11/15/01

How Do I pray?
Each morning I stretch my palms out to the ceilings and thank God that I am alive.As I brush my teeth, I read over the prayer of Jabez taped on my mirror. “Oh Lord, that you would bless me. That you would enlarge my territory, keep your hand with me and keep me from evil”In the shower I say thanks to God for a healthy body… a boon since I dont’ have health insurance
In the car, I make a visual acknowledgement to the rosaries hanging on the rear view mirror.Unlike my mother who used to do the rosary while driving, I prefer to keep both hands on the wheel (except when it’s on the radio nob, diving through my purse for change or directions, dialing the cel phone, etc)

When I start writing here, I do a mini examination of where God was in my day, who I spoke to, what I appreciated, how things went that were just right, what went wrong and what I’m supposed to learn from it, and try to discern and meditate on what God is trying to say to me that day.

When I close my eyes, I thank God for another good day and the hope for another good one tomorrow.

Poetica Spontenaum 11/15/01
Crash over me
in frozen fury
unable to move
blink or to breathe

Crash over me
in brilliant glory
a pilar of salt
too impatient to see

Crash over me
In wind and sleet
Cutting into my cheeks
Like a warrior in ready

Crash over me
oh yes.
Once again
Crash.

(and yes, i actually do write these ON THE SPOT each day…well 3 days in a row and spottily on occasion in the past and 99% of the time I do guarantee they will suck royal hairy sweaty monkey balls but that’s ok, now tisn’t it?)

Dreadful Disappointment
Well,
So it’s the bay area which already puts at a disadvantage every fabulostess who wants to throw a party with an equal part of lovely ladies as dapper dons. Heaven knows it’s murder trying to get a ratio of breeder guys to gals that’s any better than 7 to 5. Really. And I try, trust me I try.

But to be *harrangued* for it today by a cute boy (that I would have once fleetingly considered…considered for what? oh…) and accused that I hadn’t invited any women? Referring to my evite list as “Castro Street” ? And then to be challenging me if I thought I was woman enough for the entier party.

Oh honey, I’m *Positive* I’m enough woman for the entire party.You just proved that you’re not enough man.Isn’t that a stinker.

What’s a girl to do when she really *is* too good for most of the men out there? Who’s left that *is* still good enough (and straight, and single, and with all their hair and teeth, etc etc.) ???

I will say that I always feel better about myself when I anonymously browse through personals ads out there.There’s nothing quite so gratifying as seeing pictures, profiles, & detailed descriptions for guys calling themselves “labialover”or “14incherforyou” or “Wtng4dagurLofmydrms” or “NiceguyfinishafterU” to make a gal feel better.Pbbbbbbbbbbt.

I have some of the coolest friends.

D. a guy who asked me to be his date for the prom (or was it homecoming) back in 1990 after meeting him once, whom I ducked phone calls from, whom my mother lied to so that I wouldn’t be bothered by any boys at all, whom somehow or other I wound up still being friends with in College & beyond (why dang it all, maybe i should have gone to prom with him) sent me a hallmark digital Happy Diwali card today.

D. Kicks major ass.
So, Happy Diwali to everyone today.

From Yahoo re: The significance of Diwali:
In Hinduism, a five-day religious festival in autumn. It honors Lakshmi, goddess of wealth, or, in Bengal, the goddess Kali. During its celebration, earthenware lamps are lit and placed on the parapets of houses and temples or set adrift on rivers and streams. The fourth day of the festival marks the start of a new year, a time of gift-giving, visiting friends, decorating homes, and wearing new clothes. Diwali is celebrated by Jains and Sikhs as well.

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Presenting the Newly Incarnated and Ever Lovely Though Anonymous *cough* Miss Wahine