Showing posts with label Nico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nico. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
..the power behind my essence
an Explorer of this world
a valuable resource
my guide
a way to focus on the good
the encouragement to live my best
a wise monkey
the animal lover
a dashing partner in crime
a worthy opponent
the perfect teammate
a mysterious mask of thought
a character to take notice of
a loyalty to strive for
a looker
an artist to appreciate
the yogi to meditate with
the writer who writes beautiful poetry
a dreamer who aims high for those he loves
and those he does not yet know
a spiritual being
a remarkable human
the first person I think of
my best friend.
Nico C.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Un-Fun I Subject Myself To..
Just the other day, I was caught in an uncomfortable situation, yet again. Nico was leaving my house to go to work, when he suddenly decides to pull out the hackey sack in my driveway. Now, as I've mentioned before, playing hackey-sack is not a favorite pastime of mine. I'm bad at it, and more often than not it's usually just boring.
"Hey, let's play a little hackey-sack," Nico panted, as he already was concentrating on keeping the sack from hitting the ground. I guffawed. Yeah right...
The next thing I know, I'm attempting to play hackey-sack on my day off. Great...why do I always give into these things?? In the total amount of time that we (attempted) to play, about 25 minutes, I probably hit the sack 7 times. We even got a rally of 4 hits going between us! He was so happy about this accomplishment, he may have never looked so ecstatic....
Nico owes me big time for all these un-fun games I've had to participate in this week. I'd say a proper date night & funded trip to Anthro would suffice...
"Hey, let's play a little hackey-sack," Nico panted, as he already was concentrating on keeping the sack from hitting the ground. I guffawed. Yeah right...
The next thing I know, I'm attempting to play hackey-sack on my day off. Great...why do I always give into these things?? In the total amount of time that we (attempted) to play, about 25 minutes, I probably hit the sack 7 times. We even got a rally of 4 hits going between us! He was so happy about this accomplishment, he may have never looked so ecstatic....
Nico owes me big time for all these un-fun games I've had to participate in this week. I'd say a proper date night & funded trip to Anthro would suffice...
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thundercat Victorious!
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I awoke to it being sunny and warm; weather perfect for a day spent outside. I had the idea of sitting in the sun in the backyard to write & read before going to work. And if it got really warm, I could go swimming.
Nico, however, had a "better" idea, "Let's play frisbee!" His eyes lit up and got way too excited. Two words came out of my mouth almost immediately, "Um, no." Frisbee is one of those games that are only fun if you're good at them, like hackey-sack or horse shoes. I only played frisbee at summer camps when I was young when there was nothing else to do. It was something to pass the time with...not a hobby. Nico didn't really understand my "no" answer, so he assigned me to a patch of grass to go stand on. "Stay there and just catch the frisbee," he instructed. Oh boy.
The next thing I knew, a yellow frisbee was flying in my direction coming quickly from the opposite side of the yard. I caught it! Yeahhhhh, maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought. I pitched the frisbee back (gracefully, I might add), and it reached Nico perfectly at chest level. Nico seemed impressed which only added to my frisbee-throwing confidence. "Hey, I might actually be kind of good at this now that I've grown up," I mused.
Nope! Definitely was an overstatement. The next frisbee that came out of my hands traveled at a 90 degree angle and hit the house, barely missing my dad's office window. Woops. I laughed..I was embarrassed. Nico stared at me like I was a crazy person. But hey, what's new!? The next throw was also highly off as I smacked the umbrella pole, sending the entire thing into vibration mode. Nico then tried to instruct me as to "how to flick you're wrist to get a good aim at your target." I was getting bored.
We switched places on the lawn, so that he was in a more narrow area, bordered by a large flower bed on one side and the pool on the other. The other side of the yard enabled me to run, jump, and hop after the frisbee if need be. Why he hadn't originally put me in this spot I have no idea. Things seemed to be working out better in our new positions. For all you frisbee throwers out there, I was even able to throw underhand with a quick flick of my right wrist. Things were going quite well, and I was really enjoying this whole frisbee business.
There were a few instances where I caught myself from diving into insect-infected bushes in vain of catching the frisbee gallantly. After every catch/failed catch, I would do a 2-second dance move before passing the frisbee quickly back. And after doing a particularly impressive hip pop, twist, and plie, I threw the frisbee a little to the left of Nico. Instead of reaching Nico, the frisbee hit the umbrella pole AGAIN, sending it spinning onto the patio table. Nico, however had not anticipated the abrupt end to the frisbee's flight and was waving his arms to keep his balance as his body neared the pool's edge....Nico in the pool! Nico in the pool!!!! He hopped out as quickly as he had fallen in...fearful that his precious iphone was in his pocket. Thankfully it wasn't, because that would have been the fourth time he'd fallen in our pool, phone in hand.
