To name any one book would be an insult to another, depending on the person reading my response to the daily prompt, so I’ll forgo offering up any specifics. What came to mind was an old saying, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”… or in this case, the best books are in the eye of each reader!
Read on, my fellow literary explorers, read on!
Want a cookie?
They’re good for reading.
How about them cookies? It’s Saturday and I consider this part of my leisure time, so I’m going to go and do what I love…
Trust me, you’ll be glad that I did! Let the fun begin…
Remember that old Johnnie Cash song, “I’ve Been Everywhere”? Well, that’s sort of me, in a nutshell. I was born a runner, turned into a wanderer, married a traveling man and live an incredibly nomadic life! With that all said… what I wouldn’t give, for a home with four walls, a physical address, and a grocery store that I might actually call “local”… just sayin!
Here, have a cookie for the road…
There’s nothing like a fresh hot bun, straight out of the oven and smothered in real butter… not the cheap stuff, either!
Anyone who loves eating fresh bread knows that after butter, comes a really, really good fruit preserve like strawberry, raspberry or even like an apple/pear marmalade. Once upon a time, I found a recipe for it on Pinterest, I think, and it was amazing!
Another of my go-to’s for a yummy bun is to tear it open and lay in some really good honey! Now, I’m not talking about the regular store bought honey that’s been processed so much that all you get is the sticky sugar taste… no, no! Get in your car and drive to your local bee farm, where you can pick out your favorite flavor. Trust me, if it’s not fresh honey… don’t waste your time! Unless you want either diabetes or a grueling everyday workout to burn off all the wasted sugar you just ate, get the healthy honey… just sayin.
If you aren’t a sweet flavor fan… try a dab of cream cheese and a slice of ham. This is a sure fire way to make your mouth water, I think. During the holidays, you just switch out the cream cheese for stuffing and/or cranberry sauce… I betcha you’re onboard with me now, right?!
Here is the last, but certainly not the least, of my list of 5 things to do with a bun…
Drum Roll, Please….
Are you ready for this?
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Wait for it…
Yup! I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with this one. I don’t know about you, but I can never get tired of a good ole fashioned Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato bun? Am I right?
Help yourself, but if this didn’t hit the spot for you, I left you some cookies, too…
Can you imagine how fun it would be if we could read to our furry friends… and they could actually understand the words?
We could leave house rules on the fridge, thereby, leaving no valid excuses for peeing on the floor.
No more separation anxiety, my friends, not with smart phones and video calls and texts… just get them a floor sized tablet!
***Warning*** If you’re going to let them have internet access, parental controls are a must if you don’t want to end up with a years worth of biscuits and frisbees! And watch out for those furry chatroom channels… they’ll end up letting anyone in the house!
I wonder though, would they still ignore rules, guidelines, and warning labels like some humans? Well, let’s just adjust my answer to reflect that they would be capable of understanding basic words that are written down… they are animals, after all.
Have a cookie…
By Google’s current definition, the word Wiwohka either means roaring water, a Native American tribe up near the Great Lakes, or my least favorite… a group of derelict misfits that banded together to make a settlement town of some sort, or other.
I liked it much better back in the day, when I first chose this nickname, if you will. When I originally found this name more than twenty years ago, it was on a Native American name generator site, and simply read as “Rushing, roaring, or raging water”. No idea where this new village of miscreants definition came from, nor do I find it very appealing. In answer to the prompt this morning, I’ll be sticking with my original definition, since it’s far less nefarious than the most recent description.
While the name written on my birth certificate carries absolutely nothing, as far as, meaning, significance, nor etymology… Wiwohka does! Though the word’s etymology doesn’t concern me, the significance and meaning are threaded throughout the tapestry of my existence!
Throughout my life, the name Wiwohka has been the truest explanation of who I am… who I’ve always been. My very birth came during a storm, of sorts. I spent much of my childhood in back alleys, strangers beds, and often times… out in the rain, drenched to the skin. Up from those dark and troubled waters arose a very angry, volatile, and fiercely independent young woman.
What’s rather interesting about the meaning of my name is that it’s definition has taken on a completely different meaning, though the words have not been altered. I originally chose it because it made me feel strong and self-reliant, and flowing by my own power. Looking back now, I realize how powerless I actually really was!
The truth about water is that it is, in fact, very powerful… but, how? Water, in and of itself, just sits there unless something moves it! Water gets it’s power from whatever source it originates from, as well as how its path has been directed. The strength, force and sometimes destructive power of water will be based on who or what is directing the water’s flow.
When I finally came to realize where the water within my spirit had originated, its like all the places within my heart and mind that had been mistaken in thinking that I controlled the flow of said water, simply washed away with the tide. Do you know how difficult and exhausting it is, always having to push a thing along with your own effort? Isn’t it always more pleasant to get a ride, instead of doing all the pushing by your own strength? I guess that somewhere along the journey I realized this, and I’m so glad that I did!
Now, I flow with a power and strength not born of my own ability, but of the One who is my source of power… my living water!
Have a cookie…
I’m just sayin, if there were ever a giant puppy factory… I want the job of puppy sorter!
I would love to spend my entire day, simply playing with puppies to determine what homes they should go to. All those chubby little things with their adorable puppy breathe… talk about fun! I wouldn’t even require much monetary compensation (though I do expect fair wages), and the overtime wouldn’t even be an issue. Actually, it would be a great deal of fun to bring my work home with me! Though, I’ll admit that I might mistakenly keep a few stashed under my bed when I return to work the next day. One of the hazards of the job, I suppose…
Don’t forget your cookie…
I picked them out just for you!
I believe that once you select a healthy seed, all your Cedar needs to grow big and tall is some good dirt, lots of rain, and of course, some sunshine!
Now that would make a good Cedar, don’t you think?
Here, take a taste and see…
… the bark tastes like chocolate!
A warning label is like a band aid… sometimes, you just gotta rip it off! Once that’s done, you’ll feel better!
For example, if a car battery needs a warning label that counsels you NOT to drink the battery acid that’s inside the box… removing said warning label from the battery will most certainly solve that problem!
Just sayin!
Have a cookie…
Journey With Me! 