The Diva Blogs!

The Diva has decided to try her hand at this blogging thing. Should I be proud or intimidated?

Hi guys! It’s the Diva here!:)

Let  me explain:  I wanted to blog, just once. If y’all like it, I will do another one.

Who wants to know some fun facts about me?


1.       I love my mom. Duh.

2.       I love the color pink.

3.       I love chocolate meringue pie. I call it chocolate shampoo pie because the meringue looks like sudsy shampoo.

4.       I absolutely hate math. My mom makes me do it anyway.

5.       I love babies and baby animals!!!:)

6.       Cheer rocks!  As for  the people who don’t think cheer is a sport, it’s harder than basketball. Trust me!

7.        I love to draw.

8.       My family’s crazy, but I love ‘em.

9.       The Bubbe drives  me crazy sometimes.

10.   I’m a make-up fanatic!! Ask mommy.

That’s all for now.

The cutest wittle girl in the world (and don’t call me wittle!!!),

Sugar Bear
Baby Girl
Boo Boo
Precious One
The Diva


Twenty Questions

Yesterday, the Diva and I traveled back from Memphis, where we had gone to attend the wedding of a beautiful, gracious, intelligent, lovely, and hilarious friend. Holla, Susan!

As we headed back East, toward our snowy Mecca, the Diva suggested a game.  We had played that game for awhile (until we got to the Taco Bell in Jackson), when the Diva suggested we play Twenty Questions.  You know, the game where one player thinks of something, and the other/s ask no more than 20 yes/no questions in an attempt to determine what the thinker is thinking of.

Here’s a recap. Brace yourself.

Diva: Let’s play Twenty Questions. You go first.

Me: I don’t want to go first. You go.

Diva: No, you.

Me: Let’s rock-paper-scissors for it.

We rocked-papered-scissorsed for it, and she lost.

Me: Ready?

Diva: How do you play Twenty Questions, again?

The truth comes out.

I explained the game to her, and she thought of an object.

Me: Is it alive?

Diva: Yes.

Me: Is is an animal?

Diva: Yes.

Me: Does it have four legs?

Diva: Yes.

Me: Does it have fur?

Diva (thinking): I don’t really know.

Me (laughing): What? How can you not know if an animal has fur?

Diva (laughing): Well, it might.

Me: Okay, does it eat meat?

Diva: Some do, but this one doesn’t.

Me: Does it live in a house?

Diva: Yes.

Me: Is it a dog?

Diva: No.

Me: Is is a cat?

Diva: Yes, but it’s a particular cat.

Me (laughing): What? Cats have fur! Oy.

Diva (laughing): Well, I didn’t know if you call it hair or fur!

Me: You know that white vest I wear that you pet all the time?

Diva: Yes.

Me: That’s fur!  It feels the same as a cat.

(It’s faux, PETA. Calm down.)

Me: And what do you mean it doesn’t eat meat? All cats eat meat?

Diva: Not Sassy (my mother’s cat)! She eats cat food.

Me: Ugh.

***************New Game******************

Me: I’m thinking of an object.

Diva: Is it alive?

Me: No.

Diva: Do you find it in the wild?

Me: Yes, sort of.

Diva: Is it a music box?

Me: Yes, because every time I go out into the wild, I see random music boxes laying around with the little spinning ballerinas in them.

Diva (laughing): MOM!

Me: You asked for it.

Raising a comedienne,


Today’s Post is Brought To You by the Letter P

NOTE: This post is published with the Diva’s full permission. In hindsight, she thinks it’s pretty funny, too!  She’s cutie that way.
In our home-educational process, we are learning about the classification of living organisms.  For example, all living things are classified into kingdom, phyllum, class, order, family, genus, and species.  Right now, we are focusing on the five, major kingdoms: Animal, Plant, Fungi, Bacteria, and Protist, the last two of which involve single-celled organisms.
Parallel to this, in Bible, we are working our way through Genesis which, unfortunately, discusses the topic of prostitution.  The Diva and I had a talk about what prostitution meant.  Big Daddy (our Bible teacher and spiritual leader, the head of our household, the slayer of our dragons, the killer of our bugs, the lifter of our heavy things, the opener of our pickle jars, the, oh, you get the point!) was not, I repeat, not, interested in being a part of this conversation. Further proof that that “weaker vessel” thing doesn’t relate to child-rearing.
Monday, when reviewing our science lesson, the Diva got her wires crossed.  Here’s how it went:
Me:”Let’s review living organisms’ classification.”
Diva: “Ok. There are five, major kingdoms.”
 Me: “Can you name them?”
 Diva: “Animal?”
 Me: “Good.”
 Diva: “Plant?”
 Me: “Good, three more.”
 Diva: “Bacteria?”
 Me: “Good.”
 Diva: “Fungus?”
 Me: “Good.”
 Diva: “You know Big Daddy doesn’t eat the fungus because he says it grows in a turd.”
 Me: “I know. Focus! What’s the last kingdom?
 The Diva thinks diligently.
 Me: “It starts with a P.”
And then the light bulb comes on. Her eyes light up, and she starts wagging her finger at me wildly. I’m so proud of my girl! She’s got it! I can hardly breathe for the pride puffing up my chest!
 Diva (excitedly): “The Prostitution Kingdom!”
 Me (deflatedly): “Only in Vegas and Amsterdam, honey.”
 Diva (realizing her mistake and giggling to cover her red face): “Mother!”
 Me: “Pro…”
 Diva: “Proooooo….”
 Me: “Pro….ti…..”
 Diva (loudly): “Protist!”
 Me: “Praise the Lord. Let’s go have some ice cream. School’s closed for the rest of the day. My heart can’t take anymore.”