Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Wednesday 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) New living room furniture - Or maybe I should just wish for the ability to make up my mind. You see, I'm cheap. Not so much frugal. Just cheap. Let's make that with a capital C. Cheap. But it's time for new living room furniture as this stuff I'm currently sitting on is about a decade old. I inherited the sofa, loveseat, end tables, coffee table and entertainment center from my aunt and uncle (thanks Aunt Robin and Uncle Norm!) for FREE (told you I was Cheap!). Just the right price. It wasn't the right color when we remodeled so I bought paint and PRESTO! It matches. But it's rickety. When I purchase something, it's going to be with us for a long time so I feel that I need to choose wisely. It's hard for me to decide. We've spent hours looking. I really wanted to get the new furniture before our Game Night on Saturday, but it's just not happening. I do want the set (this includes a new flat screen tv!) by the end of February, please! (We went six months before I could decide on our new dining room table)

2) Right always wins - Good triumphs over evil. Always. I got my first taste of it on Sunday when the Eagles lost. As a humane educator (especially one with a pit bull type dog who works with at risk teen boys), I'm so over Vick. I believe in second chances. His dogs got one. Why not him? I'm fine with him playing but I'm tired of hearing what a great human being he has supposedly become, what a hero he is for going through what he did (you know, prison because he broke the law).

Lucky for Michael Vick, his fans won't do to him what he did to his losing dogs - no electrocuting or hanging or beating him with a shovel or slamming his body into the ground until he takes his last breath. He will be spared their fate. So I should be spared having to hear about him, right? (as a side note - the boys don't believe he is sorry but they aren't Eagles fans looking to justify cheering for a psycho).

Right should always win. That could be one of the reasons that I write. As a child, I couldn't stand that life wasn't fair and that bad people "won" or got away with things. My father told me as a small child, "Life isn't fair. The sooner you realize that, the less suffering you're going to cause yourself." Isn't it stinky when our parents are right? Dad, it turns out, was right about a whole lot of things my brothers and I wish he hadn't been! In my writing, I can make it so that right always the end (after some very frustrating moments where it looks like evil/bad is going to win the day, of course).

3) Magic Bed - I love my pillowtop Beautyrest (so do the cats!), but I would love it even more if it made itself every morning. It would lower itself so I could comfortably climb in (at the moment, I have to use the end table to get up into it - yes, I still haven't decided on a new bed frame closer to the floor see Wednesday Wish #1), sound like a river running through a campground or the ocean lapping the shore or a gentle rain, smell like the forest (or eucalyptus on nights when I'm stuffy). When I have a backache, it would heat just that portion that needs it. It would be warm on the cold nights and cool on the warm nights. And I would always, always wake feeling perfectly rested even if I only slept four hours (frequently if you have insomnia like mine). Oh Magic would go perfect with my Magic Bathroom. It would make my life complete...almost.

What about you - what are your wishes for Wednesday?


  1. Vick paid for his crimes and deserves a second chance - but the hero thing is a bit much.

  2. Sign me up for a magic bed! And I definitely wish right would always win. I'm the same as you: I like writing so much in part because I can make sure that right triumphs in the end.

  3. I was actually proud of the Falcons when they booted Vick from the team, especially because they are doing so well now, mainly because my faux-husband Matt Ryan is their quarter back. I do feel like Vick deserves a second chance and I feel badly for his children because they've told him how much they want a dog and they can't have one because he's been banned from owning dogs for life, but I don't think he deserves hero status, that's a bit much, because I can't not think of him as an animal abuser.

    Your real bed sounds heavenly! But I'll second the magic bed. I could really use one at school.

  4. Magic bed...aaaaaaahhh. Want Want Want. I just love your wishes! Stealing that one for this week. And new furniture. Want that too. Want a magic bed and magic furniture that the cats CAN'T put their claws in!

  5. Don’t get me started on Vick. I hate him with a passion. How can somebody abuse a poor defenseless animal the way he did and still sleep at night? I think a pack of wild dogs should attack him and rip him to shreds. Then the world would be rid of one scumbag. The only reason why some people still like him is because he could throw a ball around. If he wasn’t a celebrity, no one would be willing to forgive him just yet.

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  7. We got new living room furniture last year! Good luck on the shopping for yours- I'm so horrible at that- I'm so wishy washy, it takes forever to pick something out. Especially a big purchase like that.

    And oh, a magic bed. Our bed is SO OLD. It was my mom's lol. I am crossing my fingers we can get a new mattress and bedroom furniture very soon!

  8. Great Wednesday wishes, as always. Love the magic bed idea. I wish I could have a bed that I could INSTANTLY fall asleep in. I lie down, my mind immediately goes blank, and I'm out for 8 hours straight. Instead of the way it really is, where I have to read for a bit to slow down my brain, then lie there for what seems like forever because my brain's still talking, and then right when I finally zone out, I have to get up to pee.

    Barring that, I'll settle for a book that revises itself. Ha. I probably have a better chance finding a magic bed.