tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72327702673111793482012-02-09T09:20:41.304-06:00NewfangledIt's about avocados.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.comBlogger6371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-90200830773202086082012-02-08T22:38:00.011-06:002012-02-09T09:20:41.315-06:00Winter's Half OverWilderness park and the weather (which Oscar Wilde feels is unimaginative to talk about) makes me happy. I could sit and listen to the weather channel or just the weatherman on the local channel for hours on end and never get bored. Not just that, but I really don't find it boring to talk about. Ever. What does that say about me? Oscar Wilde basically thinks it's the equivalent of counting to nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-57890412250288462952012-02-05T16:44:00.013-06:002012-02-05T17:23:19.978-06:00WhiteYesterday, insanity finally struck many of the tree branches and they snapped. Right. In. Half. Other than the creaking and moaning sounds of winter, it was silent. Just quiet, gray, fluffy and white."Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative." -Oscar WildeOh. Whoops.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-48034293523034809402012-01-29T16:18:00.006-06:002012-01-29T16:27:40.166-06:00HB Don't CareKDB and I walked and walked yesterday along the Jamaica Trail. We ranted about the injustices going on at her workplace. We ranted about litter, plastic and the American way. In between rants, we admired bird nests and badger holes. I wanted to see the vicious badger but it never came out, even when I asked politely. I wanted to pretend I was the Honey Badger narrator, while talking to an actual nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-76198091668867889442012-01-22T17:41:00.041-06:002012-01-23T08:26:40.299-06:00MossyEl Nino or El Nina (I don't know which means warm, but I know they both probably need an accent mark written on them somewhere) has been so good to us here in Lincoln, Nebr. this winter. I ventured to the exotic Jamaica Trail, with its cornfield to the right and the cornfield to the left. It's what's in between that makes it feel like a vacation. It has everything from bridges to wild animals to nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-84404940458844669822012-01-21T10:48:00.000-06:002012-01-21T10:49:18.913-06:00Geesenicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-10672303549963385572012-01-17T20:59:00.043-06:002012-01-18T19:34:54.310-06:00Retreat To First SnowI had fun. That's saying something lately. Being an introvert, I get energy from being by myself. I needed an outing with snow involved and nobody with me. My eyes were darting everywhere. It was as if I hadn't ever seen snow, a barn or an owl flying in the air before. I was mesmerized, energized and felt so damn excited. My quick little outing/adventure started at the park. Wilderness Park to benicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-24886614894589997692012-01-08T11:49:00.006-06:002012-01-08T11:56:28.799-06:00Full MoonI walked out of Super Saver last evening and gasped. The digital camera was in the car, so I snapped the best photo I could with parking lot lights and such, and drove home. Once there, I kept snapping away, but couldn't quite capture how stunning the sky looked. Technically, it's not considered a full moon until tomorrow night, but it was still gorgeous to me last night.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-41216508589907100502012-01-06T16:29:00.015-06:002012-01-06T17:17:48.625-06:00The DayScene 1: A girl eats a chocolate frosted donut in the car. Crumbs and frosting get loose from the roll but don't quite hit the pie-hole directly. Frosting finds its way to the jeans in a most unfortunate spot. Girl doesn't notice.Scene 2:Carrying her 42 oz. diet Pepsi filled to the brim down the sidewalk, the girl walks past a tattoo shop on 9th and N. Continuing on, maintenance workers come intonicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-14077308888262441152012-01-05T14:55:00.008-06:002012-01-05T15:11:16.187-06:00April in JanuaryThe smell in the air is a confusing mixture of leftover, not yet broken down damp, warmed-over leaves and pine tree. Dust covers everything visible and there is a brightness in the sky that could be called sunshine by some, but I call it savior. The lamp I usually crave this time of year-the one that gives essential light to a person, is not needed. I am satiated by the natural conditions Januarynicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-61707434433132972792012-01-04T15:50:00.003-06:002012-01-04T15:51:42.763-06:00Yep, pretty much sums up how I am thinking today.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-88027052274223960282012-01-01T13:34:00.010-06:002012-01-02T08:15:37.105-06:00First Day Of 2012Several of my neighbor's fireworks were loud and bright at midnight. I also heard that Dick Clarke looked like an Ooompa Loompa and should probably quit hosting the New York ball-dropping event, or at least give it a break until some of that tan goes away. I didn't watch it though. In fact, I didn't go anywhere special, as I had gone out 'til late the night before. Instead, last night around 9:45nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-55065671531340730322011-12-25T20:00:00.008-06:002011-12-25T20:27:49.540-06:00LifeI feel my way, hands outstretched, blinded by uncertainty, only to get into trouble at times, but occasionally, it works out for my benefit. Sometimes, it doesn't though and I learn. We can't know everything there is to know. Learning through experience is the only way to learn some things. Many times, after the facts and after I have chanced it all, I'll realize how much I didn't even know I nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-88242087914557032082011-12-21T08:47:00.002-06:002011-12-21T08:50:08.324-06:00Look-A-Like Photosee more Celeb Look-A-Likes">I saw AC laughing (giggling) about this last night on CNN. That's one fine-lookin' cat if he looks like Anderson Cooper and I can definitely see the resemblance.