Walk through the wardrobe into the land of Mishmosh. It’s a land where information is thrown together, but none of it is connected. A world where the hodgepodge mind exists and the visitor’s attention is thrown around like a hot potato.
Come and join me in this journey, won’t you?
I promise that falling snow and cold is not involved in this post. I relished in the snow today as I traveled from store to store in search of raw meat and vegetables. Brushing the snow off the windshield was such a joy that I have chosen not to share my exuberance with my fellow travelers. You may be disappointed, but I urge you to carry on.
Leg of Journey, Part 1
I tried to reblog today.
I tried to share a Nook book today.
Another epic fail.
Fellow blogger and writer extraordinaire, Andra Watkins, had her book officially published today. Titled To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis, this novel is an excellent fictional read and one worth every turn of the page (or swipe of the e-reader screen). I was hooked within the first few paragraphs. On Andra’s blog page, you will find an important post from today (which I reblogged and then deleted due to the horrendous outcome) and information concerning a contest that everyone is welcome to enter. Andra is currently walking the Natchez Trace, from Mississippi to Tennessee, and will be blogging and posting pictures along her route. Characters of this book follow the Natchez Trace in a story of love and redemption. I give it *two thumbs up*.
I don’t want to talk about the Nook Book sharing, deleting, can-no-longer-reading fail of today. It required a call to Barnes and Noble. I’ll get the book back tomorrow.
Before we leave this leg of the journey, you may also want to check out And Then Like My Dreams: A Memoir, written by the lovely Margaret Rose Stringer. This sassy Aussie has written a love story about her time on this earth with Mr. Stringer. Check out her blog and the book and make sure you call her Margaret Rose or M-R. There will be hell to pay if you don’t. :-p
Leg of Journey, Part 2
I walked into the office Friday morning and found a pleasant surprise sitting on top of the
mess open space that exists on my desk.
I love Trader Joe’s and it kills me that the nearest TJ’s is 90 minutes away. Shopping there is seldom. Perhaps someday, in the land of Mishmosh (or Appleton), TJ’s will deem our land worthy of their brick and mortar.
Getting back to the bag, which I absolutely love (I’m a lover of cool shopping bags)…inside was a card and a collection of yummy delectibles.
Strawberry licorice, peanut butter filled pretzels covered in milk chocolate, sea salt chocolate brownie bites, organic mints, meyer lemon cookies, mocha cappuccino drink mix. It was a bag filled with naughtiness. It was also a bag given in thanks and appreciation by peers in another region of the state. I had been helping them with personnel processes while they filled two vacant positions and spent a day training the new people. The new people bought me lunch and that alone would have been enough of a thanks. I don’t mind helping out others and enjoy being the trainer/mentor/perceived know-it-all to others who do my job around the state. (Actually, I’m performing a knowledge transplant before I get old and senile and don’t remember squat.)
Back to the bag. As wonderful as the naughty contents may be and the best of intentions behind them, I’m not able to eat most of it due to lactose intolerance and gluten avoidance. I am also trying to lose 5 pounds. Guilt and sadness painted a swath over my face as I debated what to do with the treasure in the TJ’s bag.
What to do, what to do…
Ultimately, the chocolate pretzels and brownies have been shared with the office gang. The mints are in my purse. The drink mix, licorice and half a box of lemon cookies are making their way to Natasha’s daughter (yes, I said a half box of lemon cookies…love lemon cookies…sometimes love trumps lactose) and the eaten calories have been worn off at the pool and the mall.
I do love the bag.
Leg of Journey, Part 3
On Friday, I had my 1,000th follower. Yay! Thank you for reading! (So there you go, M-R, happy?) I believe I have to celebrate with a chocolate martini, because that would be totally appropriate on so many levels.
End of Journey
Back through the wardrobe you go. Time to leave Mishmosh.
Don’t let the door hit you in the backside. That would hurt.