Christmas is coming! With My Inner MishMash Readership Award!

Hi people! πŸ™‚

I’m so excited to let you all know that My Inner Mishmash Readership Awards have already arrived to two of the winners – Carol Anne and her system of

Therapy Bits

and Ashley Leia of

Mental Health @ Home,

yay!!! πŸ˜ƒ 😊

I’m really glad with how well this went, and so very happy that I could show them my appreciation as a blogger for how insightful readers they are, and that they both are enjoying their MIMRAs. πŸ˜€Β Β Β  They have both kindly shared their impressions (thanks so much for that πŸ™‚ ), so I’m sharing them so that all of you can know what was in the packages. πŸ™‚

Here is

Ashley’s post, with her and her guinea pig Casper opening their package

and Carol Anne and Taylor’s video is below. πŸ™‚

just so that everyone knows, the candles are with shea butter, which can be poured into a bath or used for a massage. I used to have one like those years ago and loved it. And it is cool as even when you use up the shea butter it’s still practical and you can use it for something else.

Question of the day.

Hi guys. πŸ™‚

The question I have for you today is as follows:

If you had to pick any family member to live with you forever, who would it be?

My answer:

Misha! God please let Misha be the longest living cat on Earth, even if it means that he’d be the most famous one and that I would have to bear nosy visitors from all around the world wanting to see 40-year-old Misha! I couldn’t do without Misha. But if we are talking exclusively about humans, my Mum, I think.

You? πŸ™‚

The purring symphony.

Curled up together, we silently lie

me, and him – Misha, the sweet child of mine

I can hear the beating of his feline heart

knowing that no one could tear us apart.

I breathe inΒ  his smell, listen to his sounds

his delicate paws, his head, small and round.

My hand on his chest, I feel how he breathes

What do you dream of, in your peaceful sleep?

his purring – a comforting

symphony

Puts me to sleep, with its sweet harmonies.

When the day comes, I wake up calm and free

And that’s how we live, my Misha and me.

Misha: sleepy week.

Hhrrru?

Misha here. How’s your week going, peoples and animals? Mine is very sleepy. Not much more has been going for me lately. I’ve got some yummy food, lots of tomato sauce. I luuuuuvvvvvvvv tomato sauce. Mum says I’m Italian, not Russian, because she thinks Italian peoples like t eat a lot of tomatoes, spaghetti and stuff. I don’t know how it really is, but if she’s right, I’d love to live in Italy. Tomato sauce is my favourite sauce, but I generally like everything saucy and thick. When I get meat in any kind of sauce and am not very hungry, I’ll usually eat the sauce and leave the meat hehehe. Dad is like me, and Olek too, but the girls say it’s weird and my culinary taste is disgusting. But I know it isn’t and that’s enough for me. Do you like thick sauces like me?

anyone else hates bread as much as me? I hate hate hate hate bread. I can’t understand why people eat so much of it. When I talked to Zofijka and Mila one day, they asked me what food I don’t like the most. And I said that I hate sandwiches with bread. And they were laughing because you only can have sandwiches with bread, even if it is a bread roll or something it’s still a bread after all. But I really really hate bread.

And yes I can talk to Mila and Zofijka. Well it’s just for fun, but I can. We play that I can connect to someone’s brain and if that person is connected to me too, I can talk through her, so either Mila or Zofijka. Usually it is Mila, because Zofijka never knows what I could talk about and doesn’t have many ideas hahahaha. We three talk a lot together particularly at the evenings and enjoy it.

But this week Mum has made up a new nickname for me. Remember I have tons of nicknames? They are good and bad and this time is rather bad but funny. Mum called me Sandwich Thief. Because I really had stolen the sandwich.

Olek made some for himself for work and then he left them in the kitchen and then a lot of stuff was happening and finally he forgot to take them. But I remembered about them. They smelled sooooo yummy. There was a lot of baked ham and yummy cheese, how could anyone forget such a yummy thing? So I just awaited the opportunity.

And it came. Everyone went out, only Mila was at home but she was sleeping. I sneaked into the kitchen, jumped on the countertop, grabbed the whole wrapping paper with sandwiches and very slowly and clumsily walked down and then dragged it out of the kitchen. I dragged it through the floor on the whole way to Mum’s room. It was hard and very very difficult, but it wasn’t my first time, I managed finally. I took it to Mum’s dressing room, where there is very quiet and cosily, a perfect atmosphere for a morning meal.

