nina turns 40

if only I had their readership

Both Dooce and Grace have recently posted pictures of themselves in their new "I'm Blogging This" shirts.  Since I'm rarely ahead of the curve fashion-wise, I can't resist pointing out that I put mine up for all to see way back in July. 

In other exciting news I'm nursing quite the hangover this morning (oh crap, afternoon).  Perhaps I shouldn't be the one mixing the drinks afterall.

who says diets aren't funny?

After whining at you in my previous post, I feel I owe you a good laugh.  This had me laughing so hard I thought I would fall out of my chair, perhaps because they look like exactly the kind of thing we might have had laying around our house in the 70's.  Click through them all, the commentary is hysterical. [via Alas, a blog]. 

solita

Most of the time I really dig my solitude.  The things I like to do best--read, write, take fotos--are primarily solitary endeavors.  But there is solitude, and then there is loneliness, and right now, loneliness is kicking my ass.

sometimes a cigar...

A co-worker of mine, who has not even read this post, wants to make something Freudian out of the fact that I'm having a (really yummy chicken basil) hotdog for lunch today.  hrmph.

floral therapy

I need some cheering up, and since I can't dash out right now to buy myself some, I'm gonna post 'em here, and share 'em with y'all.

I am freaking out a bit right now.  A close colleague of mine in a nearby state had a heart attack yesterday.  She is my age. Forty friggin' two, and she just hit the floor.  What makes it even scarier is that she'd been in her doctor's office earlier in the day and was diagnosed with a probable herniated disc.  So, she'd been having pain, went to investigate,  he sends her home, and wham!  She is in ICU, and seems to be doing well.  But still.

it's the (semi) grown up version of sticking out your tongue at someone

I have actually practiced various levels of vegetarianism in my day, and have my issues with meat, but I did find it highly amusing that yesterday was International Eat an Animal for PETA Day.  Reminds me of the annual Nancy Reagan Smoke Dope on Campus Days that we used to celebrate hear about back at the University of Chicago.  It seems that when anyone is so staunchly for something it is just too darn funny to flaunt the opposite in their face.  Kind of like trying to get my goat with a Spell Everything Wrong or a Chocolate Sucks Day, or when the kidlet declares that it's Opposite Day and we must therefore say everything we don't mean, and getting ready for school becomes a string of "please don't brush your teeth"s, and "we're not running late"s--pretty much irresistable.  I guess the lesson here is to not be so uptight about things, to realize that your beloved beliefs are just that--beliefs, and that your passions just might be someone else's source of amusement.

A Movable Type

I missed the deadline for Blogging for Books this month, but the theme is so good that I decided I will play along even though I can't submit it.  The assignment is to write a post about an event in your life in the style of a favorite author.  I present the following, with apologies to Papa:

The boy wanted to go to the pictures on Friday.  We drove the black car down along the Interbay and parked on a side street. The marquee was lit up and flashing with the names of the films stacked one on top of the other.  Inside, we found some seats near the front.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him.  "No," he said.

There were lots of families there, mothers and fathers and little children.  It was noisy and smelled of popcorn.  The theater got dark and the picture started.  The boy was happy.  I was bored.  Finally the lights came up and we blinked as the credits rolled.

Then I was hungry so we took the black car to the fast food restaurant down the street and we ate salty french fries while I drove us home.

a nina by any other name

Sometimes I am really just the world's biggest dorkus.  No other way to put it. Big. Fat. Dork. Us.

note to self

Next time you decide to play Michele's comment game, maybe you should make sure there's a post up that won't make you look like a completely lust crazed lunatic.  Then again, why pretend?  And to all you blogger boys out there who felt left out: of course you are all sources of many an impure thought.  I thought that went without saying, but I can see I must decalre it--bloggers are the hottest boys of all, a good post drives me into a fit of desire unrivaled by any mere coffee slinger or stranger on the bus.  I want you all!   So there.