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-52440491373181840282011-12-19T10:39:00.023-06:002011-12-20T07:24:04.921-06:00When a Week Feels Like a MonthI pulled off the road somewhere between Des Moines and Rochester, in what feels like a month ago, to get a photo of the fog, and rain, blanketing the landscape. Iowa is really such a beautiful state. However, there were times, like when I would pass by a semi truck, when it was similar to driving through a car wash, and it was a lil' scary. It rained the entire way to Rochester while I sang to nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-28719628740838708712011-12-09T11:16:00.006-06:002011-12-09T11:56:59.102-06:00Follow-upYesterday I went on a rant on this here bloggy. I posted what I said and then I took it down. Guilt. That's why. I grew up thinking I shouldn't complain, which I now know is a huge stupid thing to feel guilty about, but just like a radar, my brain waves send off guilt signals and I freak out that I did something I shouldn't have done. Sometimes it's easier to just back off or take it down than nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-12271199988719089492011-11-28T00:17:00.004-06:002011-11-28T00:24:08.159-06:00Oh, don't mind meI am still running. I am not running like the wind or anything fabulously cliche' like that. It's more like a lollygag. Some days it doesn't kill as badly as the day before, but overall, my heart rate just needs to simmah down naw. Yes.It's so dry outside that my cuticles are looking mangled and sad. This is a first world problem, isn't it? Uh huh.It's now 12:14 and I cannot sleep. It could be nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-40338375163474808872011-11-23T12:51:00.000-06:002011-11-23T12:52:16.591-06:00nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-84625821984823898142011-11-20T18:22:00.000-06:002011-11-20T18:23:23.583-06:00nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-48009146403711402292011-11-10T17:50:00.003-06:002011-11-10T17:54:07.276-06:00HUGEHeck, I'll just post the whole thing, since it's such a big deal! Yeah! Victory!Exclusive: U.S. to seek new Keystone route, delaying approval(Reuters) (2011-11-10)WASHINGTON, DC (NET RADIO) - WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The Obama administration plans to announce on Thursday it will explore a new route for a Canada-to-Texas oil pipeline, delaying a final approval beyond the 2012 U.S. election, nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-17402925871517416192011-11-10T11:12:00.005-06:002011-11-10T17:01:53.670-06:00I'm goin' to GracelandHis concert was like indulging on chocolate fondu with strawberries, but without getting a tummy ache or worrying about the calories. The man's amazing. I wanted him to ask me to come dance with him on stage to anything, anything at all. I was in the nosebleed section so he probably thought it would have taken me too long to get up there. Oh well.I love this video footage from one of his nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-81744100455378361002011-11-08T16:48:00.003-06:002011-11-08T16:53:58.091-06:00Paul Simon, oh my!It's gonna snow tonight! I love snow!I am going to hear Paul Simon sing in Omaha ha ha tomorrow night! Go me!That's all for now. There is no more.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-86242582493072027062011-11-07T10:21:00.003-06:002011-11-07T12:48:12.679-06:00Mountain lions in Nebraska Documentarynicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-61342896410556740272011-11-06T10:44:00.003-06:002011-11-06T10:47:45.103-06:005KThis girl ran a 5K yesterday on the Jamaica trail in 25 mile per hour gusts of wind coming straight into her face for half of it. She walked for maybe six minutes sprinkled in there during the whole three miles, which for her, was the longest distance she's ever run. (She's feeling a little like George Costanza right about now too.)nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-82620603430570824532011-11-05T08:44:00.005-05:002011-11-05T21:18:34.268-05:00Caption ContestThis is my first-ever entry into the New Yorker Caption Contest. More than anything, it was just fun to try to think up something... so I might have to try it again. What would your caption say? Have a good weekend, y'all!nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-39555148176451089872011-11-04T14:37:00.009-05:002011-11-04T15:16:23.280-05:00Lincoln, NebraskaI love living near the various prairies. I think this is one of the best things about living in Nebraska. A person is never far from open space and big skies. I've lived off the D.C. beltway in Maryland, I've lived in Indiana and I've lived in Florida for a substantial amount of time and each place I've lived has had its special and unique qualities about it. Nebraska has so much beauty and nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-2116648301931093272011-11-03T14:01:00.009-05:002011-11-03T14:32:39.751-05:00WaitingI was supposed to run a 5K yesterday, but didn't. I was too distracted and my mind was going in a million different directions. This is because in the middle of an important task I was undertaking