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Tea Score and Tincture at Sundrip Tea Spot

Yay!! I finally was able to refill my lapsang souchong. This seems extra smokey but still good. I prefer Teavana but who on earth has that kind of money? I first came across this tea after someone purchased from Teavana but didn’t like it. I inherit teas this way all the time.

A few months ago I received a nice present in the mail called Chamomile Bloom Herbal Tea. That is one beautiful tea. The florals in it are …beautiful which meant I was going to have to eventually have some more of that stuff. I looked at the ingredients list. I now have them all.

If you understand how to read a recipe or ingredients list then you can duplicate packaged tea. Getting as close as possible or duplicating teas means I don’t have to spend a small fortune on this passion of mine. I can mix some up as I go or I can mix a larger amount of herbs and store it as a Sundrip Tea. I’ll have to start calling these Sundrip Tea. lol.

A friend purchased a grocery store brand called Berry & Ancient Flowers. It’s a green tea by Private Selection. I’m not crazy about blueberry unless its yogurt, but the strong florals make the blueberry tolerable for me. Knowing I may want the tea again, I had to check the ingredients and see if I had everything. I did, with the exception of Calendula which appears to be helpful in several ways. I noticed that Calendula has warnings for people on sedatives, high blood pressure medication and those with diabetes.

Even though I’ve got a knowledgeable individual guiding me, I still make mistakes with homeopathy. The difficulty is one brought up when I was in Culinary School. There is a severe lack of standards and regulations, and people tend to forget that these flowers are medicine. Done correctly, homeopathy has done me a world of good, especially for my situation. But, mistakes in dosing or conflicts with pharmaceuticals can cause serious and other times humorous side effects. This is my segue to a part I’ll call, “How to know if you’ve taken too much turmeric tincture” aka “Good Lord I can’t stop throwing up my internal organs.”

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humble home. pizza-giggle. pets

My cab driver said the most shallow thing I’ve ever heard. She said, “If I could ask God for anything, I’d ask him for a big butt.” ….. cue the crickets…….. I gave no reply. I mean really, what do you say to that? Screw world peace, forget curing cancer, feeding the hungry, releasing the oppressed, give me a bubble butt! Child please, I’m not on enough medication for crap like this.

I will have my guest here Wednesday. It hit me that I’m a bit shy about my humble home. I told Dr. D today that I struggled with having someone come that might expect more. I’m not poor, I’m destitute. I’ve heard about this poverty line but I think, like Big Foot, it’s an urban legend. Has anyone ever seen it? As a child, the mother’s income saw us way above it. Despite bouts of homelessness she kept her position, strange, but she did. I almost detest money until I need it. I told Dr. D that my needs are primarily emotional and spiritual. I have very little use for …things….

This individual will come here and meet me with no pretenses, no complications, just me and the walls that hold the things that make me tick. Eventually I returned to my center and stopped the whole garbage about my home being too humble. Jordan will handle the artist that’s visiting us.

Dr. D asked if I still feel suicidal. I said yes. He asked if I am going to act on it. I said no but I’m surprised at the length of time these thoughts have lingered.

Car accident number two in one week. Lesson learned: never ride with someone while they’re very, very manic. I actually screamed out, “Oh no, Jehovah, this is going to hurt!” She started laughing. It did hurt and still does. Can I get in a car and not slam into something? When she’s not driving recklessly we have a total blast. I really enjoy her company.

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Life here at Sundrip

Art is a huge part of what I do but it’s not all I do. Here are photos of some of the things that keep me going. Some might call it an apartment but I see it as 650 sq feet of creative space.

Wide view of the dining room.
I am very pleased to welcome to my home, an artist who I will meet for the first time in person. I’m anxious and excited. Actually, I’m a tad bit star struck. I will not supply photos but I will gush and be all thrilled to have her here. Since ya’ll aren’t comin’ (that was terrible), I thought I’d give you a little peek into this world of mine.

Part of the dining room table.
These are some of the more than 20 rescued succulents from the grocery store purchased for $4.00. They will need time to get well rooted and start growing stronger.
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On Attitude and Using One’s Voice

I was somewhat angry and agitated about meeting with Dr Yes when it wasn’t planned until the last minute. I feared abandonment with shaming. I also thought, I can go in there and talk to them calmly and see what can be done.

I got there. I put on my skirt and blouse, arranged my hair, got on the earrings, grabbed my shoulder bag and arrived on time. When I got there I was told it was a mistake, the automated machine called when it shouldn’t have. They said, we do have your script though. I said, I really feel like I need to talk to Dr. Yes about the phone conversation. With four women in the room I said, do any of you know who I spoke to? Who was it that I spoke to extensively about the medication? All of them said it wasn’t them. I said, I spoke to someone who was forceful and demeaning. One woman said, “You spoke to Robin.” I said, okay. Still calm I explained that she questioned the script, told me I wasn’t doing anything for myself and did I expect to take these pills for the rest of my life? I said to the woman at the desk. I’ll have this illness for the rest of my life, but the point is, the way that woman spoke to me caused me to want to fire Dr. Yes because I thought that information was coming from him. She said, this isn’t new, you need to speak to the office manager. I said, ok. The way I felt that day talking to her isn’t the first time I hung up feeling horrible about myself.

