nina turns 40

just when I was going to blog about something else entirely

I looked into the bottom of my coffee cup to see if there was maybe one more little sip left, only to find a dead spider! Yes, that's right folks, I drank a cup of spider coffee. How the hell did it get in there? I washed my cup right before, and I brewed the coffee right into it, and there was no spider there at that time. Was it trapped inside my coffee maker? I shudder to think. The really bizarre part is that the way that it is plastered up against the side of my cup is surprisingly beautiful--it doesn't look like a spider at all at first, its legs are making a lovely geometric pattern that I can't quite describe, sort of concentric hexagons. I'm not as grossed out as you might think. Seems like some sort of odd omen. Maybe I'll turn into spider woman!

I love this shirt!

Unfortunately it's really too small for me to wear in public, and it just kills me. It's the largest size they have. And please don't get me started on something sized large that would barely fit a pre-pubescent girl.

The kidlet has become addicted to this game. It's very clever, and pretty tough sometimes. It's actually something we can play together, and I don't get (too) bored, and it doesn't insult the intelligence of either of us.

In other kidlet news, he is calling me Mom as often as Mommy these days, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I like being Mommy. You can imagine some disgruntled child crying out, "Oh, Mom" and stamping their foot or rolling their eyes in disgust. However, no one ever says "Mommy" in that same tone.

I'm such a geek!

Because this just cracks me up. Check out more here

I'm just along for the ride

Looks like it's back to laundry and movies on Saturday nights for me. My choice. Mr. Cocktails & Conversatiaon turned out to better at the former than the latter (which, of course horribly oversimplifies everything). Bottom line is I'm just not ready, which deep down I knew all along. It's the body. It just takes over, and it always gets what it wants.

pick me! pick me!

I decided to enter my tub foto in this groovy little photoblogging contest. Go check out the other entries, why doncha?

The kidlet gets out early today, so I do, too. We are going to visit a potential after-school care center, which we need to get arranged quick like a bunny as September is just around the corner. Once I get all of that figured out, it's time to do the serious job hunting, as I've just discovered that all my instincts were right and that I'm being outright lied to. Lovely.

right here, right now

Well, ya didn't expect me to shut up for long, didja? It felt really good to just wander around the park shooting fotos yesterday. I'd been whining for lack of opportunities to take pictures, and I forgot the first rule of anything in life: start where you are. I do haul my camera pretty much everywhere, and yesterday I was at the park, so that's what I did. I think it's really cool that the kidlet is showing an interest in photography, too. He's captured some pretty good ones; I may post one here.

in which I decide to shut up and just post a foto

odd click of the week

If for nothing else, ya gotta visit this site because of its long descriptive domain name. Imagine, an entire site (blog? webzine?) devoted to the coffee break. OK, tea break. Whatever. I hear some people drink hot beverages other than coffee, how very odd. Being obsessed with food, however, now that I can understand.

In honor of Spice Week here at nina turns 40, and inspired by Karen, allow me to list for you the hottest movie moments of all time:

Robert Redford washing Meryl Streep's hair in Out of Africa
Uma Thurman and Maria de Madeiros kissing in Henry & June
Victoria Abril hanging from the pipes as Miguel Bose goes to town in Almodovar's High Heels
Jane Fonda and Jon Voight in Coming Home
Daniel Day-Lewis taking off Michelle Pfeiffer's glove and kissing her wrist in The Age of Innocence
Jeremy Northam slooooowwwwly unlacing the corset of some actress (when Jeremy's around, who looks at the chick?) in Possession
Lena Olin posing in front of the mirror in The Unbearable Lightness of Being