yesterday afternoon, I got a phone call. That phone call was one I've waited to hear for seven years. A very close family member of mine, who shall for privacy reasons, remain unnamed, got a call nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-27447142158824268832011-10-30T13:50:00.001-05:002011-10-30T20:34:06.838-05:00nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-62088732993571246332011-10-27T10:31:00.010-05:002011-10-27T10:45:32.709-05:00Cop-out thoughtsOf course nobody wants to be a professional, full-time problem taker-on-er for one person, so nobody would apply for this job. But wouldn't it be great to take out an ad sometime and know you wouldn't have to think so much about the next question and answer, and just let someone else deal with it. It'd be just like having someone clean house for you. Sort of...Ah, it's Thursday. I was simplynicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-51185681960000274852011-10-21T10:51:00.009-05:002011-10-21T12:06:08.590-05:00Running chartFor MagRun: This is my running schedule. I am currently on week 6 (Friday). The beginner run times are listed first and the intermediate run times are listed second. Really, you have to decide how in shape you are first and then go from there. I started at the very bottom, with beginners. Ask if you have any questions. :)Enjoy and good luck!nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-83122960823096413272011-10-19T10:25:00.006-05:002011-10-19T10:44:51.072-05:00Hump DayThis week my grandma, who still rides her bike outdoors, turned 83 years-old. There is now, after 24 years of trying to create it, a vaccine for malaria. (The guy pictured above is the hero who figured it out.) I faithfully ran on days I should have and DesignTAXI featured an Alice In Wonderland climbing wall in a Japan shopping mall that I just need to get to someday. It's been busy. It's been nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-24337595492185136812011-10-14T08:21:00.004-05:002011-10-14T11:01:57.778-05:00I'm patientI am finishing week five of my beginner's running program and still waiting for that runner's high to kick-in, like Harry Potter fans used to wait for the next novel.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-70531597286997489462011-10-11T07:41:00.013-05:002011-10-11T09:50:31.714-05:00InsanityLast night two friends and I went over to the Ross theatre and watched a free showing of "Pipe Dreams." It's a documentary about the KeystoneXLPipeline that is looming over the horizon for the state of Nebraska. As everyone knows, Trans Canada wants to put an enormous series of pipes in that will carry oil and sludge (the stuff that sunk in the Gulf of Mexico) through our Sandhills. A guy from nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-55043878895880865052011-10-02T11:16:00.012-05:002011-10-02T16:59:53.241-05:00Yeah.Yesterday I lamented the fact that I didn't volunteer for the Market to Market relay this year. That's the first time since it began four years ago that I wasn't helping out. I was merely an observer cheering. Sort of. Eh. Yesterday it was difficult to muster much enthusiasm. Not sure why. I didn't get any great photos. Just didn't feel like it. I didn't take pictures of the guy team nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-18092444277319783562011-09-30T20:30:00.013-05:002011-09-30T21:59:42.102-05:00I am in love with Paul Simon and I am going to his concert in a couple of months. I bought tickets today for his concert in November at the Quest Center in Omaha. I've been listening to "You can call me Al" and "Kodachrome" all day and I am not sick of either one yet. He's so fabulous. I don't know if it's because he is short in a good way and sexy like a legend who's earned his honor, combinednicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-25563733540904257322011-09-28T22:03:00.018-05:002011-09-29T10:37:50.073-05:00PlasticAfter stumbling upon it earlier this evening, whilst driving down 40th, I turned the car around so I could take this special memory photo and growl in person at its stupid dumb face. Yes, I am judging. (From the car, of course.)It's too much for the eyes, I tell ya. People think it's cute I bet, but all I see is yard garbage and waste. Whatever happened to just a good ol' nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-54740425708549555922011-09-25T13:36:00.013-05:002011-09-25T15:46:10.115-05:00Sunday's musingsI don't mean to turn this into my running diary, but I must say the running is going just fine and I am now two weeks into it. Yesterday I hauled my bootie out to the Jamaica trail to run (which is actually more like a jog) and found it to be more interesting than running through a neighborhood on cement sidewalks. I listened to Eric Clapton and completely forgot my troubles for the duration of nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-79312766495993423452011-09-19T20:44:00.009-05:002011-09-19T21:08:59.720-05:00Not Forrest Gump quite yetI have stuck with my running schedule for one week now. That's like ten years in dog years and that's also motivation for another week. I haven't died trying. In fact, I feel pretty good afterwards.The breathing properly thing is an issue and when I catch myself sucking wind, I breathe in until the air hits my stomach, and distends it. Then I slowly breathe out through my mouth. I don't know nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-49086422594618251232011-09-14T10:23:00.007-05:002011-09-14T10:41:43.916-05:00RunningI can remember, starting at age 11, wanting to conquer the 600-yard dash. The anxiety this run caused within my