Nick the Cardi - International Man of Mystery

I'm famous! Or something like that.

2011-09-07T16:56:00.000-07:00

Check out my profile on The Daily Corgi! Miss Laurie did a wonderful job writing about a fascinating subject - ME!

It has been raining and raining for what seems like days now. And when you don't like getting your feet wet, this can present a problem. I'm working through it though, with the help of Mom and a bag of treats. Poop outside = treats. Pooping inside = no treats + unhappy Mom.

School daze

2011-09-04T15:14:00.000-07:00

Hey! It's almost back-to-school time...My Very Own Boy is less than thrilled about it though. Me, I love all the bags of school supplies so much and I try really hard to help him get everything organized. Apparently I'm not as good at is as I should be though. Teachers don't like packs of notecards already punched. Ahem.

I've been busy, myself. Tomorrow, I'm going to be the dog of the day on The Daily Corgi! How cool is that? You'll learn all about me. Probably more than you ever wanted to know. I also have my own Facebook profile now. I know, next thing I need is an agent! My personal assistant (Mean Mom) has been sorely lacking in a lot of departments lately. Like she set up my Facebook profile for me and got my birthday wrong. How in the world do you forget the most important day in your life, I ask you? Hurumph.

Anyhow, off to supervise Mom while she makes sausage biscuits for Monkey Man's breakfast tomorrow. I feel fairly certain that if I play my cards right and jump on her at just the right minute, I might score a biscuit!

Baby, it's hot outside

2011-07-22T13:41:00.000-07:00

It's 103 degrees at our house today, according to Mom. It's so hot that even Rufus doesn't want to go outside! He loves the heat. Me, not so much. So we're just hanging out this afternoon.

Mom took a nap on the couch while Rufus and I worked on our chewies. Rufus has a bad habit of trying to trick me out of my chewie - they're always better when someone else has done all the work, I guess! Anyway, I got up on the couch to keep him away and found the perfect place to wedge my chewie in so I could work on it. Right between Mom's legs! Yeah, she didn't like that too much, something about me biting important things. Sheesh.

Stay cool!

Wanted: New Mom, Mine is Broke!

2011-07-20T16:15:00.001-07:00

Well, hi there!

I believe my Mom owes you all an apology. She has been sick, you see. Something called mon-oh. All I know is that she slept a lot and complained about being tired and achy all the time.

Bo-ring! I mean, how am I supposed to be an International Man of Mystery when all I could do was lay around all the time? I think I might need to trade my Mom in for one that isn't broken!

On the good side, while she was sick I taught myself to jump up on the couch to administer appropriate kisses and keep her feet warm. I was a Very Helpful Boy! Not to mention, every time Mom got up off of the couch I would steal her pillow. It smells really good, just like my Mom.

In the meantime, I've been busy getting BIG. I'm as big as Rufus now! He still tries to push me around sometimes, especially when he wants my chewie. But I try to be polite and remember that he's just a curmudgeonly old cuss that wants to have his way all the time.

So anyway, I'm back! And I missed everyone...we have a lot of catching up to do! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my chewie collection.

Big helper

2011-04-28T16:18:00.000-07:00

I like to help Mom around the house. Especially with things like unloading the groceries.

Martin's has the best bags. Very, very tasty.

Sorry for the lack of posts - baseball season has started so therefore we are on the run all the time. Mom should have some pictures soon of me at the ballfield with my adoring fans!

An Easter misfortune

2011-04-24T10:16:00.000-07:00

Apparently, I have now ruined Easter for everyone.

Hey Mom! Look what I did!

What? I was supposed to greet the Easter Bunny?

I thought you said....

Oh my. This is awkward.

Sorry. Nothing to see here. *burp*

Just kidding! Happy Easter to you and yours, hope you have a wonderful day! We are going to my human Aunt Kathie's house and I will meet my Nana for the first time - I can't wait! Plus there will be Whip Its and Grey Hounds and little people and HAM. I'm not sure what HAM is but if it's food, I'm in!

