life. All I can do.  All.  Viridian Tea Company