So much has been going on in my world, yet the diva has not written it hear for all three of her adoring fans to read. So I shall attempt to catch everyone up on the essentials of what they need to know.

First, I forgot to wish my red-headed mommy a happy birthday. I must now point out that I thought of doing so with some frequency but I have been a little busy lately.

I am still adjusting to my new home and its varied furnishings. My dining area set-up is still too embarassing for me to want to have guest over. This may be for the best for any potential guests as I have been eating bizarre food combinations. For instance, this evening, I mixed an apple spinach salad with boneless chicken wings and cheese fries.

In other news, a man has takent the challenge to date a diva. Thus far is defeating the challenge quite soundly. He's respectful, handsome, sweet, and his smile makes me melt. I melt more if I am certain something I said generated the smile. Oh dear, I'm gushing. I believe it is time to wish you a good night, but I must first let you all know that I conquered two hundred fiche today. Ahhhh!!!!

The world outside continues to be so cold that many have begun to fear that spring will never come. I have had many moments where my rear end almost met the ground quite forcibly today. The whole world has given up on eradicating the thin coating of ice that is settling over the surface of the world. While slipping and sliding along a water-logged piece of plastic on a plush lawn is fun, such entertainment is not so wise on hard concrete. For this reason, I am still hoping French Creek Freddy's prognostication of an early spring proves to be true.

In other news, I continue to have more upcoming activities than I can keep track of. This would not be such a problem if I actually looked at my day planner more frequently than when I write down important details such as church activities and dentist appointments.

My dentist's office is actually quite concerned about my oral hygiene. They called to tell me how long it has been since I had a cleaning. I am well aware of this fact (and my need to locate some dental floss shortly), but my ongoing projects discourage me from adding more "to do"s to my list. Speaking of, I feel I should now sneak off to tackle some of these infamous projects. Perhaps, I will have more excitement for you soon?

I sometimes wonder what would happen if I let every thought that enters my head come out. I am sure I would offend a lot of people. I am sure many people would deny the truth of my assertions. From those who should admit that we were dating to those who should quit acting like we are dating since I am obviously not interested to those who complain about my noise levels when they are directly related to the noise level of the complainer, I have far too many blatant truths I wish to speak. But I hold my tongue and do not speak.

Why? Because most people are only listening for what they want to hear. I see no point in starting a battle that they will lose, but other people will be injured by as they choose sides. In the long run, none of these annoyances really matter do they?

Obviously, I had another typical Monday. I spent quality time with fiche and books while my eyes tried to slip closed despite my extensive hours of sleep last night. Speaking of it washes the rest of the day from my mind. I am going to go sneak up on my bed...

Yesterday was another over-filled (enjoyably so) day in the life of a diva. It was rife with my standard pile of books, fiche, and newspapers that need to be recycled. As I sat pondering the ongoing translations of random foreign documents microfiche that continue to plague me, my phone rang. I peeked at it to see that my brother was calling, so I answered the phone.

"Hello, got good news for me?"

"That depends. It's a boy."

"Well with your genes, that could be good or bad."

Well, that is close to our conversation. I became a real bonafide aunt again at 9:35 yesterday morning. The wee one was named Joseph Leonidus (though I hold out hope that the middle name is a joke my brother is playing on me.) Of course, he is related to me and I have a piece of paper filled with odd names I have discovered during the course of my job, so I fear it isn't a joke.

Shortly after my brother released me back to the fiche and fun, my phone rang again. I had been warned that such a call might come, so I answered it. I was informed that flowers were about to be en route to me. I explained that I was not at home. They got confused by my attempts to lead them to the halls of knowledge, so I agreed to pick up the flowers on the way home. This led to the floor of my car receiving a nice bath, but the flowers were beautiful, so I am mostly over it.

Of course, between work and the flowers, I went to visit everyone's favorite place. I went to my dentist. They discussed my wisdom teeth with me again and informed me that, despite my personal feelings that I don't floss enough, my mouth is fairly clean. Good news for anyone who kisses me, right?

Anyway, after I arrived home and added water to my vase of flowers, I fought a battle with my cat for the couch. I promptly passed out. I was awakened an hour past the cats' feeding time. This disoriented me since neither of the cats seems to have eaten my fingers, toes, or earlobes. I was reminded that I had a girl date, so I yawned, stretched, and raced to find some goodies to eat.

The goodies were acceptable. Yay. And I was rewarded with the chance to feed and entertain baby Nicholas. I think he finds me rather boring, but some day, he will be old enough to realize I bake fabulous cookies and then I will be one of his favorite people.

I returned to my home to find that a sweet, wonderful aroma had taken over. It even override the strange smell that I call Rodney. I don't think Rodney appreciated this since he had previously been denied the right to munch on my flowers. Of course, I had to call the wonderful (and I don't think that word is strong enough) man who sent me flowers and has me "effervescing". I am not sure what that means. I am just hoping I find an acceptable gift to give him in return. I am thinking flowers isn't a good choice--maybe cookies. I am seeing a trend here.

It has been one of those rare days when circumstances beyond my control (well, mostly) lead me to take two whole showers. Some in the world probably rejoice because they just don't like the smell of diva. Others are sad that they did not get to take two showers today. Either way, I don't care. I love having my hair back to normal, sans curls or hair spray.

The day began as most days begin with me waking up at a forsaken hour wondering who or what disturbed my slumber. It turns out that after eating buffet food with the rest of the wedding party last night, I needed to cleanse my system. Then the toilet clogged, causing me to have to cleanse another system. Luckily plungers still work without having to yell at them so no one else was awakened. I proceeded to slip back into semi-interesting slumber.