MUAHAHAHAHA! I had gotten Nico to fall into the pool with all of his clothes on! Thundercat victorious! I can over there to check out the situation asap..I wasn't going to miss this!
(Side note: Thundercat is my newest nickname that Nico most creatively thought of on our last hike. I in turn, named him Gay Lighting).
Nico looked a little shaken up at first with his sopping wet clothing and matted hair, but was laughing the entire time. After he calmed down, he wanted to keep playing freaking frisbee! Great...what a trooper. To make a long story short, Nico ended up in the pool again by accident..which slowly but surely ended our frisbee playing.
Frisbee might have been worth it after all...
Nico, however, had a "better" idea, "Let's play frisbee!" His eyes lit up and got way too excited. Two words came out of my mouth almost immediately, "Um, no." Frisbee is one of those games that are only fun if you're good at them, like hackey-sack or horse shoes. I only played frisbee at summer camps when I was young when there was nothing else to do. It was something to pass the time with...not a hobby. Nico didn't really understand my "no" answer, so he assigned me to a patch of grass to go stand on. "Stay there and just catch the frisbee," he instructed. Oh boy.
The next thing I knew, a yellow frisbee was flying in my direction coming quickly from the opposite side of the yard. I caught it! Yeahhhhh, maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought. I pitched the frisbee back (gracefully, I might add), and it reached Nico perfectly at chest level. Nico seemed impressed which only added to my frisbee-throwing confidence. "Hey, I might actually be kind of good at this now that I've grown up," I mused.
Nope! Definitely was an overstatement. The next frisbee that came out of my hands traveled at a 90 degree angle and hit the house, barely missing my dad's office window. Woops. I laughed..I was embarrassed. Nico stared at me like I was a crazy person. But hey, what's new!? The next throw was also highly off as I smacked the umbrella pole, sending the entire thing into vibration mode. Nico then tried to instruct me as to "how to flick you're wrist to get a good aim at your target." I was getting bored.
We switched places on the lawn, so that he was in a more narrow area, bordered by a large flower bed on one side and the pool on the other. The other side of the yard enabled me to run, jump, and hop after the frisbee if need be. Why he hadn't originally put me in this spot I have no idea. Things seemed to be working out better in our new positions. For all you frisbee throwers out there, I was even able to throw underhand with a quick flick of my right wrist. Things were going quite well, and I was really enjoying this whole frisbee business.
There were a few instances where I caught myself from diving into insect-infected bushes in vain of catching the frisbee gallantly. After every catch/failed catch, I would do a 2-second dance move before passing the frisbee quickly back. And after doing a particularly impressive hip pop, twist, and plie, I threw the frisbee a little to the left of Nico. Instead of reaching Nico, the frisbee hit the umbrella pole AGAIN, sending it spinning onto the patio table. Nico, however had not anticipated the abrupt end to the frisbee's flight and was waving his arms to keep his balance as his body neared the pool's edge....Nico in the pool! Nico in the pool!!!! He hopped out as quickly as he had fallen in...fearful that his precious iphone was in his pocket. Thankfully it wasn't, because that would have been the fourth time he'd fallen in our pool, phone in hand.
MUAHAHAHAHA! I had gotten Nico to fall into the pool with all of his clothes on! Thundercat victorious! I can over there to check out the situation asap..I wasn't going to miss this!
(Side note: Thundercat is my newest nickname that Nico most creatively thought of on our last hike. I in turn, named him Gay Lighting).
Nico looked a little shaken up at first with his sopping wet clothing and matted hair, but was laughing the entire time. After he calmed down, he wanted to keep playing freaking frisbee! Great...what a trooper. To make a long story short, Nico ended up in the pool again by accident..which slowly but surely ended our frisbee playing.
Frisbee might have been worth it after all...
Monday, June 21, 2010
Christmas in June & Hello Summer
In honor of the Summer Solstice, I decided that it was time to celebrate Christmas again.
(NOTE: At this point, I advise you to start playing Christmas carols on your computer to make this experience more enjoyable.)
My family always has a Christmas party with my godparents, Howard & Jane. For reasons unknown by anyone really, we had not yet found the opportunity to celebrate in the past 6 months. I had made it the #1 bullet point on my To-Do list that we needed to schedule a time to honor Christmas sometime in June. The solstice was a perfect excuse to celebrate!