Now there was another effort ahead of me. I had to unwrap all that. I wasn’t new to it either. But I managed to unwrap only one sandwich. It was always something. I bit into it with delight. Well no, not into the bread. I left it of course. Yuck! I just ate ham and cheese. Mmmmmm yummmy! Looks like food tastes better when it’s stolen. But there was something else and I didn’t eat it. It was yuck ad smelled icky and I didn’t even lick it. Grrrrr! How can people eat such smelly things?

Of course they found out what I did and were mad, but I didn’t care. After all I still left all the other sandwiches for them, so what’s up? And I heard that smelly thing was onion, and when they realised that their being pissed off doesn’t impress me, they started to laugh that Misha is so very picky and doesn’t like onion. What normal being could like onion?! It sure isn’t normal to like onion!!! Now I know why Olek’s room is so smelly hahahahahaha only that the smell in his room is nicer for me. My Mum says it’s his socks that are smelly. You know I like peoples when they smell bad? I do. I like to smell people and sniff my nose in their clothes when they’re sweaty. Mum says I am a good tester when you want to check out who is caring enough about their hygiene hehehe. But I don’t like the smell of onion, that’s for sure. Mum says I’m very picky. But I like chips, and flowers. I love biting flowers. So much that when I was a very little Misha I wanted to bit all the flowers so desperately that I knocked out a few pots. And once my Mum got a decorative grass from our neighbours and I loved it so much that I munched on it all the time. And finally my stomach got upset and it was upset at me for three days so that I could barely eat anything and only lied and slept and had fever. Mum said then that it is a punishment for me because I’m too sneaky. But I’m still sneaky hehehe nothing has changed.

Mishhugs for everyone!

Misha

Diggadgy – Misha.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

One day last year I was deadly bored so decided to spend time at least a bit productively and search for as many songs as possible that have Misha in the title or in the lyrics, and some good ones possibly. The song I want to show you today is one of them. As I heard it for the first time I thought it’s incredibly weird and that I don’t like it. But something attracted me strongly to it and I listened to it once again, and then again, and again. I am not among the people who if they like a song, set it on repeat and listen over and over for the whole day or longer until they can’t stand it anymore, quite the oposite, if I particularly like something, if I listen to it, it’s a celebration. Unless it’s one of my crushes, then I can listen to them all the time and not be bored. But with this song it was just so odd. I thought it’s weird, but couldn’t stop listening to it. Was it that Misha – the only word I can understand here – making it? Maybe, but I guess it has to be something more. So finally, after being forced by my brain to listening to this song about five or six times in a row, I just had to grow to it admitted that yes, it’s weird, but I like it. Hard to say why, because it’s really weird.

I showed this to Zofijka shortly after I discovered it and she said it’s scary. But then she said “Play this once again”. – You said it’s scary so what’s the point? –

Because I want to hear it once more and see if it is really as scary as I think. –

Addictive or what? πŸ˜€ And then Zofijka wanted me to download this song on to her Pendriveand although she still thought it’s scary, she also said she likes it. I was joking that when Misha will die, I will be going around moaning like this lady here and Zofijka said she will too.

I would really like to know what’s the background of this song. What is behind it, what it is about, who that Misha is. Cause I still like this song a lot.

And I don’t even have a clue what language this is. I tried to find it out from the video or who Diggadgy is, but it didn’t really work out. I haven’t found out anything about Diggadgy and the description under the video as well as most or all of the comments are in some language that uses a different alphabet than Latin, which makes it impossible for me to read it because my Braille display recognises only Latin characters and most of my synthesisers have no idea how to read that stuff at least approximately. I thought at first it’s Russian maybe, but it doesn’t really sound like Russian, does IT? Now I suppose it has to be one of the languages spoken on the Balkans, or maybe it’s from one of the Asian countries under the huge influence of Russia like Kazakhstan? Just my assumptions.

If anyone of you would recognise the language, I’d be incredibly grateful if you told me which one it is, my curiosity will eat me up some day. I’d be even more grateful if by some miracle anyone would know/guess, what’s it about.

And, of course, as always, I’m curious what you think about it. πŸ™‚