My High Maintenance Habit

FIRST: Thank you to everyone who liked or commented on my post yesterday. I received the most likes I’ve ever received, but more importantly, I want you to know that I felt re-energized to continue to use this blog as a place to practice writing. I appreciate you taking the time to click like or comment and send some good energy out to a stranger. You rock.

Now for the blog post:

I have been called high maintenance in the past. But honestly, and frankly, the guys who told me that can go suck the handle of public bathroom toilet. SUCK IT!!

I’m not high maintenance; I yam what I yam, to quote the forever wise Popeye the Sailor. I truly am not high maintenance, at least not overall, but I do have one thing that I require: high quality tea stuffs. All the stuffs: the kettle, the tea, the honey, the mugs. It all must be divine.

In 2016, I visited Bergen, Norway for a few days and had this amazing rose tea at a restaurant. That tea changed my life, even though I’ve never found that exact tea ever again.

I have been able to find some close substitutions, however, thanks to a visit to the Twinings store in London last year. Now, I sometimes order some tea to be shipped to me, all the way from the UK, to my US doorstep.

Believe it or not, international shipping for tea is very affordable. You can get an entire box full of tea shipped from the UK for about $16. I order tea maybe twice a year, so the cost isn’t that bad.

Today, Santa Claus aka the mailman brought my box of tea boxes. Check out my tea haul.

Someone had to hand write on this box that it was filled with tea and was safe to transport internationally. Thanks, Maybel (is that what the writing says?)!



A box of drinkable treasures…let’s look at all the tea I ordered. 20180217_185810


I plan to drink this tea when I’m feeling very fancy. I can’t open this box without a finger or two in the air. How cute, there’s a RIBBON! I’m so excited.



This is the tea that I drank tonight. I opened this box because green tea has a bit less caffeine that black tea and it is kind of too late to drink a lot of caffeine. But, I had to open a box! Boy, oh, boy, this stuff is SO SMOOTH. I added a little sugar, but not too much. Mmmm! Also, this box was slightly damaged, so that’s another reason why I opened it first.



This tea is the closest that I’ve found to the elusive (and possibly out of production) rose tea that I had in Bergen. This tea is also mega smooth; I mean if your tongue had fingers, drinking this tea would be the equivalent of touching silk while listening to Barry White. Get the picture? SMOOTH AF!



My second favorite tea blend is any of the Greys: Earl or Lady, or if there are any others. I am not a tea aficionado; I don’t know everything about every blend of tea. Earl Grey is what first turned me on to hot tea. I had it and thought, hmm, tea is not just meant to be sweetened and iced, like we do here in the Southern United States? I’ve been a fan of hot tea ever since.

I am looking forward to trying this Earl Grey in the morning. Ah! Another reason (aside from not wanting to die, of course) to be thankful to wake up in the morning.


What do you think of my haul? Do you have a favorite flavor of tea?

And just like before, if you’ve read this far, leave me a comment or hit LIKE! I’d love to know that you’re out there!

And, if you have an idea for a blog post for me to write about, let me know!

Until tomorrow, my friends…


What It’s Like: Medical Visits Alone

Have you ever been to the doctor all by yourself? Maybe for a check up or for something more serious?

In my opinion, it’s not the greatest feeling in the world, but it’s one that I know very, very well.

I can’t remember how I felt, as a child, when my momma would take me to the doctor. I am willing to bet, however, that I wasn’t as grateful as I should have been.

Going to the doctor for any reason at all kind of sucks. I am very thankful to have easy access to medical care, but is there a place I can go get easy access to the emotional support that I sometimes need before or after an appointment?

The obvious answer is to ask a friend or family member, but who wants to be a big ass whiner and ask for company to go to the doctor? Especially when you’re old enough to drive yourself and have the funds to pay your own co-pay?

Today, I went to the “doc in a box” to get my insect bites checked out. Thankfully, my foot did not fall off over night and the doctor said I was fine and sent me on my way with some itch medicine.

As I sat there, just looking around, trying to read the pamphlets without actually touching one (because flu season), I realized that I wasn’t feeling sad or lonely. I felt like I was doing something routine by going to the doctor alone.

This realization made me feel an odd mix of relief (yay for not feeling lonely) and concern (have I lost touch with a part of my emotions? Is another one of my interpersonal needs slipping away?).

I was called back into the examination room before I could figure it out and I still have no idea, as of this entry.

What do you think?

Until tomorrow, my friends…