When I got up the morning before the celebration, I yawned, rubbed my eyes and looked out at the perfectly gorgeous day. What a wonderful day to have Christmas! For breakfast I had the usual 2.5 bowls of cereal, and proceeded downtown to the Farmer's Market with my mom. The Saturday's Farmer's Market is always a treat to go to, especially when you're hungry for endless fruit samples and honey sticks. We quickly ran out of money as we found it necessary to buy every type of berry & flower in sight. Life was good.
Our Christmas day got better when we stopped by the market to pick up some more food (Hobby #3 for me in life). My mom asked me to go looking for some agave syrup; however I quickly got distracted by the cheese aisle. "Hmmmm brie," I mused. Twenty minutes later I found my mom, with goodies & wine underarm..and no agave syrup. The wine I had picked up was the Coppola Claret from Napa Valley. It was a wine I had been hoping to try for months... yes! I will save more details on this particular wine for "Earthy Sustenance."
The day didn't stop becoming even more wonderful, especially when Hilary showed up at my house with her new car...an extremely shiny black Prius. Marshy, my white Prius, hopes to soon become good friends with "Black Magic," although it may be a bit of struggle as Mashy is a bit socially dysfunctional. Hilary and her new car took me down to the beach where we had plans to meet the rest of the crew.
Upon arriving, we were quickly invited to join a game of Bocce Ball. Nico and I were assigned to the same team, which allowed us to kick some seriously Bocce butt. Our opponents found themselves overcome by our talent, and it wasn't long before they had gone into the water to swim & surf. If I may add as a side note, I'm not particularly a fan of the beach or beach water because it is either too cold or too hot. But on Christmas, the water was just perfect. The surf wasn't too big to make body surfing a hazard. I even found the ambition to surf on Nico's new long board. I hadn't had much surfing practice lately as my first surfboard had been stolen indirectly, and my second stolen directly out of my garage. It was interesting to surf again...to say the least.
After almost getting wiped out by a baby tidal wave, I headed back home to ready myself for the Christmas party. My parents, Nico and I headed over to Jane & Howard's with presents underarm. Upon arriving, we found their front door covered in Christmas decorations, most importantly a felt banner reading"Happy Christmas!" Also present (no pun intended) was a massive wreath about 3 feet in diameter, covered in colorful ornaments. All I could think at the moment was what their neighbors were thinking.
To make an extremely long and delightful evening short for the sake of space here, we had a very happy Christmas. My parents received a present the size of a Smart Car with 17 bows attached to the top of it. It was quite entertaining to watch them unwrap it after 7 glasses of wine each and whilst bickering about how they were going to fit such a large box in the car.
Lastly, I must note that we contributed handsomely to the Jane & Howard Cork Collection (J&HCC), which had only been begun the week prior. ;)
(NOTE: At this point, I advise you to start playing Christmas carols on your computer to make this experience more enjoyable.)
My family always has a Christmas party with my godparents, Howard & Jane. For reasons unknown by anyone really, we had not yet found the opportunity to celebrate in the past 6 months. I had made it the #1 bullet point on my To-Do list that we needed to schedule a time to honor Christmas sometime in June. The solstice was a perfect excuse to celebrate!
When I got up the morning before the celebration, I yawned, rubbed my eyes and looked out at the perfectly gorgeous day. What a wonderful day to have Christmas! For breakfast I had the usual 2.5 bowls of cereal, and proceeded downtown to the Farmer's Market with my mom. The Saturday's Farmer's Market is always a treat to go to, especially when you're hungry for endless fruit samples and honey sticks. We quickly ran out of money as we found it necessary to buy every type of berry & flower in sight. Life was good.
Our Christmas day got better when we stopped by the market to pick up some more food (Hobby #3 for me in life). My mom asked me to go looking for some agave syrup; however I quickly got distracted by the cheese aisle. "Hmmmm brie," I mused. Twenty minutes later I found my mom, with goodies & wine underarm..and no agave syrup. The wine I had picked up was the Coppola Claret from Napa Valley. It was a wine I had been hoping to try for months... yes! I will save more details on this particular wine for "Earthy Sustenance."
Upon arriving, we were quickly invited to join a game of Bocce Ball. Nico and I were assigned to the same team, which allowed us to kick some seriously Bocce butt. Our opponents found themselves overcome by our talent, and it wasn't long before they had gone into the water to swim & surf. If I may add as a side note, I'm not particularly a fan of the beach or beach water because it is either too cold or too hot. But on Christmas, the water was just perfect. The surf wasn't too big to make body surfing a hazard. I even found the ambition to surf on Nico's new long board. I hadn't had much surfing practice lately as my first surfboard had been stolen indirectly, and my second stolen directly out of my garage. It was interesting to surf again...to say the least.
