Question of the day.

What easy thing do you most often screw up?

My answer:

Oh, really many things. Lots of objectively fairly easy things to do around the house seem practically not doaable for me at least on my own, or take me lots of time and the effects aren’t really impressive. Same with some other things requiring good fine skills for example. My spacial orientation is rubbish too, also due to issues I have with my labyrinthum, I hope I spell it right. Ah, but something I screw up most often are casual talks with people or smalltalk. It either bores me to death or scares me and I VERy RARELY can do a good job of it.

How about you?

Question of the day.

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been?
My answer:
Some public loos definitely. I hate to go to them. Of course not all are so very smelly, but in my area, very many. Especially when we talk about portable lavs on the streets. They are so smelly, that in my opinion, if you want to survive, you should take a deep breath in before you go in and not breathe out before you go out. Most of them look like they’re not cleaned at all. My Mum, who has much stronger abomination to such objects than me, was recently forced to visit a portable public loo and it looked like someone didn’t make it to the toilet on time as she saw someone’s poo all over the floor. Eww! So, unless it’s an urgent case, I much prefer to wait with it until I will be at my own home.
Another place I’ve been to is somewhere in Kuyavian-Pomeranian voivodeship where they have a cellulose factory and it is pretty smelly there for quite a bit of the way. Which are the most smelly places in your opinion? 😀

Question of the day.

Today my question for you is:

What’s your biggest screw up in the kitchen?

My Answer:

I am not very experienced in cooking, in fact, I’ve never prepared any meals completely on my own. I had some cooking lessons at the boarding school or we were doing some food for ourselves with other students, sometimes I help my Mum with most basic things, but generally I was never good at cooking, maybe because my fine skills are a mess, and I often felt kinda discouraged because I never succeeded in it and felt like it’s something impossible for me to learn. But although sometime ago it was a bit frustrating for me, now I don’t care that much about it, I don’t need to cook for myself, I live with my family, and there still are caterings, restaurants etc, lots of able-bodied people can’t cook as well.

So that being said, I suppose almost every activity I would try to undertake in the kitchen without assistance, would likely end with a massive screw up. The one I can recall at the moment was when I wanted to help my Mum to cut the carrot for the salad and almost ended up cutting my finger out, luckily it didn’t happen, but I hurt it pretty bad and there was a whole lot of blood allover afterwards and my right hand was non functional for quite a while. 😀

How about your screw ups? 🙂

Question of the day.

OK so here is my question for you. I thought I will add my answers too, so even if you’re not answering a question, you can always read something more, plus I think I will enjoy it.

So my question for you guys is: What are your best and worst purchases?

As for mine, the best is surely Misha. I’ve never, just never regret I have him. Surely, there are moments when I’m just mad at him or he annoys me or vice versa, but we are happy together and I wish everyone had such a friendly and loving companion as Misha is for me.

The worst… hard to pick, I usually don’t think much about the worst things I buy, I just get rid of them and continue living, and it’s the more hard that it is not a long time since I can buy things for my own money. So yeah, I’ll pick a thing that actually my Mum bought for me and it is my Braille embosser. I really wanted to have it, thought it would help me in life, in having access to some rare books, or at least parts of them. But it turned out to be a complete failure, it took me ages to find someone who would be good at setting up Braille embossers and could do it for me, and then it turned out something is wrong with it and there was a lot of fuss about it, as far as I remember me and this person who helped me with it didn’t fully resolve the problem and it still wasn’t working exactly as it should. I couldn’t figure out many things in it. Then finally it was (somehow) set up, I was very happy, but we soon moved houses and I had to set it up again and… ugh, I just thought it’s too much effort compared to the advantages I had of it. Plus I’d have to pay that guy to help me once again, which also cost quite a bit. So although it still is in my house, it’s not usable and I don’t think I will use it anymore. It’s a pity though that such things cost so much money and then seem actually useless.

How about your purchases?

Question of the day.

Don’t know if it’ll be a regular series on my blog, depends on whether you guys will like it and whether I will be able to come up with or find online any questions for every day, but decided to give it a try. Here’s my question for you, this one I found on the Behind The Name message board:
What have you gotten away with? How sneaky were you when you were younger? Or was it something recent that you messed up and got away with?

I hate magpies, gulls and sneezing. The jolly adventures of me Misha.

Hhrrru?

This is Misha again. I was sure nothing interesting will happen this week and I will have to make something up to entertain you guys, but luckily, or unluckily, something happened yesterday. Yes, it was interesting, but it also was so shocking for me that I still can’t get over it.

We had snow yesterday. I woke up in a very melancholic, depressive sort of mood. I always call it that I feel sad and lonely as a leaf. And then Zofijka’s laughing at me, because leaves aren’t lonely, they are together on the tree. But what when all the leaves will fall and the only one, last leaf is still on the tree? Doesn’t he feel lonely? I think he does, that’s why I say I am sad and lonely as a leaf.