Do not disturb

2011-04-21T16:47:00.001-07:00

I had my first day at daycare today. It was so much fun! There were lots of big dogs for me to bark at and lots of dogs my size to play with. All the hoomans that work there said I was the cutest thing they've ever seen. I think they must tell everyone that, but don't tell Mom that. She's on Cloud 9!

I haven't moved from this spot since we got home. Everyone has to step over me to get anywhere in the house. I should get my second wind around 10 PM, right when Mom likes to go to bed. That's my favorite time to zoom around the house as fast as I can run. Know why? Because that's how an International Man of Mystery rolls!

We interrupt our regular programming for a fellow Cardi in need!

2011-04-20T18:22:00.000-07:00

No pictures of me today, but a favor to ask.

One of our fellow Cardis needs help! Little Adam, who is 11 days old today is sick and needs all the arooos and prayers we can send him. He is the only puppy from his Mama Sedona, and he is a handsome guy like me!

Stop by Got Corgi? and check out our buddy, and leave him a few encouraging woofs if you'd like. He'd love that!

Get well soon, buddy! We're pulling for you!

A dirty, low-down shame

2011-04-19T03:50:00.000-07:00

Our new friends Wilson and Jimmy asked their mom Taryn to send some of her pictures from this weekend's puppy party. Well actually, my mom asked her because her camera is a piece of crap and takes terrible pictures. (Hey mom, am I allowed to say crap? Crap! Crap! Crap!)

Mud is awesome! I had no idea what I was missing out on! Mean Mom always makes me stay out of the mud or I have to take a bath with that smelly stuff that makes me smell like an old lady.

It's not only fun to roll in, it's fun to drink too! Kind of like a cafe mocha!

There were all kinds of awesome smells.

Uh oh. The Fun Police, a.k.a Mean Mom got me. She doesn't look happy.

Happy? I mean, seriously...look at me! You are in so much trouble for posting this, dude. Big trouble. Not only had I been rained on no fewer than 627 times, I had a bad haircut and my face looks like Jabba the Hut. Seriously, knock it off!

At this point, Grandma Janet saved me from Mean Mom and gave me a nice bath. I love you, Grandma Janet! You rock!

Then, I got to go back inside and pose for pictures with my Mama Scout and my sister Sally. Aren't we cute?

Now, if you want the G-rated version of this weekend, hop on over to Grandma Janet's. I love you Grandma Janet!

If you want the R-rated version, then slink on over to Jimmy and Wilson's blog.

For the NC-17 version, try Jon Farleigh and Dewi's blog. As if that surprises anyone.

Mean Mom says: Thanks to everyone for all the fun this weekend and the photos! Big thanks to Taryn for sending me Dirty Nick pictures since my camera really is a piece of crap. Or, as Naughty Nick would say, Crap! Crap! Crap!

Wild Thing

2011-04-18T05:22:00.001-07:00

On Saturday, Mom and I took a road trip! It was really exciting. Jon Farleigh and Dewi went along too, we got to ride in their Mom's car. It was a loooong ride, and when we got there I could hardly believe my eyes - my Mama Scout and my sister Sally were there, along with Uncle Grump Spencer!!! And there were a lot of other corgis there too - I could hardly believe my eyes at how many there were, all shapes and sizes and colors and they all had tails like me!

This is my new friend Banjo. He is only 13 weeks old but he was so much fun to play with!

That's my sister Sally (f.k.a. Susan) on the blue bed. She has Banjo pinned...she likes to do that, especially to me! At one point, she rolled me over and we went sliding down the hill into a big mud puddle! It was AWESOME! Grandma Janet was nice enough to give me two baths and lots of smooches and hugs. I was so tired from playing with Sally that I slept the whole way home, slept all night, and pretty much all day Sunday! Mom was pretty happy about that. So was Rufus. Mom says to tell you guys that her pictures aren't that good - they are pretty blurry because Sally and I never stopped moving! But she's going to go through her pictures tonight and see if there are more good ones to post.

Dinosaur hunting

2011-04-14T17:32:00.000-07:00

Today was a really awesome day! Mom went with My Very Own Boy on some kind of trip for school and they got home early today - and My Very Own Boy brought his best friend home with him to play outside!

Hey! What are you guys doing?

Dinosaur hunting? Are they good to eat? I'm in!