chest and stomach continued through Jr. High School, and beyond. I never mastered it. It nagged my mind for years what a bear it was for me. I am sure there were times in school when I knew this event was taking place during P.E. and I would plot to have an excuse why I couldn't do nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-88666001187657108072011-09-12T20:45:00.011-05:002011-09-13T22:33:25.566-05:00Keepin' the fingers crossed nowMy butt wasn't having any of it by Saturday, after riding limestone and gravel one night with friends and then two additional days, all in a row. I did not ride hard, but my tender arse couldn't tell the difference. It was good. Bruises from bikes are worth it. I mean that. I don't want to jinx the "streak" by saying too much more. Shhhhh...Sunday, I went to a cool air show with old WW2 nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-63503642863790841482011-09-11T19:49:00.000-05:002011-09-11T19:50:12.608-05:00I just remembered thisI had a conversation with an interesting woman a month or so ago, who is Jamaican-born and lived in New York during 9/11. ( She now lives here in Lincoln and is a nurse at the V.A. hospital.) Ten years ago today, she worked at a hospital, not far from the twin towers, as an ER nurse. She was supposed to get off work right about when the planes hit, but had to (wanted to) stay and help. I asked nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-47222289604339168732011-09-06T20:33:00.031-05:002011-09-06T22:17:20.247-05:00Bees n' flowers n' stuff Fall is here. I can tell. It's the simple things like the crickets, bees and spiders. They are so busy. Spiders are building, crickets are chewing and bees are sucking up that sweet yellowy goodness leftover from summer.Smells of burning wood and cornfields line my nostrils with every inhale at night, and that's a good thing. I sleep with the windows open. I wake up cold and don't care. My robenicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-19267003349060646972011-09-03T18:57:00.031-05:002011-09-04T09:49:52.248-05:00Grab Bag!Usually there are a few of us who like to go to the First Friday Art Walk, but not last night. Everyone else was either out-of-town, or had other commitments, so it was just the Gravy-train and me. We met at Yia Yia's first to get a bite, then walked down to the Haymarket to see Adrian's photography at Bin 105, which is owned by fellow cyclists and aquaintances in town. I bought a bottle of winenicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-12840907577549312582011-08-29T09:00:00.003-05:002011-08-29T09:02:45.137-05:00Just the messenger, I am
http://www.omaha.com/article/20110824/NEWS01/708249930/0#camera-snaps-cougar-on-deer-s-heelsnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-66313184825700792022011-08-28T09:23:00.003-05:002011-08-28T14:40:29.792-05:00First of the season
Twins!
Weight: 1 pound
Height: 6 inches and 8 inches
Gestational period: 2 months
Official birthdate: August 27, 2011
Status report for August 28, 2011: Doing well. Resting easy (with salt and pepper) on the counter for now, but not for long...bwahahaha.
nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-56358577510856637182011-08-26T21:06:00.011-05:002011-08-26T21:48:54.442-05:00Ugh.I saw this mother in Target tonight yelling at her poor kid right in the middle of the produce section, by the apples. A woman, who I am assuming was the grandma, was pushing the cart, while the two kids just sat there and felt a wind of wrath. I wanted to go over to her and tell that what she was doing was demoralizing and mean and cruel and ask her how she'd feel if it happened to her. ('Cuz nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-6726581216688204112011-08-25T17:23:00.005-05:002011-08-25T17:33:33.171-05:00Foliage and past plotting
These leaves changed color from maroon to red overnight. Overnight, I am telling ya. It's been so beautiful here in the evenings. I am sure those little leaves thought they'd just settle down and start preparing to fall. They like to put on a good show for a few weeks before the finale though and for that I am thankful.
I long for autumn each year. I love the smells in the air and nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-678023680345405072011-08-23T21:51:00.002-05:002011-08-23T21:54:25.164-05:00This song is stuck in my head!nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-901845238253780152011-08-20T14:01:00.029-05:002011-08-20T14:37:03.570-05:00You know you're at the Lincoln farmer's market when...
everywhere you look, you see red "N's."
And...when you can go to THIS stand on any given Saturday in the sum-sum-summertime to buy tomato chips that are OH so yummy,
and that mysteriously disappear even before you get to your car to go back home. Oh my!
You also know you are at the Lincoln farmer's market when you hear and see musicnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-7660369099742953712011-08-17T21:25:00.018-05:002011-08-18T15:51:04.091-05:00Dirt & Water
The mind knows that to overcome challenges, one needs to focus, trudge forward and keep a positive attitude. Possibly eat a lot of donuts along the way, as well. Much of the time though, the mind listens to the feet, which are caught in the mud with the wellies still on. The feet don't want to squish in the clay and leave behind the boots that hold so firmly in their cement-like grave. The nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-46855730908348880992011-08-09T08:58:00.025-05:002011-08-09T16:04:01.965-05:00Recap!
Man, let me tell you how exciting life has been here in Lincoln, Neb., home of the Husker nation.
