Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Where do they get them?

I heard an ad on the radio yesterday advertising some kind of festival, and they said to come see all these forgettable items, and ended with ".... and exotic cars!"

What? Like from the jungle? Jungle cars? Or sultry cars, like exotic dancers?

I've never heard the term exotic cars before, but I think it's one I'll start using more.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Nicole the Pawn Star

I think I'm going to open a pawn shop and make millions of dollars like the guys on Pawn Stars. Do you even watch it? IT'S THE BEST SHOW.

And old stuff is extra cool. Like a spoon Paul Revere made? And a button George Washington wore? And a flag that went to the moon? I never knew I liked old stuff til I saw Pawn Stars.

So in order to start Nicole the Pawn Star Shoppe, I'll have to start collecting extremely valuable, rare, old items. Does anyone have any kind of family heirloom or treasure they'd like to give me to get me started?

Once, on the show, someone actually brought in real treasure. From a treasure chest. That was found under water. REAL TREASURE. If anyone has any real treasure, to give me, that'd be cool. I'd even give you a 10% discount on one item of your choice in my shoppe.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

OMG I am practically related to Harry Potter

I have been marginally obsessed with my ancestry lately, ever since Steven introduced me to And do you know what I discovered today?

I am distantly related to someone named HEDWIG RADEN.

Hedwig! Did you read that? HEDWIG!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I am a local hero.

Some have called me a local hero. Some have called me a "Bellebrity" (get it? Bellingham celebrity?)

Pet safety is no joke, my friend. And no one understands this more than a little dachshund by the name of Lilly. I found her in the middle of Yew street while I was driving to Steven's house the other day.

"Little dog, little dog, why do you linger in this dangerous location? Are you lost? It is well past nightfall and you seem quite alone," I called when I approached the dog.

Those might not be the exact words, but I can't quite remember. It was something quite similar to that, though.

Poor little Lilly was so scared, and when I pulled over, she leapt right into my car and sat on my lap, all shaky and shiver-y. She had a tag, which said she lived on Lopez Island. Since I was not on Lopez Island, or any island, I concluded that Lilly was far from home.

I called the number on her tag, and it reached someone, but it was not Lilly's owner. It was Lilly's owner's mom's renter. So long story short, I eventually tracked down her owner, who was visiting her boyfriend not to far from where we were.

I returned Lilly to her family, and bid them goodnight, reminding them that pet safety is no joke.

So now that I am literally a hero, I was thinking of adding a title to my name. Like, "Madam" or "The Revered."

Saturday, July 3, 2010

What's up, Blog Friendles

Dear Blog Friendles,

Currently, I do not have regular internet access, which is why I cannot blog. I tried blogging from my iPhone.... very slow with the 1-finger typing. Although I LOVE MY IPHONE, I do not love blogging on it. Too slow.

I am right now living with my friends, Baron and Cristina Miller. You may remember Cristina as my workout coach in blogs past. This is the same Cristina. Yes. She has made me do more workouts since I moved in with them. They have been torturous. For example, we did a workout that consisted of 100 squat thrusts, 150 squats, and 200 sit-ups. Yep. I did that.

I am scheduled to move into my new place August 1st. It is a waterfront sky condo. At least, that is what I am calling it. It's a studio that some of my friends rent out. It DOES overlook the water. It's not a condo, but "condo" fits with the words "waterfront" and "sky" better than "apartment," so I call it the waterfront sky condo.

Anyway, I will blog more often when I live in the WSC, because I will have internet access.

Some quick updates:

  1. Ricky the cat is living with some of my friends, the Warners. I get to see him because I nanny for them three days a week. He is very snuggley.
  2. I went to the zoo with my brother Ryan and it was awesome.
  3. I washed Snowy.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Question: Nicole, What Have You Been Doing Lately?

Answer: Not much.

That might be why I haven't been the blogger queen you all know me to be. I haven't been having particularly interesting thoughts.

For example, right now, I just sat here looking at the computer, not typing. For like 60 seconds. Have my thoughts deteriorated into boringness? But I am not a boring person. This is unacceptable.

Yes. I humbly accept the challenge. I will fight the oppressive, looming adulthood-boringness-of-thought that seems to be descending on me and making me unable to blog. I am a fighter.

::Christina Aguilera's Fighter plays in the background::

(Just so you know, I have that song playing in the background of most of the scenes in my life.)

Sunday, March 21, 2010

My "Job"

So right now, I am employed as a nanny. And I love it. I have so much fun with these kids, it's ridiculous.

This child in the sunglasses is Isla. She is 16 months old and enjoys wandering about, trying to steal my iPhone, and daying "YA? YA?" to everything. She is delightful.

The other day I accidentally locked her in her bedroom somehow. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND how that happened. I didn't even know the door locked. I tried climbing in through the window. It did not work. I eventually picked the lock. And freed her. She didn't really care, she was sleeping.

The child on this playtoy is Simon. He is three years old, and enjoys trains, scooping trucks, and candy. He calls me "Cole" and says hilarious things on a daily basis.

Simon: "Cole, are you berry happy I am here?"

