I wanted to take a break between restaurant reviews and recipes to deliver a little non-food post filled with musings about life’s wants. 

I have to admit, I have a pretty good life.  One of the many things I’m thankful for is my job.  I’m fortunate to be doing something that I love, and that I’ve always wanted to do.  Early on I kept my head down, did well in school and put myself through college.  I had to hold 2-3 jobs at any given time, but I still managed to do that and make almost straight A’s, an accomplishment of which I’m still very proud today.  Unfortunately, I also had to take out loans, as do most students nowadays, but it was absolutely worth it in the end.

And I will be paying for it being absolutely worth it until the day I die.  Sallie Mae, you are a shiesty little bitch there, aren’t ya? 

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(And you thought this was going to be a warm and fuzzy post.)

It’s nice to look around, realize what you have and give thanks, whether it be to your particular God, fate, the Universe, etc.  But sometimes, all that positive thinking crap gets really old, especially when it’s nearing June and the weather is perpetually rainy and 50 degrees where you live.  So while I absolutely encourage you to take in and give thanks for the things you have, maybe just for today we can give the big fat bird to Sallie Mae (or lender of choice) and focus on the things we WANT.

Because hey, I know I’m not the only one in this predicament, and sometimes you’ve gotta find something to keep the motivation alive.  I’d like to think I’m working to achieve the items on the Want List.

Here are some things I”m angsting over. 

A Vacation

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Say hello to Fiji.  This would also work if it were Bali, Seychelles, Phuket, Hawaii, the Caribbean or, hell, even a cruise.

The tropics are nice, but this is what my heart is really lusting over.

For me, Paris is Heaven on Earth. 

I am DYING to return to Europe.  I went for a month on a study abroad trip shortly before graduating college, and I have been lusting over the thought of returning ever since.  The problem is, of course, that plane tickets alone would put me in the poorhouse, and deciding which countries to visit (so many to choose from!!!) is damn near impossible. 

 

To Eat at the Top 50 Restaurants in the World

Click the link to access the list.

Sallie Mae majorly cramps my style when it comes to eating, especially when considering that the per person cost of most of these restaurants is several hundred dollars.

I’m still pissed I never got to eat at El Bulli before it closed.  TRAGEDY.

Where would you eat if you could try one of the restaurants on the list?  I think I’d go with Le Chateaubriand.  One of the best meals I ever had was in a bistro in a Paris alleyway – I’d be really interested to see what the best of the best in France has to offer.

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These Shoes

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I have been lusting over the Sperry Top-Siders since they came out two or three years ago.  I. LOVE. THEM. 

I also REALLY want a pair of these.  These are my “I’ve made it” shoes.  When I can buy these without having to save for them or stop eating for two weeks to make up for spending the money on them, I’ll know I’ve made it.

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Hummina hummina hummina.  Please excuse me while I wipe the unsightly drool from my chin.  And fold my tongue back into my mouth.  You know in Bambi, how Thumper always starts wildly tapping his food whenever he sees the girl bunny rabbit (Daisy??)?  Yeah…my reaction to these, and any Louboutins, really, is pretty much like that. 

This Car

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I know, I know.  Who DOESN’T want this car??  This is far down the list of wants because, frankly, I’d rather travel.  But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s purty.

 

This Face

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I want to get Maverick a brother

PS – if anyone in Texas wants a Russian Blue kitten, my friend has one she’s fostering until she can find him a home.  Russian Blues make excellent pets – they’re very friendly, playful, lovable and intelligent.  I had a Russian growing up, and Maverick is a Russian, and I can tell you they are really wonderful cats.  VERY easygoing.

 

Question: What would you buy if you didn’t have loans?  If you don’t have loans, share what’s at the top of your want list and I’ll try not to hate you

• 20th May 2011 at 11:34 am
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Meet Maverick.

(Warning: gratuitous pet pictures aplenty here.  If you’re not a cat person, you might want to skip this post.)

This little beast is the freakin’ light of my life. 

That’s 17 pounds of love, right there.

This post has been a long time coming.  I think it’s pretty obvious that food is something that lights my fire, but I really love cats too.  I have so much respect for how smart they are, and I love how you can practically see a cat’s soul when you look into his eyes.  I think they’re absolutely beautiful creatures with the flexibility and grace of a dancer.  When they’re playful, they provide hours of laughs.

Cats are really very human animals.  You know the iconic scene in Meet The Parents, when Jack says that cats don’t just give away their love, but you have to earn it?  Well, yeah.  A relationship with a cat is as good as what you put in.  If you really love them, they will devote their undying love and affection back. 

If you don’t, then you’ll end up with an aloof cat at best, and at worst a mean cat who is afraid of people and destroys your house. 

When I first got Maverick from the HSPCA, I bought a book called Think Like A Cat: How to Raise a Well-Adjusted Feline, Not a Sour Puss, and the author is absolutely brilliant.  I have had cats my entire life, but this book taught me how to get the best out of my relationship with him.  As a result, I have a cat who:

Greets me at the door.

Fetches.

(He likes to fetch socks…don’t ask me why.)

Loves kisses and hugs.

He has never bitten or scratched a human in his life.

Loves other animals…

(When KnightlyBoyfriend’s cat wants to come back inside, he hops on the windowsill and Maverick – who is an inside cat – meows to let the rest of us know that he’s waiting.  They also like to cuddle with each other.)

And people.

(Ladies, doesn’t it melt your heart when the sig. other does something like this with pets or children when they think you’re not looking?  It melts mine.)

Maverick is my ittle witty bitty baby.  His “royal” name is Maverick Mavy Moo Poo Poo Pants Meowface Purrington McScratchy Whiskerson.  And it’s well-deserved because I treat him like a little prince.  But hey, he’s one cool cat.

I love me some fuzzy critters.

Introduce your pet!  What do you love most about your pet babies?

PS – people who don’t like cats always feel the need to tell me how much they dislike cats.  Because I feel that this is rude, I reserve the right to delete any comments of that nature.  And to tell you that I dislike your children…or YOU.

PPS – I do, however, encourage comments about any pet, whatever the species!  (Or is it genus…?)

• 4th February 2011 at 11:59 pm
• About Me, Maverick
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