Czech Fest, 2011 was hot, humid and the food wasn't as good as I thought it would be. The first thing I did when I arrived in Wilber, Neb. last Saturday morning was buy a thimbleful of sunscreen for $10.95, at the local grocery store. The moment I stepped from the car, I could tell I'd become nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-22143245026419755282011-08-06T08:16:00.009-05:002011-08-06T08:31:18.606-05:00Vitame Vas!It's a foggy, wet, Saturday morning. Is it worth driving 40 miles each way to get a kolache? Part of me thinks it is. I probably will. The Czech Festival in Wilber, Neb. is in full-force again and that's most likely where you'll find me today. (Photos are from 2010.)nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-51584514610540055972011-08-03T10:48:00.012-05:002011-08-03T11:02:27.333-05:00Thanks for the treat, stupid!Bahahaha! Loupy sent me the best link ever yesterday! I will be getting one of these very soon. Love, love, love!http://www.etsy.com/shop/corduroy?section_id=7870797nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-66571081021769491642011-07-31T10:47:00.030-05:002011-07-31T13:22:58.141-05:00BurwellThe Burwell Rodeo:The scene that is currently not settling well is when the (semi?-)wild horses were brought into the arena in huge trailers. Their owners let them out, but they were holding onto them with bridles and ropes and of course the horses were scared, skittish, and mad. They were flailing all over the place, falling to the ground, running into each other, obviously extremely upset, nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-8574218007944696182011-07-29T13:10:00.005-05:002011-07-29T13:15:34.598-05:00I rode my bike a short distance with the "Thirsty Thursday" friends last night until, of course, we all got thirsty. Then I had a most delicious margarita. That is all. There is no more. Have a fine weekend. :)nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-25483595727659929232011-07-27T09:00:00.010-05:002011-07-27T10:04:28.532-05:00The latest 'round these here partsI found a quiet moment last night to sit on my back porch deck and look around. It's been too hot lately to even water the flowers, which are now dying because of my lack of attention. But last night it felt like winter, being that it was around 90 degrees, so I sat. Paint is chipping on the trim and I want to drag a ladder back there now, and start scraping, and priming. The tomatoes are nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-34027236436796475622011-07-20T04:51:00.024-05:002011-07-20T16:01:41.612-05:00Time Flies and Thank YouI realize there has been very minimal, unique, or interesting content on here recently. If you've stopped in to check on me by accident, or on purpose, to see what I have had to say, I've appreciated it. You might've found lately I've posted a song or mentioned something silly and meaningless, such as moles popping up on trails randomly, or how much I love avocados. Life is a shifty lil' nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-14677632554108497022011-07-15T13:40:00.013-05:002011-07-15T16:49:21.475-05:00Ride Report?I went for a ride the other day with my friend, KDB and her husband, R. She had gotten a new bike for her birthday, from said husband. The Jamaica Trail reminded me of that game, whack-a-mole. Little critters kept popping up out of nowhere and then disappearing again when we'd try to catch up to them. It was a treasure trove of mystery and intrigue with every pedal stroke urging closer to thenicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-7896613230878566592011-07-14T20:40:00.001-05:002011-07-14T20:40:28.865-05:00nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-52009905774378456652011-07-12T12:55:00.004-05:002011-07-12T13:00:47.197-05:00Tuesday's thoughts and some MarleySlow down and notice how many different shades of blue, gray, pink and orange there are in the sky. Follow the progress of a tomato, from its' infancy of the yellow bud, to ripe, juicy, redness. Pull the weedy clover and discover how far it travels from its' roots underground, all the way to your grass-stained fingertips. Watch the simple robin hop around, only to victoriously fly to its' nest nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-47295284506060968622011-07-03T10:12:00.026-05:002011-07-03T16:04:42.467-05:00Mish-mash of nothin'-muchThis photo has nothing to do with much else in this post. I am simply mesmerized by sharks. I took the picture at the Henry Dorley Zoo the last time I was there. (Yes, I still have mixed feelings about zoos.) Sharks are fascinating. I could watch them all day. I feel like that about the simple jellyfish too (of which I will also post a picture). I don't know what sharks think about being in nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-27591061688393304032011-06-25T22:27:00.016-05:002011-06-25T22:59:02.431-05:00JourneysMonday through Saturday (today) has been quite a ride. I did something I never thought I would have the nerve to do and it all turned out alright. I can be an indecisive person at times and deep within, I knew what I needed to do. It didn't change the feeling it gave me when I would think about adjustment. It is not always comfortable to learn by experience. It's painful to feel your limbs nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-8380962265198702032011-06-22T19:57:00.006-05:002011-06-22T20:09:20.352-05:0070 degreesAs I type, I am outside feeling the breeze, listening to tree rustling and savoring coolness in the air. It smells like Nebraska does this time of year after days of rain. Sort of a mixture between freshly cut grass, sweetness and clean. I wonder where the fireflies are. It's almost the fourth of July. I think they should be making their way out of their firefly nests and putting on a show nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-88104790115863506462011-06-21T20:15:00.025-05:002011-06-21T22:21:38.810-05:00Have you ever told someone who thinks they're someone (and who might actually be someone in reality, whatever that means) what you think- I mean what you really think, because you think it is beneficial for them, only to not be so sure afterward that it was a good plan executed?With the person who's doing the "truth tellin," it starts with big-girl (or boy) pants. It means shutting out fear and nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-10736142401496168682011-06-17T21:28:00.016-05:002011-06-17T22:06:37.820-05:00Ride 'em!We've been talking about taking a trip there during the rodeo for years. We meaning, my dear, old friend, KDB and I. So, we're driving to Burwell, Neb., in six short weeks from now-at the end of July. I have looked at the calendar 10 times today to assure myself I can wait that long for a reprieve. I plan on dipping my feet in the Calumus reservoir. KDB might bring her kayak. I might wear nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-35627903731881985792011-06-16T16:29:00.007-05:002011-06-16T16:37:33.184-05:00Belly laughs ">
