Tea and Wii

I'm finding an odd clash between my two most comforting pursuits of late. In the past, my tea has been my drug of choice. It replaced my smoking, it required repeated trips to the Asian grocery store and brave adventures for my tastebuds. Who knew artichoke tea would taste like chocolate? Since when are mushrooms "intense" in flavor? I used to choose a tea, make a pot, and snuggle into my fuzzy, crushed velvet, orange chair in front of the computer and blog about whatever was on my mind or wander off into the escape of one of my gleefully childish computer games.

It's all over now.

Since I got addicted to the Wii, my addiction to the tea is not compatible. Has anyone been able to Wii and drink anything? Ever? My tea gets cold, or my Wii game runs amok in the short second it takes to pause and take a sip.

And what's with the Wii 'My Sims' game? I've just spent an hour letting my tea get cold while I redecorate my sims' house, cook spaghetti for him, and clean his house. Meanwhile, my house is filthy, I still haven't made lunch, and I need more tea. Is this game a practical joke?

Ready? SET GO!

This is adorable! Ready... 'SET GO!'

Watch her try to make the same noises as her daddy at the end. LOL!

A Little Zen Moment

Aw, timid widdle spring

Yes, yes, you do have to arrive at such a turbulent time. We hear you concerns, Fair One. We do.

What if he's angry, the wind from the south? What if he wants us somewhere where we aren't, anywhere but where we are? What if he pushes us? Already we have arrived too early. It is February still, no time for flowers and greening things. We have no right to request warmer, softer rainfalls between orchestras of thunder clash grand syphonies announcing the coming of rebirth, freedom, and all those colors.

Yet it is green, and it smells green. Here it even feels green. The air tastes green and new and wet and Spring bends her neck against the gush of the winter wind who would move her in and himself out, but he always holds on so tightly that it feels as if he is about to just take her with him.

Spring screams with her thunder, her lightening, her stormy rage, and winter fights back, and thus the tornado is born.

Can no one just be polite enough to say "Excuse me. Just passing through.' and that'd be it.

Steve! Don't eat it!

This is pure beauty. The man's a true artist.

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