After almost getting wiped out by a baby tidal wave, I headed back home to ready myself for the Christmas party. My parents, Nico and I headed over to Jane & Howard's with presents underarm. Upon arriving, we found their front door covered in Christmas decorations, most importantly a felt banner reading"Happy Christmas!" Also present (no pun intended) was a massive wreath about 3 feet in diameter, covered in colorful ornaments. All I could think at the moment was what their neighbors were thinking.
Lastly, I must note that we contributed handsomely to the Jane & Howard Cork Collection (J&HCC), which had only been begun the week prior. ;)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Naps not the solution
Yesterday was the second day in a row that I had woken up for work before the sun was in the sky. Now, I usually am lucky enough that I only have to get up once a week to do this. That alone is difficult for me, so you can imagine what doing it twice can do to my mood/eye size. Bottom line: I'm a complete baby when it comes to getting up at ungodly hours of the day.
So, after I got off of work, I went straight home to take care of the dog that I'm house-sitting for. Lilo was not in the mood to play so I sat down outside on the chaise to rest for a bit. I wanted to try and finish the book that I was reading which I couldn't put down the night before. Coupled with the soft cushion and heat, my head began to feel 40 pounds heavier than it ever should. I trudged, more like pseudo-crab walked, upstairs with my book and decided to try a nap...
(SIDE NOTE: Heather does not take naps.)
Now, the last time that I had attempted to take a nap I had failed. Failed. Not only is it almost impossible for me to relax enough/stop using my brain at high speeds...I frankly just feel awful afterward. The only 2 naps that I've ever taken in my life have been after an all-nighter during finals week in college, and then once when I was a baby. This being said, naps just aren't in my vocabulary. So you can imagine what I must have been feeling when I thought it would be a good idea to attempt one.
I ended up passing out on the room upstairs that has the sun directly streaming in to (at pretty much all hours of the day), making it 85 degrees. It was so hard to keep my eyes open..........It felt like 2 days went by during that nap...but it probably was more likely 45 minutes. When I woke up, I FREAKED. WHATTTTTTTT!!! Not only was this not what I had expected, I felt disgusting/awful/lethargic/grumpy/over-heated. I ran into the bathroom and wanted to throw up. Nico had been there and seemed a little concerned about my reaction to (in his case, the daily activity of) taking a nap.
I barely remember the rest of the afternoon at this point. All the phone calls, texts, and conversations seem a little blurry today. I don't think naps are healthy. Why do people enjoy them so much?? My brain had a very hard time functioning for the next 4 hours..even after I went on a 2.36 mile walk around the neighborhood and drank some coffee. And that's no exaggeration.
Naps=bad news bears for Heather
So, after I got off of work, I went straight home to take care of the dog that I'm house-sitting for. Lilo was not in the mood to play so I sat down outside on the chaise to rest for a bit. I wanted to try and finish the book that I was reading which I couldn't put down the night before. Coupled with the soft cushion and heat, my head began to feel 40 pounds heavier than it ever should. I trudged, more like pseudo-crab walked, upstairs with my book and decided to try a nap...
(SIDE NOTE: Heather does not take naps.)
Now, the last time that I had attempted to take a nap I had failed. Failed. Not only is it almost impossible for me to relax enough/stop using my brain at high speeds...I frankly just feel awful afterward. The only 2 naps that I've ever taken in my life have been after an all-nighter during finals week in college, and then once when I was a baby. This being said, naps just aren't in my vocabulary. So you can imagine what I must have been feeling when I thought it would be a good idea to attempt one.
I ended up passing out on the room upstairs that has the sun directly streaming in to (at pretty much all hours of the day), making it 85 degrees. It was so hard to keep my eyes open..........It felt like 2 days went by during that nap...but it probably was more likely 45 minutes. When I woke up, I FREAKED. WHATTTTTTTT!!! Not only was this not what I had expected, I felt disgusting/awful/lethargic/grumpy/over-heated. I ran into the bathroom and wanted to throw up. Nico had been there and seemed a little concerned about my reaction to (in his case, the daily activity of) taking a nap.
I barely remember the rest of the afternoon at this point. All the phone calls, texts, and conversations seem a little blurry today. I don't think naps are healthy. Why do people enjoy them so much?? My brain had a very hard time functioning for the next 4 hours..even after I went on a 2.36 mile walk around the neighborhood and drank some coffee. And that's no exaggeration.
Naps=bad news bears for Heather
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