Score One Point for the Tia

The past weekend was a busy one around DivaStan, what with that completely overloaded social calendar to mine to keep up with! One of the multitude of events was a garage sale/silent auction at the local church where the DivaFamily worships (minus myself, Tia, and ‘Bob’…kind of a long story there…). After roaming around in a almost uncharacteristic show of solidarity, Tia put it a bid on a planter which had been decorated by the Kid’sTown Sunday school class.

Not too surprisingly (what with her parents actually running the auction), she won.

Then came the family debate…is the tree/bush in the planter real or fake?

The Tia Parents: It’s Fake.

Tia and HistoryDiva: It’s Real.

The verdict…was provided by Mother Nature.

Behold, our beautiful, flowering, totally REAL hibiscus!

A Random Funny

À la Chambre du chat

Le Gremlin!

L'oreiller réticent!

Today's French lesson brought to you by: Babel Fish

Sorry about the dark pics, gang. But it's like 100 degrees outside and the only way my poor little apartment air conditioning can keep up is if we keep the blinds closed and the lights off!

Also...please ignore the fact that I totally need a haircut...

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

I have NEVER liked these people...seriously NEVER...just ask LibraryDiva.

The Diva God-Daughter

Tonight, my lovely, talented, wonderful god-daughter took to the stage. Her ’class’ performed three numbers, a ballet number, a jazz number, and a tap number. Unfortunately, no photography was allowed during the performance but we could take as many pictures as we wanted during the curtain call.

Here she is with her class. You will notice that she is in a completely different outfit from the rest of her group. Well…she has this independent streak…and when they were done with their last number she changed back into her ’regular’ clothes. And when they broke the news to her that she HAD to put on her costume to go out for the final bow…she picked out the one she liked best instead of the one that matched the rest of the group.

Isn’t she just the cutest thing???

So Apparently...

...Tia has become rather 'attached' to Midget.

How I Spent My 'Unexpected Day Off'

Before

Around 1:30 pm today.

After

Around 4:30 pm today.

Would You Look At That!!

Did you, lovely, devoted, talented, awesomely awesome Blissfully Unaware reader, happen to notice the post count? Did you? Of course you did….cause you’re awesomely awesome like that!

Happy 400th post, Blissfully Unaware!

The Gods Look Down and Giggle

…or: Why the HistoryDiva is posting something new at 11:00 AM on a Tuesday.

Good morning boys and girl! How are you today? Me, I’m excellent. Thanks for asking!

Confused and or frustrated on my behalf yet? As it is a work day morning and yet I’m sitting at my kitchen table in my blue jeans typing up a blog post? Well, don’t be! Cause there is a story here…are you sitting comfortably? Good, then I’ll begin.

This morning dawned bright and clear and warm and so pretty that I just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. But I extracted my aching self from the cozy cocoon of covers and stumbled my way blindly into the shower. I got dressed, drove through a local fast food place for some breakfast and arrived at work (ready to be totally shocked???) on time! As I walked through the parking garage I noticed a seriously large puddle of water on the floor of the parking deck, which is odd since it wasn’t raining. Then I noticed that water was running down the wall of the building, which I thought was equally odd.

I head up to the forth floor where I am greeted by our receptionist who lets me know that the bathrooms are flooded so I’ll have to head back downstairs when I need to use the facilities. I head to my little teal green cubicle like the good little corporate cog I am. I go about my morning routine of breakfast eating, report printing, and chatting with coworkers.

At around 9:15 a.m. an announcement breaks through the usual early morning buzz of office noise:

“I NEED EVERYONE TO COME TO THE ______________ DEPARTMENT IMMEDIATELY.”

So all my coworkers and I file toward one end of the building where we are greeted by a row of supervisors and the head of building maintenance…who inform us that there has been a catastrophic water line break in the building. There are several THOUSAND gallons of water standing on the roof of the building and several THOUSAND more gallons standing to waist height on the seventh floor. Every eye in the room turns toward the ceiling at the same time. In the sudden silence we can hear the unmistakable sound of copious amounts of water pouring down one of the two staircases in the building, and flooding down between the walls toward the empty spaces left on the lower floors.

We were told that we had thirty minutes to evacuate the building, and were instructed to get our files off our desks and into filing cabinets or the upper drawers of our desks to keep them dry. We were told to unplug our computers and get all electrical components off the floor. Soon enough the entire place began to look like a ghost town and pictures, posters, calendars and decorations disappeared from desktops. Computers were covered in plastic bags, phones unhooked and wrapped in garbage bags to keep them safe. My coworkers and I formed a long line and followed each other down the one still accessible stairway, listening to the sounds of water rushing above our heads.

So, I have the rest of the day off to do with as I please…so I’m outta here!

Not my office, sorry, there wasn’t really time to take pictures…!

For Thing Two

IKEA Grammar Fail

Silly Swedish furniture store! A lot is two words...not one.

...And She's Only Been Here Four Days.

As I mentioned in the last post, GTDiva (a.k.a. GenuineTiaEvil) has become the newest Diva in DivaStan. She fits right in…which is almost creepy. Even the ’Interloping Midget’ is starting to accept her presence. But, as we all know, everyone has their own little…um…quirks.

Do you see what she’s doing? She’s washing the bottle of soap.

(I’ll give you a minute to let that one percolate in your brain…)

And now she’s drying the bottle of soap.

Midge was fascinated.

I suggested that she buy stock in antibacterial wipes.

She told me to ‘go jump.’

Still scrubbing as Remy looks on.

I don’t know what it was…but she had to clean it.

Midget was over come with the lemon fresh scent hanging in the air.

And for all my new readers (Hi there, new readers!), the recently linked friends of Tia, here’s a picture of her ‘lair.’