Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Wednesdays Wishes

This is Wednesday leaning out of her cat tree. She may look like just your average gray tabby cat, but she has many skills. Most of these skills, she uses for The Good. Okay, 'most' might be a slight exaggeration. Wednesday is a good little kitty, though, at heart. She loves her family, loves her sisters, loves annoying those sisters and she also loves to grant wishes. Every Wednesday morning, I will rub the side of the cat house and summon our magic cat!

My Wednesday Wishes for the week:

1) More time in a day! Just a few more hours should do it.

2) Venti Shaken Green Tea (iced) with two splendas! My newest obsession. My wish is that I will be able to recreate a fairly similar version here at home to save myself the $2.30 a day I would be willing to spend on it (but the hubby certainly isn't willing to let me spend on it).

3) Stunning hair color. We'll see how this works out. I have an appointment today for color, but my stylist fights me. For example, two months ago, I wanted to go red with copper highlights. He had done this for me a decade ago. He won't now. I get lectures. He reminded me how hard it was to maintain; how I whined and complained about how often I had to come in for touch-ups; how a mere eight weeks after he had colored it, I came in insisting to be blonde again at which point he had to strip the color out of my hair and it took my hair six months to recover and him at least eight months (he's very dramatic). He flat out refused. To make his point, he gave me a touch of copper highlights in my hair. He was right. It was gone in less than three weeks. My hair is thin. It doesn't hold color. I bring in pictures of styles I want and he laughs until he cries. Then he shows his employees and they laugh, though not as hard. My hair will never be thick. I get what I get and I love it. But trusting someone that completely is hard for me. He won't color my hair dark in the Summer. He will do it in the Fall. I have color in mind, but there is a chance what I think is stunning, he will think is 'tacky' and refuse to do it. He'll give me a less tacky variation. I can't fault him, though. There are so many times he has made me the talk of a party when I worked in television. I would go before the party and show up with a 'do that I didn't feel confident in until the first person gushed "OHMYGOD, I LOVE it!" His view is - if I don't look good, he doesn't look good. Which I get. But it doesn't mean that I always like it! So...stunning hair color of my choice (please please please).

What are your wishes this Wednesday? Remember if you can say "Wednesday Wishes Wisely" five times fast without messing up, you get an EXTRA wish!


  1. I want to come up with a killer handle for my new book so that everyone says Omigosh that sounds so good, I want to read it. And I want it to come out 6 months early. Oh, and my husband needs a job.

  2. I would really want a magical kitty. My kitty is just crazy. OOO the color... I used to get my hair done deep red/purple but it always faded and was expensive so I didn't for two years and now my hairdresser won't die my hair because she thinks my natural color is pretty.

  3. Karen - I think Wednesday is working on an extra special perfect job for your husband since she hasn't granted that wish just yet!

    Melissa - I got the style AND the color that I wanted. Oh, and a lecture. "When you make good choices, you get what you want. It's the impossible I can't do. I can't make your hair thicker. I can't make you look like Jennifer Aniston. THIS, I can do." Sigh. Oh, and Wednesday got her magical powers from her rough start in life. :-( Her mom was a stray cat who died before I could trap her and Wednesday disappeared. She was only four weeks old. When she showed up again, it was half dead in our parking space at 12 weeks of age weighing less than one pound. We thought we were taking her to be humanely euthanized, but they asked if they could deflea her and give her some fluids first so we said sure! 24 hours later, she was ready to go. She hasn't left my side since. She's more like a dog. She has to be in whatever room we're in and has to sleep between us at night. Great for someone like me with severe allergies and asthma. I just wash the bedding every other day. But we think it was the blood loss that fried her brain and made her so "special" - special powers "special", of course. ;-)