Blissfully Unaware: June 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Texts From Real Life

Here, for your reading enjoyment, is the text conversation between LibraryDiva and myself in the early hours of this morning.

LibraryDiva: "Had a dream about zombies!!!"

HistoryDiva: "Uh huh. Did they get you?"

LibraryDiva: "They tried. They were smart zombies, but I was a ninja."

HistoryDiva: "Well...good for you."

Sunday, June 13, 2010

It Was A Serious Party

At one point during the reception for Karen and Dave on Saturday night the DJ requested that all the married couples present come out on the dance floor.

It took a little convincing, but I actually managed to get the DivaAunt and DivaUncle to participate!

Aren't they cute?
I know!
They totally are!

And yes...these are the only pictures I took at the reception cause I was way too busy talking, laughing and dancing!

The Rather Important Event

Saturday, June 12, 2010, was a beautiful day.

It was also a hot and steamy day in middle Georgia.

And the heat index read 105...in the shade.

And I was dressed in black satin and two inch heels.

But it was totally worth it.

Because two people whom I happen to love very much became man and wife that day.

Karen (aka the H.O.P.S.F)

She was a beautiful bride.

The bridesmaids (well, except for me), Matron of Honor, and mother of the bride.

Aimee, the photography assistant, and two of the readers.

Heather, the Matron of Honor
...she was taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.

Greg the photographer, Aimee, and Angela.

Greg getting Karen ready for a pic.

Karen and her mom.

To get ready for this shot they made Dave walk backward, stand with his back to the door and we had to scramble to cover up a mirror so that he wouldn't see Karen in reflection.

Now, since this was Karen and Dave's day and since I was kinda busy too, I'm not going to give you any more of the details (I'll leave that to Karen).

But I will tell you that it was a wonderful day, a lovely service, and a seriously fantastic party.

Congratulations Karen and Dave!

A Weekend Adventure

So...a rather important event occurred over the weekend, and as I was to play a part in the proceedings I climbed into my trust DivaMobile and made my way south.

Now, here's an entertaining fact about the HistoryDiva that you don't know. Large cities both fascinate and terrify me. Yep. I can totally understand what would draw a person to live in a large city - like the ATL for example. The hustle and bustle, the buzz of city life, the night life and the neon, the hidden gems and the amazingly quite solitude of the inner city parks.

The drawbacks? Crowds, noise, traffic, crime, pollution, getting lost in the shuffle, the high cost of living, the inevitable isolation that comes with the big city anonymity. Oh, and don't forget that whole 'you could fall out of a window from really high up' thing.

So anyway! As I was driving into the city, I pulled out the camera and snapped a few pics (and since I was basically just doing the point and shoot thing - what with the traffic and driving - I'm actually amazed that these didn't come out totally blurry).

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Unique Form of Torture

There are many long standing DivaFamily traditions, several of which have been chronicled on this very blog from time to time. But perhaps one of our most enduring traits is that when one of us is somewhere fabulous...like...I don't know...Charleston, South Carolina...we like to rub it in the face of those of us who are somewhere crappy...like work.

So here, for your viewing pleasure - and because I shouldn't be the only one suffering - are the pictures the loving DivaAunt flooded my phone with while I was at work yesterday.

If you look really hard, you can spot the DivaUncle in there...

*sigh*

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Look-it!!!

Shiny new vinyl!

In the kitchen, dining room, both bathrooms...

...and unexpectedly, the square in front of the door.

And look-it! Finally, after more than TWO YEARS of begging, the gap between the tub and the flooring has been fixed!

And unearthed by the kind flooring guys...Thing One's stash of jingle toys. This double handful of plastic kitty glee, previously stowed behind the fridge, the washer and dryer, and even the dishwasher, was the first thing I noticed when I opened the front door after work today. There were even a few of Thing Two's favorite fuzzy catnip mice (which had seen better days and got thrown out immediately).