How’s that for a conundrum?
It’s my inner Libra peeking (screaming?) out in the world. I am forever trapped in “Can’t Win” Land – a well-worn hallway in my personal Mind Palace (as Sherlock likes to call it).
So here’s a mish-mosh of crappola for you.
(BTW, it seems there’s a commenting issue going on? As in, you can’t. I tried in several different browsers on a couple different computers and even logged out of WordPress and it seems okay for me. Let me know if you’re still getting that problem (you know where to find me on FB, all three of youse)).
MishMosh Numero Uno
Distraction, you keep knocking on my door in the form of Farm Epic and now Fish Epic, wanderings around the interwebs, and dogs. And the thing of it is, I allow you into the house on the regular. You seem nice and often fun but at the (literal) end of the day, I don’t have a whole lot to show for it.
And not only that, but I keep wanting more and different distractions, too. What the hell is that about? I love the stuff I do with my students so why am I looking for ways to avoid it? A question for the ages, methinks.
MishMosh Numero Duo
$1 for the best cake brownies, morning glory muffins (only on Thursdays), day old cinnamon rolls and don’t get me started on the bread pudding.
Now I have to force myself to NOT go there more than once a week and when I do go, get only one item. Sheesh, Universe. Don’t I have enough to worry about with a pretzel addiction?
MishMosh Numero Tres
Cousin O’Love is moving lock, stock and barrel to Seattle for a new job. It was time and she’s been wanting fresh energy for a while now so I am happy for her. But I also haz a huge sad because I love her and knowing that she’s (almost) next door has been a blessing in good times and in bad.
Trying not to focus on my feeling bereft of my (for all intents and purposes) sister-type-person and instead focusing on all the fun and new adventures we will have on ye olde left coast. I said “Who will go see Cookie with me???” and she replied “We’ll stalk him from the west coast – he won’t be expecting us there!” – always the bright side, that one.
Love her. Will miss her, Steve-of-Love and Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who is moving with them because San Diego is her destination of next landing. We may all have to move out there with them. (Aren’t you glad you don’t have a family that follows you around like that?)
MishMosh Numero Cuatro
Jeebus, I hate it. HATE IT.
And Duty keeps hoping that one day I will wake up and be all domestic when the chances of that happening are not great. (i.e.: less than zero) I don’t want to look up recipes, I don’t want to experiment, I don’t want to do any of that.
Hell, I’d eat ham sammichs, pretzels and drink coffee every day if it weren’t detrimental to my health. I don’t want to worry about what’s for dinner. (Who does?) Oh well. Until I strike it rich or everyone wants my training on how to be a professional intuitive, I will continue to suffer. LOL (oh, woe is me!)