Well, thanks to Ms. Moon, the new thing is that I am obsessed (for real) with this Honey Badger you tube. I have watched it ten times in the last two days. (If you think I am kidding, I am not.) There is something cleansing about laughing so hard that your stomach feels exhausted when you're done. So, thank you, Ms. Moon, for sharing this awhile back. It has brought me much joy, so Inicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-76932380818256407202011-06-13T22:25:00.016-05:002011-06-13T23:11:18.973-05:00OMG-gag me with the spoon!(The cat photo doesn't really have anything to do with this post, other than demonstrating how I feel tonight.)I learned through a work group text what "TYVM" means. I had to actually have the person clarify the meaning of that for me. I texted the person back, "What does that even mean?" She texted back, "Thank you very much." I said, "OH, OK. TYVM then." I don't get all this need for nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-54887187406255616262011-06-12T17:04:00.003-05:002011-06-12T19:39:57.564-05:00Happy ChemicalsThe Jamaica Trail was a pleasure this afternoon. Kimmy and I saw a bluebird and an oriole along the route. We looked for Gravy, but he never passed us. Kimmy was patient with me on the pace, which I appreciated very much, as I hadn't ridden my bike since I damaged my left MCL skiing in Colorado in March. That didn't didn't bother me one bit. My butt needs to get used to the saddle again, but nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-67181025818344024842011-06-08T16:41:00.001-05:002011-06-08T16:41:59.624-05:00I hear music, I really do!nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-16285262950551289482011-06-06T21:10:00.008-05:002011-06-06T21:22:25.162-05:00MuteI wanted to ride so badly and go get margs with everyone tonight, but I had a call I had to be a part of, and it went too long. BUT, I felt much better about missing out because I simply muted the call when I could and shopped-at the tomato and flower store! I shopped without anyone knowing and still listened on the call. I stopped the loud cart long enough, here and there to say stuff, but nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-15021443976641758912011-06-04T19:56:00.014-05:002011-06-04T20:32:55.529-05:00Saturday smaterdayTo relax today, I got a pedicure. I treated IHG to one too and even though we are independent thinkers, we ended up getting the same color and same design. I was surprised she agreed with my choices, because she was in a goth-mood and I was in a sparkly one. We went with deep purple with sparkles! What else? Her design ended up looking better than mine though and that did not sit well with menicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-30227618743370578482011-05-31T21:22:00.007-05:002011-05-31T21:41:18.002-05:00Passionate people can exhaust me. I am around them a lot. People who live for only one thing and one thing only, and the energy they put off is a tad bit life-sucking, if that makes sense. All I want to say right now is that I am tired and cranky. I need to throw this apple-laden ball and chain out the window and run away to a meadow, and lie down in the dandelions, with butterflies, and beesnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-44829228476287624932011-05-28T14:29:00.014-05:002011-05-29T10:11:47.662-05:00BreatheWhen the professional and the personal start to interweave, mesh, create a quilt and start looking blurry, it's time to step away from it and evaluate. When that happens there is no place to go for a oxygen and relief. I love what I am doing, in general, but I don't want to be obsessed and I certainly don't want asphyxiate myself- so this was priority number one this past week, just figuring itnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-32030396701985082082011-05-23T07:29:00.008-05:002011-05-23T08:24:51.537-05:00Movie ReviewI work on the weekends. I'll admit it. When I am not working, I am thinking about it. I needed to chill out Sunday. That's what I told myself, so I decided to watch a Netflix last night. I watched "Yentl." It didn't end the way I wanted it to. I wanted Yentl to end up with her teacher that she was in love with, but she didn't. I thought the part where the former teacher and the ex-wife ofnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-9937299623193505752011-05-21T17:14:00.014-05:002011-05-21T20:24:48.962-05:00Capitol City Criterium-Lincoln, Neb.It was a beautiful day for a bike race. I watched the men's, category 3 and the women's race. Beez and Kimmy are in the blue and orange kits. Megan is in the white. Their race was very close and fun to watch. I am tired now though...yawn. Hope you had a good day. Enjoy the photos. (Women's race)(Men's, Category 3)nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-89094261794815283532011-05-21T10:45:00.008-05:002011-05-21T10:53:56.065-05:00Bike Racing Saturday!I am doing something cow bell-related today. Is cow bell one word, or two? I don't want to look because I am busy getting ready to go do something related to it. I don't need to know how to write it necessarily.The Capitol City Criterium is downtown today. Racers circle and circle and circle the Nebraska State Captiol, and it's something I haven't ever witnessed, but have wanted to for years.