Me: "Yes, I am very happy."

Simon: "Are you a blub-blub?"

Me: "No, I think you might be a blub-blub."

Simon: "SILLY COLE! You are a blub-blub because the udder day you locked the door when Isla was sleeping in her room."

You accidentally lock a baby in a room ONCE and nobody ever lets you forget it. Come on, Simon. Let's move forward. Forgive and forget.

Monday, February 22, 2010

I think being an Olympic fan should be an Olympic sport

Because I would get the gold medal.

And if I had a gold medal, I would hang it in my living room.

And I would gaze at it all the time and think about the Olympics. Then I would invite other Olympic gold medalists over to my house so we could shine our gold medals together.

Unfortunately, being an Olympic fan is NOT a current Olympic sport. So if I want a gold medal, I'm going to have to find another sport to excel in.

Perhaps bobsled. I could be one of those people that just hunker down and ride in the bobsled. I would be very good at that. Where do I start training? The next Olympics is in Russia. Russia could be cool.

Look for me in the 2014 Games. Bobsled Rider.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Once Upon A Time, I Met Evan Lycasek and the Today Show Hosts at the Olympics

It was the best 48 hours I've continuously been awake.

That is a real, REAL Olympic gold medal around Evan Lycasek's neck. We were really standing that close to him.

This is me and my mom by the Olympic Cauldron.

I loved this polar bear.

I have so many more pictures. You can see a lot of them on Facebook!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The final hours...

before my dreams come to life.

Ryan, my mom, Heidi and Lisa are all sitting in my living room right now. We are watching the Men's Figure Skating finals and it's very exciting. But not as exciting as the fact that we're GOING TO THE TODAY SHOW IN A FEW HOURS.

Yes that's right, I am going to the Today Show. Tonight. For the show tomorrow morning.

You might see me on TV.

I am going to try to kiss Matt Lauer.

We're not sleeping. We're staying up all night. I think we're leaving in about a half hour. I'm so excited I don't know how to express my emotions.

Should I laugh? Should I cry? Should I do some wild clapping, like my friend Rachel Handysnacks would?

Watch the Today Show tomorrow. YOU COULD SEE ME.

Life Goal # 71: Attend the Olympic Games

Folks, tomorrow is the day.

The day I have been waiting for since I was a fetus.

It is the day I am going to go to the Olympic Games.

I might go crazy.

Let's trace the history of this life goal. So, the stars aligned and in 1984, I was born. It's no coincidence that 1984 was an Olympic year, and that the Games were held in Los Angelos. I was the first child of Lulu Jobe, a seasoned Olympic fan. The Olympics and I were meant to be connected.

Fast forward to 1994. These are the first Olympic Games that I remember. It was the Winter Olympics and I remember coming home from ballet and racing to the TV to watch figure skating with my mom. It was the year with the Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan catastrophe.

Oksana Baiul won the gold and Nancy Kerrigan won the silver. My conscious love for the Olympics was growing.

By 1996, I was a fanatic. I was 11 that summer. My grandmother made me an American flag sundress. I would have worn it every day of the 17 days of the Games, but my mom insisted on washing it occasionally. I carried around a small American flag and forced my friends to watch the competition with me.

I saved my babysitting money and bought a Sports Illustrated kids guide to the Olympics for that year. I knew when every event was airing and scheduled my time around the most important events.

I cried when Michael Johnson broke the world record and when Kerri Strug vaulted on her hurt ankle. Good times, good times.

And my love and some might say, obsession, has grown over the years, and when I wrote out my 101 life goals my senior year of college, attending the Olympics was in there.

And tomorrow, I get to check it off the list.

I hope Vancouver is ready for me.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Olympic Souvenir I Desire

I want these mittens. I love them. I covet them, which is disobeying one of the ten commandments. But I can't help it. Look at the little maple leaf!

And the rings!

And the redness!

I am going to the Olympics in 2 days. TWO DAYS.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Things I Can Now Cook For You If You Are Nice To Me

Steven has been teaching me to cook. Here are some meals I can now prepare. Probably. I can probably prepare.

  1. Chicken and dumplings
  2. Fajitas
  3. Mashed Potatoes that are not from potato flakes

We've also cooked other things but I don't think I could probably prepare them on my own.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Opening Ceremonies

were awesome.

My favorite part was when the magical giant polar bear emerged from no where. I think he is a relative of Snowy.

Other parts I enjoyed included the part with the trees and the dancers, the tap dancing, when the floor became an ocean and there were whales, the part when there was a giant mountain and sky dancers pretended to ski down it, and some of the singing.

But my favorite part was the polar bear.

I only choked up like twice.

Friday, February 12, 2010

The Olympics: DAY ONE


The Olympics are my favorite thing. I am inappropriately excited about the Olympics.

I know many of you are wondering where I've been, and the answer is no where. I just haven't been blogging. Don't really have a reason.

But now I do have a reason. A reason to blog. A reason to live.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Here's what has happened in the past month:

I lost my favorite water bottle for 2 weeks. But then I found it in a bag in my living room.

Plus some other stuff happened also.