you are precisely my cup of tea.

There's this space in my heart, a tiny piece of who i am thats changing. It may be slow and steady but with each and every breath i take i can feel it. becoming.  And although I'm no expert on these things we all affectionately call life, love and learning they're changing me into who i want and need to be.

Quincy "taught" me how to play checkers this morning. her hair sticking in all directions her eyes wide with excitement, speaking at such an extreme pace that my muddled morning brain couldn't keep up with her rambunctious eight year old self. By the end of my "lesson" my lips were sharing that same blithe expression little Q always seams to have. I want to be like her when I'm all grown up.

my thoughts aren't exactly flowing today. I'm distracted by my piping cup of tea which leads me to this-

I'm going through this phase right now where i listen to jazzy music and sip tea out of a beige colored mug with swirled designs on the sides and a thin smooth handle. There's something about the way the tea feels on my tongue and how its warmth slides all the way down to my stomach every time i take a sip that tickles my fancy. The music is the perfect touch and my thoughts which are usually out of control find a happy medium somewhere in between the tea and tunes. And for just a moment i can breath again. i feel like this is a phase that might just last my entire life. who knows. 

i've got sunshine            .               i've got so much honey

on a cloudy day             .               the bee's envy me.

                                     

babe, take it easy.                         when its cold outside  

i tell myself.                                  i've got the month of may                                                                                                         

but i can't. 

i just scream real loud       

"hallelujah. i think I'm insane.."

its a phrase i use too often.

because i can't just seam to stick to a topic today, lets talk about my lack of motivation and will power to actually do something    
with my life. its christmas break. 

so sue me!!

Today my mother says "nolle.." giving me that (you're pretty darn pathetic look) "would you please just get a grip on life. its noon and your still in your pajamas." i simply turn to look at her like she's the crazy one as she walks away shaking her head.  and guess what? its two. and congrats to me!-- i've graduated from the sock monkey footy pajamas (an absolute must have for people my age) to athletic shorts and a tank top. maybe i'll actually physically exert myself today. but i'll probably just sit here and listen to the smiths for another half hour.

i hope your day is more productive than mine.

doing nothing is my cup of tea.

sleeping is my cup of tea.

cuddling is my cup of tea.

going to the movies is my cup of tea.

you are my cup of tea.

precisely.

yours- nolle.