I think I saw the T-Rex go this way!

Maybe he's under this log?

You guys have guns? That's it, I need a weapon too - a nice, juicy stick!

Wait up for meeeee.....

Nothing like a good roll in the grass after a long afternoon hunt.

We had so much fun! I love playing with My Very Own Boy and his friends - they are awesome! Not to mention they usually have food on their faces and shirts.

It's all about ME

2011-04-13T11:32:00.000-07:00

Hey, y'all! It's my four-month birthday today! And while my Mom and Dad are at work, I'm at home partying like a rock star. Grandma Janet has been talking about my brothers and sisters this week since it's our birthday - and I'm up on deck! Make sure you stop by and check out my story there. Also she has posts about David and Alli (formerly known as Mary). Now if you'll excuse me, the dancers are going to be here at 3 so I need to finish getting the pole up. Bassett Hounds...love those ladies with the long ears!

It's all about the angle

2011-04-12T15:29:00.000-07:00

When you're chewing on a yummy bone, it's all about the angle of approach. Especially when you have no legs to speak of.

What the hell? Amateur.

I love stinky stuff

2011-04-11T16:02:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite things to do is go exploring in the woods. There is all kinds of cool, stinky stuff out here - rotten logs, ant nests, deer poop...we even have a creek in our backyard! I am just dying to get in it, but Mean Mom keeps waylaying my plans. She is No Fun At All.

Dad puts all the stuff out of the back of that big noisy thing that cuts the grass in a big pile in part of the woods. Talk about good smells! I like to bounce through the piles over and over. Then I roll in it and rub my back all in the piles. Sometimes, just when I finally get my smell just right, Mean Mom gives me a bath! Then I smell like an orange. I don't like that. She is No Fun At All.

Big helpers

2011-04-10T16:29:00.000-07:00

Oh, sorry. Were you looking for me?

My brother Rufus and I have been really busy.

First, we helped Mom clean out her closet. After all the embarrassing pictures we've been posting of each other, she absolutely forbid me to post pictures of her closet. All I can say is that it was a treasure trove of all kinds of things that were wonderful to drag out and chew on. By the time she finished, Mom was too tired from chasing me to get her stuff back to fix dinner, so Dad got us a pizza. I don't know what pizza is, but it smelled really, really good.

After that, Dad took us outside. He was doing something to our obstacle course wall out in the yard. Rufus and I thought it would be fun to help out.

Aren't we handsome?

Oh look! There's Dad!

Let's go see if we can help, pipsqueak.

Hmm. I don't think Dad knows what he's doing.

Ooh, something shiny! Look, Rufus!

Jackpot!

Suhweet! Dad's stash of landscaping fabric.

Let's get it out. Or rather, why don't you get it out, pipsqueak. Dad might need that.

Unfortunately, Dad intervened and said he didn't really need the landscaping fabric. He was using some kind of glue or something to fix our walls.

Then he took a break. And we thought he looked like he might enjoy some company.

And he did. Mission accomplished!

A more flattering angle?

2011-04-07T03:50:00.000-07:00

Mom promised she's post a better picture today. Anyone that knows my Mama can see - I have a ring around my tail just like she does!

I hear that a lot of my Family and Friends and their hoomans are headed off to some big Corgi party this week. We hope everyone has a Fraptabulous time! I wish I could go...maybe someday!

Currently, I am not speaking to my Mom.

2011-04-06T02:43:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, Mom took me to the place where all the girls come love on me, strangers give me treats, and then this dude in a white coat came and stabbed me in the butt! OUCH. I forgave him though, and felt well enough to come home and run in the yard with Rufus and Dad and My Very Own Boy.

Then, however, my butt really started to hurt and I was so worn out that I fell asleep while I was near my food bowls. And then Mom had to take this highly unflattering picture. Mooooom! I mean, really?

I'm not talking to you. Unless food is involved. Then maybe we can talk.

Ah, memories!

2011-04-05T05:09:00.000-07:00

I was looking through some pictures last night from when I was just a little guy and thought it would be fun to show everybody! That's me! I was three weeks old. And I already look like a Man of Mystery, don't I?