I awoke again without cause and lay on the bride's couch, staring at the ceiling until my alarm went off. Then I was off to take my first shower of the day and discover one of the first annoying parts of my day. I received a ticket for parking on the street, despite assurances that such things do not happen. Next time, I will obey the good citizen in my head and pull my magical car into the driveway behind the other three cars.

Then the whirlwind tour begun. We went to get our hair done. We stopped to drop off a car at the country club to transport us back later. Then we were off to pick up two wedding dresses and the necessary accoutrements. Then we rushed home to meet the other bridesmaids. Being the sensible person that I am, I slipped into my dress and proceeded to make a nice fat roast beef sandwich to tide me over during the ceremony. Another bridesmaid was so impressed, she insisted on taking a picture of me eating. We hobbits know how to party.

Shortly thereafter, we all hustled into a limo SUV. I don't think I need to comment on my feelings on this, but I will. Let's just say that after riding in a sexy Mitsubishi Eclipse (which may be habit-forming), I was not as thrilled as I could have been. They did provide water for all my hydration needs, however, so all is well.

Then we began the waiting game as the limo went to claim the men. We watched the photographer, who had already got some unflattering pictures of us exiting the limo, trying to find a good location for photographing the bride in the basement of the church. During this time, my phone rang to my great pleasure. After dutifully posing for some pictures and watching the photographer's assistant demonstrate again and again how we ladies should hold our flowers, I rushed out to return the call. Due to me forgetting that my boyfriend and I are incapable of hanging up on each other, I came back inside before our call was over. Now a picture of me being one of those people on a cell phone in public exists. (As you may have guessed, the day was rife with horrible photos of the diva.)

The ceremony seemed to take, forever. It was worth it though to see Michelle so happy for such a long time. After the ceremony, more pictures and photographer prancing abounded. Then we slipped into the limo again. This time, the men joined us. I became interesting do to my lack of desire to drink any alcohol. I also made the faux pas of drinking the juice straight that other people wanted to mix with alcohol. Oops. I admit that I am not sorry. I love my cranberry juice straight up from the can. When mocking that aspect of my lameness was over, I was offered a Valentine's Day make-out session. Aside from the fact that the man in question has a fiance (anyone else noticing how inappropriate that is?), he has nothing on my sweetie, so he got denied all the times he asked.

Anyway, not much else of interest happened in the way of wedding fun. Well, not anything that I want to put into a book I am not sure I should write because I am afraid it might give my boyfriend the wrong idea. Was that a run-on sentence? I believe it might have been. Time for bed.

"True love hopes and prays for an endless continuation of association with the loved one. To those who are sealed to each other for all existence, love is ever warm, more hopeful, believing, courageous, and fearless. Such people live the richer, more joyful life. To them, happiness and the making of it have no end." ~Elder John A. Widtsoe; Evidences and Reconciliations

"One good yardstick as to whether a person might be the right one for you is this: in her presence, do you think your noblest thoughts, do you aspire to your finest deeds, do you wish you were better than you are?" ~President Ezra Taft Benson; Ensign, May 1988

One of my many struggles is trying not to read too much into any conversation. Whether we were discoursing on the meaning of life, why I won't make out with drunk groomsmen, or how much we both love cheese, I fear I can take too much from any given conversation. Of course, this only applies to my conversations with other men. I fear none of us analyzes our communications with Heavenly Father as much. Do we even remember that he has been talking? Go read some scriptures. I have nothing more for you now.

As always, the diva has been too busy to fill her anxious fans in on her wild and exciting life. In not so interesting news. I finished half of a sewing project that continues to haunt me. I think I am going to have to crack down on my lazy self and make me finish it this week so that it will not continue to plague me into a third month. I also looked at one of my novels for the first time in many months last night. I need to work on it, but my muse is taking a vacation. Who knew muses could take vacations?

My cats seem to have forgiven me for my ongoing absence this weekend. I am glad because I had a marvelous weekend, which I suppose I can share some highlights from:

On Friday, I made record time and even managed to only get slightly lost. I think my next trip might be even less eventful, particularly if the snow finally disappears so my car doesn't end up slathered in grime after my little mini-vacations.

Saturday found me spending some quality time with my sweetie. He has finally accepted my advances and allowed me to help him out when I come to visit. I helped him put up molding and watched some interesting movies: American History X (very good story, but it had some disturbing scenes), The Singing Detective (Robert Downey, Jr. really should lay off the drugs), and Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned to Love the Bomb (I found it surprisingly good considering my distaste for the movies of Stanley Kubrick). I also fell asleep on the couch to be awakened to a handsome man offering me chocolate--how could that not be fabulous?

On Sunday, he accompanied me to church again, which is good because we know I'd get lost trying to find the place. (I get lost trying to find my way to the kitchen for a glass of water in the middle of the night.) We also spent more time watching television (I failed to keep my resolution to not spend so much time watching the tube, obviously). We also had a delightful meal where I proceeded to help him eat his vegetables. Then we returned home where he was gracious enough to dance with me in his living room.

The past few days have not been as exciting. I got to visit my dentist today, so my mouth feels weird. I also got to scrub some of the filth off of my car. I couldn't deal with being unable to see through my newly-frosted windows, so I washed the salt and other road slush away. I didn't do the best job, retrospectively, but I can see out my windows and my coat hasn't turned white since the cleansing. I also went on a mini road trip with my seester to pick up her tiny tike. He's still adorable--much more adorable than my own little boy who was sleeping dead center of my pillow thus causing me to cling to the side of the bed. Ah. Some days it isn't worth it to have little fuzzy love muffins....