Caterwauling

We were out tonight and I saw a convertible Pontiac Sunfire. I’ve never seen one of those. If you can afford a rag top, wouldn’t you buy a better car? 😉

(Nothin’ but lovin’ for the Sunfire — that was my first car.)

I did entirely too much bitching today, although if you were in my shoes (black patent thong-style high heels), you would have understood.

However, I did a lot of laughing, too. At one point, I was ranting so much I thought I was going to throw up. My friend offered, rather helpfully, “I’d hold back your hair for you.” And I think he meant it. 🙂 I declared that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. *sniffle*

On one of my online “away” messages, I had posited whether stupidity were contagious. My friend B. (happy belated birthday!) poked me on that one, as he mused:

B: It is, you know.
Me: I was afraid of that.
B: It’s pneumonic.
Me: And incurable.
B: Sometimes curable, though the treatment is often painful.
Me: Yeah, that reading books thing can be a killer for some people.
B: Baseball bats work for others.

I need to envision myself surrounded by smart, magnificent, useful and uber-fabulous people (like the two I mentioned today). Perhaps they will somehow multiply and I will be drowning in others’ awesomeness. Lord knows I could use a little bit of faith-restoration in the human race right about now. …

Dear Oxygen Thieves,

Love,
Goddess

I was listening to “Law of Attraction” in the car this morning.

(Caveat: I MEANT to buy “Law of Attraction: The Science of Attracting More of What You Want and Less of What You Don’t” but wasn’t paying attention to the author names. Rats.)

Anyway, the one I got isn’t too terrible, although I’m not loving the weird accent the female author (Esther Hicks) takes on as she’s channeling “Abraham,” the collective name for a group of folks on a higher plane of existence who adopted that name because they are teaching how to reconnect with your higher self.

In particular, the basic premise is that you attract what you think about. (Am thinking about hard, throbbing … er, wait, what was I saying?!!?) Ahem. Even if it’s bad stuff. Meaning, when I think, “What is that dumb ‘ho going to do to piss me off today?” I am thus attracting whatever antics the dumb ‘ho might be thinking up. And I get angrier and angrier that I cannot get a gun without a waiting period. 😉

Instead, I should be envisioning this person, if not being helpful for the first and perhaps only time in her miserable little life, then at least not pissing me off.

It took until Song 8 on the first CD for me to actually get into the message, and I left it on how you can’t lose weight when you use the word fat or how you can’t attract money when you consider yourself to be poor. It makes sense, because the people I know who preach prosperity aren’t exactly rolling their pennies to buy the iPhone on Friday.

Anyway, instead of saying this day is going to be a waste, I’m simply going to say that it started off with some challenges but goodness and light will triumph in the end.

Damn it.