Back in the manager’s office I sent went through the entire store. The manager then said, “I’ve had enough of Robin, enough is enough.” She explained that its not the first time and that the formal complaint will go in her personnel file.  Continue reading

Hot Chocolate Angels and Mary Jane

This is a nothing entry….something to toss up here so I can stamp time saying I was here.

So we’re here, hanging around and its time for a cup of hot chocolate. Snow goes to get the cups and says, “You don’t have any hot chocolate. Faith, it’s empty.”
Me – “What, no, there should be a little bit left.
Snow – “No”
she said admittedly, “It’s empty.”
I was like, “No! Why? Whyyyy?”

Turns out I had no hot chocolate, twas true. It was empty. There was nothing but a spoon with trace particles of multisyllabic chemicals, synthetic fillers and artificial coloring. The world had dealt its last blow, a sucker punch!

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What? Argh! I’m just here to shop

I was at the store and a lady asked me what was wrong. I told her I have Lupus. She kept ringing me up. I was wearing headphones which is a clue that I don’t want to talk, but it didn’t work that way.

Cashier – Did you break your back?
Me. I have Lupus
Cashier – That hurts, doesn’t it?
Me – Oh yeah.
Cashier – When’s the last time you had sex?

Of course this shocked me because I don’t know this woman from Adam so I turned my head to the left….confused….then to the right….confused. I put my hand over my mouth in shock, head still going left then right trying to wrap my brain around this question from a total stranger.  After a long silence I said,, “Um, wow.” Then with all the irritation I could muster and a deep sigh I said,

Really? Seriously? (deep sigh)….please, just ring me up before I fall over…
Cashier – You looked like you were in a lot of pain the last time you were here. Are you better now?

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F-bomb and Cookies

This is an entry that has me giggling before I even get it started. It appears that a person desires limiting her use of the F-bomb. Let me tell you this, not five years ago I used the f-bomb like a comma. If I was angry it was even worse. It would go something to this affect: “Do you want some f-bomb milk with those f-bomb cookies?” I mean to tell you, if f-bombs could destroy the earth, we’d have zombies and the Apocalypse by means of my mouth. I mean I was droppin’ ’em. I spoke ‘curse’ like it was my mother tongue.

when i finally snap - Facebook When I decided I wanted to live as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses it meant significant changes. I was worried I couldn’t do it. I was worried about my mouth, my tobacco addiction, use of my middle digit and my life style. Who knew I’d love being a JW so much? Even so, I’m still a work in progress. Slowly but surely I tackled some issues. This entry deals with cleaning up my mouth.

Oh that language of mine.
I truly wanted to clean up my language but I needed help. I asked my best friend of 16 years not to curse around me. Yup, sure did. The goal and change was my own, not hers, so I was appreciative when she gifted me the request. And yes, she slipped up, but I didn’t wag my finger.

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Plaid Pajamas. Shelters. Sharing.

I did it again. I bartered. 🙂

Well, I’ve been needing some warmer clothing. I needed several pair of sweat pants and some long sleeve shirts. I’d unfortunately gotten down to 2 pair of pants and 4 long sleeve shirts. I was worried about the shirts I have because they were being used to go to the doctor, wear at home and paint in. I saw their expiration date coming up real soon. I was certainly worried.

I was going around in the same pants but that didn’t bother me too much because I like the fit and the color so I was good with that. Of course I wasn’t happy to only have 2 pair of pants but at least I was happy with what I had. Anyway…..a woman I know who is aware of my bartering program traded art for some very, very nice stuff. I am now the proud owner of 5 new pair of pants, 5 long sleeve shirts, a night gown with roses (eyes roll back), and to top it off, I finally have a pair of pink, plaid pajama bottoms. I’m so happy!!! It all fits, the colors are spot on and I’m very happy with the trade.

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Watercolor and Plastic People

I added some of the moss to a very dry tree limb I’ve had for about three years. It usually holds a plant on top but it now has moss in the cracks of it. I’ve been trying to keep it moist. I added moss to a few pieces of bog wood, found strips of bark and several rocks. I like some of it but I think what I really want to do is make the area around my doll house a living yard. At least I could then make the little fence and add stuff here and there. I’ll have to waterproof the house, especially the bottom. I want it contained though, not open sided. The place the doll house sits is perfect, it’s in a perfect spot but I’ll definitely need something shallow to hold a tiny bit of soil and then the moss. I’ve got great stones for a stone walk and to do the bottom of the house. I’m having a lot of fun. The curtains are from material from the curtains in my bedroom. There’s plenty of it so I had to make curtains for the house. Oh, and I’ve been doing tiny paintings because even doll houses should have original art. There will be a doll house fish tank in there, too. I looked up how to do it. 🙂 Continue reading

Creative Tools. Postal Worker Thugin’ It

I love the new watercolor set. They’re absolutely beautiful. I’ll work with those more as I wait for the palette knives to come in. For some reason the guy on Amazon needs until January 31st to mail these things. Is he literally in the Amazon? For crying out loud! Well, I’ve got a painting in my head that’s not going to wait that long so I’m about to get creative with tools. I’ve routinely seen strange looking spatulas and such in the silverware section of Goodwill. The 20th I have to see the doctor and there’s a big Goodwill right over there so I’ll hop in there and look through the 59 cent silverware box for items that will make fun textures.

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