Freaky Friday

Be careful of what you wish for.


Ever since I was a little girl I have always gotten what I want without throwing embarrassing tantrums or bullying younger children. Somehow things have always worked in my favor or according to my desires which eventually led me to REALLY be careful what I wished for.

To name a few past experiences (that I’m not embarrassed to share) when I was around the age of 13 I shared a room with 3 of my cousins who were close in age. And on one particular night they were being extremely noisy. After asking them to quiet down and go to sleep they still continued to be rowdy. Knowing one of the girls had a crush on a particular member of a popular boy band. I threatened to “curse” him to hurt his ankle during a performance that night. Undeterred, my cousins continued to giggle and screech at each other during pillow and tickle fights, so I made good on my threat and “cursed” that certain guy to hurt his ankle not thinking it would actually happen of course. The next day during our ritual dose of MTV news we all discovered that what I had wished had in fact come true during a performance in Canada (oops?). Another example is when I was 15 my mother and I lived in an apartment building managed by a less than favorable guy, and after a few strong words between my mom and the manager I thought for sure we’d have to find a new place to live which would have been extremely inconvenient so I wished that he’d get fired instead. The next day a notice went out to all the tenants informing everyone that we were under new management (uncanny is it not?). A more recent example (and I know Russ will not let me hear the end of it once he reads this) is while we were at the Disneyland California Adventure, a ride that I was truly willing to go on but still hesitant about broke down near the time we had our Fast Passes scheduled for and was never (to our knowledge) put back into service. Thus I was saved from having to ride the Grizzly River Run (or whatever it’s called). And the most recent of all… I’m sick. I caught the common cold on Monday and warned Russ to stay away from me or he’d catch it too. Of course he didn’t listen, so Wednesday night I spent my first night alone in the apartment wishing that Russ was there with me. Selfishly thinking that I’d enjoy being able to snuggle with him if he stayed home this week because he got sick. Well yesterday I noticed Russ was a little extra quiet and looked too tired for having been awake for a couple hours. I chalked it up to him being tired after returning back to working graveyard, but Baron came over to the apartment to pick up a few things and remarked on how tired Russ looked, even asking him if he was sick. Russ shot a guilty look my way and I narrowed my eyes at him while pointing an accusing finger in his direction. I scolded him (gently of course) for not being honest about how he felt, and for not listening to my warning to stay away from me. Though I was thankful that he decided to stay home from work, he was originally planning on going in if it wasn’t for Baron ratting him out. So long story short, I wished for Russ to stay home and he did. Because he was sick, but don’t tell me none of this is my fault. Because whether it is or it isn’t my conscience is not bothered one bit. I am a selfish creature and gladly accept any forms of payment towards situations that benefit my happiness.


Whether you believe in karma or dogma, you have to admit that my good fortune is definitely extraordinary. Or maybe I don’t always get what I want. Maybe I just want what I get?... I like to think I’m special and have a way of getting what I want, like a loving husband that knows and understands me better than anyone else. I have not one but TWO great jobs with amazingly laid back and fun co-workers. I belong to a family that is full of quirky, fun, compassionate, loving, sweet, spiritual and long-suffering people. My friends are my best friends; they keep me sane and constantly give me the variety I need in social and educational circles. Their music tastes and different view points nourish me and help fuel my over active imagination. I love each of them for their individuality and hope that my children will some day gain the blessing of knowing such people. I have trials just like anyone else, but I feel that my blessings always out weigh the negative experiences.



What a weird tangent huh? Anyway have a good weekend and thanks for reading my crazy ramble! Blame it on it being Friday and therefore the reason behind my incoherency.