But wait… you’re probably wondering how I can “say” it. How I can say anything more complicated than just “Hhrrru?” or “Meeeooow!” etc. The truth is, I can. Did I mention you that me and Mila have a brain connection? We do. And I can talk via it with Zofijka. Me and Mila can connect our brains and then Mila can talk for me. Zofijka likes to talk to me every night. She can also connect to me and I can talk through her, but she doesn’t like it and we rarely do so. Only when Mila wants to talk to me, you know, it would look crazy if someone not involved heard her talking to herself, or at least she thinks so, I wouldn’t care, ’cause it’s not true.

But I wanted to talk to you about snow and about what made me so agitated yesterday.

So I was sad and lonely as a leaf and walking around and meowing but no one wanted to talk to me. Finally Mum got pissed off with my meowing and said: “Misha, go out”. Mum never lets me to go out, only when there is a particular occassion or when I am very sad and they can leave me and know I’ll be safe. So she let me on the terrace. Mmmmm, snow. It is so soft and cold and nice. But I didn’t like how it makes my paws wet and licked them every now and then. I was on the terrace for a while but then I wanted to have more adventure. So I decided to go up on the terrace roof. It was fun. I sat there for a while and was looking at the world. But it was too low for me. I wanted higher. So climbed on our house roof. ANd then the drama started.

The seagulls, the magpies and the crows, all they saw me. I wanted to hide, but there were a lot of them and they could see me everywhere I hid. They were coming closer and closer and wanted to attack me and screamed at me. Mum was screaming at me too but I didn’t want to go home yet. I had to deal with them first. I felt indignant. How dare they? How dare they attack me, Misha, the king? The most beautiful being in the world? How dare they do anything else than admire me? It’s just unthinkable! It’s me who should attack them. And eat them all at once. But I quickly realised they are too many and I can’t deal quickly and easily with them. So I started to feel more and more frightened. I climbed up the tile. I am always the best at climbing, but it was really hard then. just couldn’t. It was much harder than in summer. Whenever I climbed up a bit, I was slipping down with the snow. And was trying over and over again. Was sick of it, cold and afraid. It wasn’t fun any longer. And they all yelled at me. I wanted them to shut up, but they didn’t listen to me. Mum was still yelling at me too and waiting for me on the terrace. I thought about the warm and cosy house, about my favourite sauce I ate in the morning and asked myself why did I actually want to go outside. I was freezing. So had to give up. I turned back to the terrace and slowly came back to Mum. Mum saw I was shaking and freezing and let me home. I was all covered in snow and had to have a long bath. And gosh I was sneezing all the time. Everyone was laughing at me, but I couldn’t help and stop sneezing. Luckily I didn’t have anything to do later on yesterday and no one wanted anything from me, so I could lie in my basket by the window in Mila’s room and sleep and sneeze and have peace of mind.

Today I am sneezing too. I am afraid I have a cold. Everyone says so. I don’t want to be sick. I was never sick before. I only had eye infections. It wasn’t fun, but being sick and sneezing must be even less fun. Daddy is sick now and he’s grumbling about it all the time and it seems to help him. But I couldn’t even grumble because no one would get me, or I’d have to wait for Mila to connect to me. No, I’m sure being sick is not fun. And going to the vet is no fun. They got me to the vet for a few times, I haven’t been there for ages now though, but when I’ve been there last time, I hated it with all my Mishheart. They hurt me there and there was a big, frightening dog and he stared at me all the time I was near him. I fell asleep there and when I woke up, I could barely walk, I was so dizzy, and they said I am no longer a “he”, I am an “it”. I hated them for that and I still do. It! That’s ridiculous. But luckily Zofijka and Mila and my Mum didn’t think so, and my Dad and Olek don’t care about me no matter if I am a he or an it. I hate being called it even more than she, or Michelle.

Oh and I wanted to tell you a bit about my today’s snack.

I’ve already told you a few times that I like to eat sauces and things that feel like a jelly, or are very wet and thick. And I got such thick sauces for Christmas. They are in sort of tubes, like those with toothpaste for humans, so I need someone to squeeze it for me. It looks a bit like jelly, but is also similar to human’s ice cream, because you have to lick it quickly, otherwise everything around will look like a mess, but I’m good at it. Mum gives me it almost every night and I always have great dreams after it and sleep very well. And today Mum asked Emilia to feed me with it. We didn’t really get along with it and it was the first time she fed me with it, so there was quite a lot of sauce I didn’t lick and the kitchen looked absolutely messy and Mila’s hands and my nose as well. But who would care? I am happy that I got to eat it, and Mila washed us quickly. Mum laughed a lot at me and said I looked really funny with the sauce on my nose, but I don’t care about it either.

Mishest regards.

Misha