Yogi Tea Travels
Where there is love, there is no question.
- Yogi Tea -
I just adore Yogi Tea. It is one of my most favorite homeopathic remedies for when I'm trying to get un-sick. In addition to curing and preventing my ails, it also provides insightful proverbs like the one I wrote above; the latest words of wisdom I received with today's dosage of Cold Season Yogi Tea. Each time I open a new package of Yogi Tea, I'm always curious as to what lies ahead as each time I usually stop to ponder the latest. "Where there is love, there is no question" really struck me. It's so simple and yet so true. I've often found people in relationships who are questioning the other person, the other person's actions, their own actions and own thoughts on the future of the relationship. Deep down, there must not be love because the questions exist and persist.
I've been privileged to witness unquestionable love in Elle's relationship and my own. She is now a most happy woman, swimming in marriage bliss. I, on the other hand, am just enjoying the privilege of having the Beau in my life - no questions to ask.
I picked up my latest package of Yogi Tea in the wonderful city of Chicago and so begins the tales of corporate travels...
I arrived in Chicago this past Sunday and spent the latter half of the day hanging out with Miss Elle - what a wonderful time and a cold ass city! This was my most favorite trip even though my nose was raw, from a horrendous cold I received while executing travels to/from Ft. Lauderdale, and my ears hadn't popped since I was congested. I definitely plan to return when corporate trenches don't call me for duty.
So far, I'm 2 for 2 on getting sick after 4+ hours of flight time. I've noticed I always get to sit by the mucus man who runs his snot from his nose down his throat and then hawks it back up to repeat the process. Perhaps this sitting situation leads me to getting sick. And YES I know about Airborne... I'm on my second tube; thank you very much! Then there's the people who constantly fart while walking to the plane and during flight. Sad to say, I've recognized at least 2 types of fart varietals during my flights. There's the "sick-to-stomach/been-up-all-night-drinking" fart and then there's the "I gotta take a dump but I'm not gonna go on the plane" fart. I prefer to smell neither of these, but I seem to have no choice in the matter when I'm stuck on a plane for hours. After I whiff some of the fart varietals, previously mentioned, I want to tell the person to "go and wipe because you're obviously DONE!" Ah well, the endless joys of travel :-)
I'm happy to say I'll be homebound for some time (at least 1.5 months) and it will be very sweet indeed! Jes... very sweet indeed.
- Yogi Tea -
I just adore Yogi Tea. It is one of my most favorite homeopathic remedies for when I'm trying to get un-sick. In addition to curing and preventing my ails, it also provides insightful proverbs like the one I wrote above; the latest words of wisdom I received with today's dosage of Cold Season Yogi Tea. Each time I open a new package of Yogi Tea, I'm always curious as to what lies ahead as each time I usually stop to ponder the latest. "Where there is love, there is no question" really struck me. It's so simple and yet so true. I've often found people in relationships who are questioning the other person, the other person's actions, their own actions and own thoughts on the future of the relationship. Deep down, there must not be love because the questions exist and persist.
I've been privileged to witness unquestionable love in Elle's relationship and my own. She is now a most happy woman, swimming in marriage bliss. I, on the other hand, am just enjoying the privilege of having the Beau in my life - no questions to ask.
I picked up my latest package of Yogi Tea in the wonderful city of Chicago and so begins the tales of corporate travels...
I arrived in Chicago this past Sunday and spent the latter half of the day hanging out with Miss Elle - what a wonderful time and a cold ass city! This was my most favorite trip even though my nose was raw, from a horrendous cold I received while executing travels to/from Ft. Lauderdale, and my ears hadn't popped since I was congested. I definitely plan to return when corporate trenches don't call me for duty.
So far, I'm 2 for 2 on getting sick after 4+ hours of flight time. I've noticed I always get to sit by the mucus man who runs his snot from his nose down his throat and then hawks it back up to repeat the process. Perhaps this sitting situation leads me to getting sick. And YES I know about Airborne... I'm on my second tube; thank you very much! Then there's the people who constantly fart while walking to the plane and during flight. Sad to say, I've recognized at least 2 types of fart varietals during my flights. There's the "sick-to-stomach/been-up-all-night-drinking" fart and then there's the "I gotta take a dump but I'm not gonna go on the plane" fart. I prefer to smell neither of these, but I seem to have no choice in the matter when I'm stuck on a plane for hours. After I whiff some of the fart varietals, previously mentioned, I want to tell the person to "go and wipe because you're obviously DONE!" Ah well, the endless joys of travel :-)
I'm happy to say I'll be homebound for some time (at least 1.5 months) and it will be very sweet indeed! Jes... very sweet indeed.
