Ever wake up realizing: hey...I haven't made a dime in weeks! (Well, days actually, but the point still stands). Here I am drawing bold and living golden, tellin folk about the imminent blowuptuation of my bizness, all the while eschewing the Paris Hilton lifestyle (not to mention the pornista/debutante herself [or at least as she has happily protrayed in the media]), and the next thing I know I'm living it. (Sans porn.) Dilletanting around town, making book signings & play readings of all my buds, never passing up a passed hors d'oeuvre, yet passing my stationary bike like I don't see it or acting like it's a piece of small talk-worthy sculpture, one. How'd that happen? I dunno exactly, but honey, that was May. As of today, as of this here Lord's day morning, I decided before my online mentor session with my brilliant pal Ally that I would get up and get on the good foot before she put me through the e-shredder for not following up on her last half hour tutorial. You ever have friends like that? They bless your life, inspire you and wear you out all at the same time? But since DivaCardista is always trying to grow a bit greener in every way every day, here I am gettin my blog on before the clock strikes eight. Plus Ally truly has it goin on, so now that I am fairly awake, I'm gettin all happy inside. Good ole Ally.
Had to wake up anyway. Was dreaming of twisters and all manner of storm. And since I don't have a [current] dream b0ok and thus no way of monetizing those cryptic and scary messages from my dream state, I figured I best get on up and get my praise on and a little typistry while I'm at it.
Today started grey but it looks like my church choir is too hype for even the sun to resist. And I'm glad about it. Sunshine suits the first day of June, wouldn't you say?
Oh yes: at least four times a week DivaCardista wakes up with her praise. Should have seen me the day I figured out how to make my CD player my alarm clock as well. Felt like Stephen 'awking, I did.
It's so wonderful to greet June in my right frame of mind and healthy! I used to think old folk were trippin when they'd say things like "be glad you have your health". Please. I was finna marry Eddie Murphy and live in his New Jersey mansion, tell jokes and make us some pretty Murphy babies. Matter of fact, that could been our first daughter's name: Pretty Murphy. Why not? Seems to have done well for the Ricky family as a first name. Why not us Murphys?
But I digress.
Oh, God is greatly to be praised for all things! So much He has brought me through. My lady doctor found a lump in my breast a few weeks ago. Now, DivaCardista had been prayerful & playin it cool but every now and then I'd be "chewin on my fingernails/ nervous", in the words of Oscar Nominee Queen Latifah. But in steps our worthy God working through the specialist to whom my lady doctor referred me. Don't you know that both tests from the NASA Squeezinator 3000 and BoobSweepTV showed nothing except fantastically fibrous breast tissue made right here in the US of A. God Bless America!
Now your pal DivaCardista would be remiss if she didn't encourage you to get your breasts checked! Honey, if your boobs are casting shade on the space bar and lower keys of your keypad or if they are prehaps more petite, if you are a bosomy babe or a gynomastia-having guy, get yourself checked out. Yes, its painful, but only for a few moments. You can do it! You can do it!
Especially now that swim suit season is here. After all, who needs a bikini full of mystery?
Anyhoo...
May the Lord bless you real good this here coatless season!
Blessings,
DivaCardista
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