nina turns 40

as promised

Kidlet: Mommy, I had a three week day at school today.

Mommy: What?

Kidlet: So I can take my cast off now.

Mommy: Nice try. You have 20 more days to go.

Just got news in my inbox that Cubanismo's 2004 tour got cancelled. They were going to play several gigs at Jazz Alley, and I for one am seriously bummed, especially since the reason for the cancellation is that the US denied the musicians their friggin' visas. Goddamn fucked up foreign policy. And why now? They usually play here every year. Guess I'm just gonna hafta go to Cuba.

waiting rooms, x-rays, fiberglass

Yup. The kidlet broke his arm.

Pictures to follow...

So I didn't get a lick of alone time this weekend, but I sure had fun hanging with the kidlet. We even played frisbee

best laid plans

All my weekend plans got tossed asunder when the kidlet declared this morning that he did not want to go to his daddy's house, that he'd rather hang out with me, 'cause we never get to spend the whole day together (which is mostly true). I tried to work out a compromise whereby I'd take him to his dad's this evening and he could still spend the night there tonight and I could go on my motorcycle ride tomorrow, but no luck. Only one other time in the four years that we've been living apart has the kidlet not wanted to go to his daddy's, so I figured I'd pay attention, and respect his wishes. This afternoon, our landlord's overexcited (though quite large) puppy jumped up, scaring the kidlet and causing him to bash his nose firmly on the corner of a table. Much bloodletting ensued. I felt really badly for him, as he was pretty scared. Hell, nobody likes to see their own blood pouring onto their hand. And I certainly don't like cleaning my son's blood off the floor. All was soon well, and we went off to a friend's house for dinner and Powerpuff Girls on DVD. When we got home, the offending puppy's owner had written an apology card and slipped it under the door, complete with pawprint from sorry doggie on it.

vrrrroooooooom!

My weekend plans are looking up--I just got invited to go on a nice long motorcycle ride on Sunday, and the weather should be fine!

Today is the birthday of the first boy who ever broke my heart. Funny that I remember the date, but I always do. I took him to lunch on his 18th birthday (some 24 years ago!) before we were even going out. I felt very much the sophisticated woman driving him to the sandwhich shop and paying for his food. He and I have kept in touch over the years (we used to write letters to each other, remember those?) through our different relationships and living in different countries. I haven't seen him since our 20th high school reunion, and when I did catch a glimpse of him across the room that night, my heart still fluttered. Some guys just do that to you. He is still one of the coolest men I know; I can only think of one other who compares, and yes, he broke my heart too.

Just a couple little administrative things to point out to you. I've added Open Brackets to my list of blogs. This woman has practically stolen my fantasy life, as she is living in the South of France and working as a translator. She has a fabulous partner that she met online by trading witty banter. Exchange Spain for France, and it's mine, I tell you, mine. I keep thinking I should take down Vanilla Sex Goddess as she's fallen in love and is no longer blogging about her sexual escapades, but her archives are a ton of fun, and I still get traffic from her link to me, so she stays put, and who knows, she may just surprise us with a new post. I been doing some posting in places I haven't for awhile myself.

wired for...

I'm not one to usually post sexy links here, but since I've all but abandoned my other blog (wink, wink), and all my sex is virtual or solo these days, I couldn't resist checking out the following. Every tech savvy grrrl should have one!

I have a weird little confession to make. Around this time of year, even though I'm not Jewish, I like to buy and eat matzohs. Not matzoh ball soup or matzoh chicken liver or anything like that, just plain matzohs. Weird. These things have no flavor, they are just flour and water, no salt, no nuthin, but sometimes I just crave them. I have been known to put peanut butter on them and have them with my coffee in the morning, but mostly I just munch them down out of the box. I never claimed to be normal.