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-34262795957337456442011-05-18T09:20:00.008-05:002011-05-18T09:43:11.835-05:00A venting!Creativity piercing seems to be a sport in some places. Don't let the bubble rise too far, or gain too much momentum. Keep the status quo and don't think beyond the norm. It's scary to let your mind wander too far. Shhhh. Keep it to yourself.Ugh.I hate that. I hate the feeling of knowing there's originality there and just needing to be birthed, but there are obstacles blocking any canal nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-13855866218840712262011-05-14T17:44:00.019-05:002011-05-14T18:37:52.344-05:00Nerdiness, Music and DancingBeing a smart nerdy-nerd is cool.Music is cool. Dancing is the cool, even if you dance like Elaine from Seinfeld. It's mostly about the person dancing and how it's making them feel, not the watcher. Yeah."Dope" is the newest term for "cool" I've learned as of late. Funny, because I hadn't even upgraded to "sweet" entirely yet. But, we must keep up with the times. So I'll rephrase my nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-40387963575983655582011-05-11T19:15:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:37:28.407-05:00Beez's Trans Iowa ThoughtsBeez's Trans Iowa thoughts can be found at this link.Fabulous.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-87340805171344732842011-05-10T19:25:00.005-05:002011-05-10T19:50:36.776-05:00Hello. Checkin' in!There is a certain smell for each season. Being that it has been almost 100 degrees for the past three days, it smells like summer out there now. The blend is akin to an essential oil vile filled with pollen, humidity, fresh, heat and sweat. Although that might sound a bit rank, it's a pleasant, earthy smell. I've been smelling busy lately too. I'm learning and doing all sorts of crap these nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-55852885860918759042011-05-05T21:31:00.013-05:002011-05-05T22:07:06.169-05:00RaNDoM sTuFfThe day before yesterday and into the night, I was overloaded with work. I was thinking I wouldn't ever get done. I was despairing a bit, at one point and felt a bit overwhelmed. I got it done in the end. Focus does wonders sometimes. Last night I laughed. I laughed, ate marshmallows and hula hooped. My jeans and hair smelled like a pit-fire when I got home, and I love that smell. I havenicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-38568987209168692952011-05-01T17:11:00.017-05:002011-05-01T21:12:38.182-05:00Newness and change is not foreign to me. I adjust, shift, morph and mold to whatever I need to do and try to accomplish in any given situation I find myself. It could be trying to find the elusive dried pomegranate seeds at Trader Joe's, but whatever. It's not always comfortable. Mostly it's not. It's happened before, it'll happen again, no doubt. However, I feel it inside my guts when nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-11407838389004082332011-04-29T17:16:00.007-05:002011-04-29T21:04:59.940-05:00Friday commentsI just looked and read it again. The post before this was possibly the dumbest post I have ever written. Possibly. There have been some definite contenders along the way. Anyway, I am still out-of-my mind with stress and buried under responsibility lately, but at least I can see sunshine. Literal sun. Awww, vitamin D. So needed. Sigh. I don't even care that there are 800 mph winds out nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-44149921603804684692011-04-28T20:53:00.013-05:002011-04-28T21:14:16.105-05:00The Sag site-part 2OK, um, I am still checking over at Yahoo horoscopes once in awhile. Make fun of me if you want. It's starting to get creepy though how accurate it is sometimes. Incredibly creepy. Right now, I am in desperate need of finding a list. This is what my horoscope said for today:You've lost an important piece of paper that you need to track down immediately. The first step might be figuring out nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-41053214216905742242011-04-24T16:48:00.012-05:002011-04-24T20:54:48.147-05:00Beez Makes Trans Iowa History!(Addendum: Photo and blog link insert)Photo taken from Guitar Ted Productions blog: http://www.gravelgrindernews.com/2011/04/trans-iowa-history-is-made.htmlI haven't talked to her yet. I only got news from La Loup that Beez finished Trans Iowa a little while ago, with 15 minutes to spare to cut-off. 322 miles done in about 36 hours, I think. This means she is the first woman ever to finish nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-76129701565152939672011-04-23T19:23:00.016-05:002011-04-24T10:17:22.499-05:00Attire ChoicesIn between working on stuff, all I can think about is that La Beez is riding Trans Iowa. Soon, she might be putting on her footie jammies because it will be night and she will need to be warm and comfy. If you think I am kidding...OK. But, I am not. :) Beez doesn't adhere to traditional, riding your bike 322 miles for two days, clothing. In fact, is there actual traditional clothing for thatnicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-9733020210279652662011-04-22T18:59:00.009-05:002011-04-22T19:45:15.443-05:00My "Quick" Trip To Walgreen'sI needed garbage bags. I walked out with Twizzler licorice, Clorox wipes, Emergen C (even though I am not sick and regularly consume oranges), and baggies. That's what happens when you go into Walgreen's. At least, it does to me. I always end up buying more than the one thing I went in for in the first place.And I felt more like a herded cow there today than I normally do at oh, say...Target.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-3690013162655011762011-04-19T19:38:00.006-05:002011-04-19T19:45:37.598-05:00Wow, I am tiredHoly mackerel, I am wiped. It's been a long, exhilaratingly exhausting, in a good way, day. I don't even have enough energy right now to read 'Hyperbole and a Half'. I usually wait for those posts like a dog sits and stares a the food piece being held in its owner's hand, while telling him to 'sit'. The author doesn't post her stuff that often, but they're always hilarious (to me at least).nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-72282800865967440752011-04-17T15:56:00.010-05:002011-04-17T16:28:29.470-05:00Beez is doing Trans Iowa next weekend!The Beezer has been MIA lately, probably because she is preparing for Trans Iowa. I have no idea how one mentally prepares for 300 + miles of gravel in Iowa over a period of two days. I believe the Aaron and one other person is riding with her as well, and we all know how tough the Aaron is. And, Beez is doing this on her single speed!I can't really relate to what that's going to feel like.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-48533234193235316062011-04-17T10:52:00.011-05:002011-04-17T11:27:33.079-05:00Sunday Listenin'I love both these newly-released tracks by Mikey Bo and thought I'd share. Enjoy! :)
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nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-2365266052420796122011-04-14T09:37:00.011-05:002011-04-14T10:10:43.136-05:00KneeologyI'll take a short break from petite lap giraffes and horoscopes to comment on the healing of my knee.I think I am going to be one of those old people someday who complains about "the arthritis" in her knee. I have a feeling the ramifications ("spraining, stretching, damaging" my MCL) from this recent skiing accident are going to be with me for a long time.It could have been worse, so I do have nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-87492940656129115642011-04-12T20:23:00.036-05:002011-04-13T07:28:50.143-05:00Go Sags!I don't even know anything about astrology, other than what's on Yahoo horoscopes. ha. I am serious. After reading it too, I usually scoff, roll my eyes and forget about it as the day goes on. But, I keep finding myself peeking at it lately. It's like having a fortune cookie sitting there by your chopsticks and won-ton soup, waiting for you to pick up, pull out the white little 2 x.05 paper nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-26126978565231492242011-04-12T10:34:00.013-05:002011-04-12T10:47:07.344-05:00Anything for a smile these days!All I want is a Petite Lap Giraffe. :Dhttp://bit.ly/gaKLfyPetite Lap Giraffes are very funny animal that require special care. They need lots of love. Hugs and kisses every day. Otherwise they make tears.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-26880971034640710762011-04-10T11:26:00.006-05:002011-04-10T21:36:16.086-05:00GrenadeIt's Sunday morning with Bruno Mars! Later, perhaps yoga in the yard where I will practice Kimmy C's yoga instructor's mantra and keep my tummy to myself, whilst I breathe in and out. Or, maybe I won't do that. But, then again, I might.And again, I vow to cut back (only a tad) on the diet Pepsi's. Sigh.nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-30923308945955021962011-04-09T21:14:00.010-05:002011-04-10T10:54:04.717-05:00NervesThere are oodles of them coursing through my blue-veined arms, legs, neck and torso, like little bugs crawling on a dropped ice-cream cone. I can feel them shimmying and scurrying as they laugh and play with me from the inside out. I need them to go away. Now. Please.I think I heard them say that they aren't going anywhere for a little while. Breathe in. Breathe out.In the meantime, I am nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-3379962508662318562011-04-06T17:14:00.011-05:002011-04-06T20:22:24.736-05:00Signs of the seasonIt's Springtime and once again I find myself admiring my neighbor's flowering tree and my forsythia bush that is in full bloom. :)(Accompanying song [by The Zombies] to this post, is at the very bottom of this blog page.)nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-82575836079632386552011-04-05T09:10:00.015-05:002011-04-05T11:59:58.736-05:00Tuesday newsLife events seem to come in waves. Lately, it seems, I am surfing on top of a smaller wave. While doing my best to stay upright peeking at the swimming and jumping dolphins near me, I find I have to concentrate very hard, not looking around too much, so I don't fall down.I do occasionally eat though. This morning, I had my favorite morning treat-a Greek yogurt, strawberry smoothie, with nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-45214775753371065022011-04-01T17:17:00.000-05:002011-04-01T17:18:00.137-05:00nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-52945481891559514262011-03-30T18:51:00.024-05:002011-03-30T21:51:21.595-05:00Bein' all grown-upSometimes I am like a dang child when it comes to getting excited about events, possibilities, playing outside and with Barbies-OK, not the last one these days. But I used to definitely feel the hype of anticipation when I was a child. Back then it was alright to get the hopes up for something, even if it was playing Barbies by a tree in the backyard with KDB. Especially when she would bring nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-56293273698774909692011-03-25T11:04:00.011-05:002011-03-25T11:50:28.593-05:00Hobble hobble
Wednesday was stellar, skiing-wise. I am telling you, it was a perfect ski day. And, the one time I fell the entire trip (on a big ol' mogul on a steep black hilly trail), the boots stayed in the bindings. I felt a twist, heard a pop, and it was done.
Blew out (tore) my left meniscus. Seeing an ortho doc (and possibly a PT) on Tuesday.
Suuuuuucckkks! :(((
But.
I still feel like nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232770267311179348.post-45072706980725953992011-03-22T19:57:00.012-05:002011-03-22T20:31:00.334-05:00Mountains and comfy ski boots make me happyI love how the weather in the mountains can change from one minute (or one area) to the next. Today, for instance, I needed to get my ski boots tweaked at my favorite spot here, by the French guy named Jacques at Le Feet Lab. (I just looked at their website and it's pretty impressive considering the shop is a very casual, couch in the corner, walls plastered with every type of article and nicolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com2