This is when my Grandma Janet took me and my brothers and sisters to the doctor along with my mom. There were eight of us - everyone called us The Ocho! There were so many of us that Grandma put us in a big plastic box and then on a cart with wheels to get us to the doctor. Aren't we a handsome looking group? Some of my sisters have their own blogs too - see Joanie? Her name is Gingersnap now and she is on a blog with her new family. Susan is now Sally and she lives with my Mama Scout, Uncle Grump Spencer, and Grandma Janet. And Laurie is now called Lowri and lives with her brother Kearney - they have all kinds of cool adventures with sheepies! You can see their blogs over on the blogroll called We are Family. Stop on by and say hi!

And if that wasn't enough, check out this picture:

That's me! Sleeping on our bed in the puppy pen when I was only about seven weeks old. I still like to sleep on my back with all of my legs in the air. A man has to air out his, um, equipment. If you know what I mean.

What? It's Monday already?

2011-04-04T02:36:00.000-07:00

Eh, just wake me up when it's finally Tuesday. Okay?

Revenge is sweet

2011-04-03T08:06:00.000-07:00

Remember how Rufus stole my toy?

I mean seriously, look at this thing. Nas-ty! Why in the world would I want anything to do with that gross thing?

But then this morning, Mom asked me if I'd had anything to do with Rufus' toy getting messed up.

Huh? Who, me?

Oh my, how barbaric! Who would do such a terrible thing?

Now, if you'll excuse me...I have some other home improvements projects to work on. Thanks.

Bear Grylls ain't got nothing on me

2011-04-01T14:22:00.000-07:00

Ever since I was a wee sprite, I've been working on one of the essential parts of being an International Man of Mystery...the art of survival skills.

This was one of my earlier attempts. See how clever I am, pretending to bite the branches of that tree? In reality, I'm discerning if the tree is edible in case I'm ever stuck in a forest without my Blue puppy food. Bear Grylls, eat your heart out.

In the next example, you think you see a cute puppy snuggled up next to one of his Mom's shoes, right?

Wrong! It's me, proving that I can sleep in even the most treacherous conditions, like using my Mom's stinky shoe as a pillow.

Dealing with predators is also an essential skill.

Not naming names or anything. Ahem.

Forbidden love

2011-03-31T15:23:00.000-07:00

Someone has stolen a toy that my Mom specifically bought for me.

The main suspect: Rufus, a.k.a The Woofenheimer

Let's set the scene, shall we?

First, he waits until I'm distracted, which rarely happens.

Ooh, something shiny!

Then, he moves in on the toy. Slowly but surely, he stalks his prey.

Wow, look what I found! Eh, it's just a baby toy though.

Then he pretends to remove the "dangerous" item for my protection. Riiiight.

I'm just gonna move this over here, out of the way. It'll be all right, Nick. I'll save you!

Then, when no one is looking, the love affair begins.

Where have you been all my life?

Oh crap! Here comes the pipsqueak again.

Mooooooooooom! Rufus stole my toy!

And therefore, ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.

You can't prove anything, runt. And I refuse to be ashamed of my forbidden love.

You look maaaahvelous, dahling.

2011-03-30T16:59:00.000-07:00

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. It takes a lot of work to look this good.

It's hard being me

2011-03-29T10:57:00.000-07:00

Seriously Mom? I can't drive the Corvette today? I bet James Bond's mom would've let him drive the Corvette. I'm just sayin'.

My boy

2011-03-28T14:59:00.000-07:00

The day my Mom and Dad came to pick me up, they brought a little person with them. His name is Joey, and he is officially My Very Own Boy.

I like little people, but he isn't very little at all. Mom says he's in third grade and he is already four feet, ten inches tall. His legs are a lot longer than mine are and he runs really, really fast. We like to play chase and all kinds of games outside.

Mom calls him Monkey Man. I call him My Boy. He is very sweet and likes to rub my tummy and give me big hugs. I like to bite his socks and try and pull on his pants legs. His socks smell really, really good - especially after he goes to baseball practice.

Today, My Very Own Boy isn't feeling very well. Mom said he was up all night with a fever and he has a sinus infection. When she took him to the doctor, she let him ride in the car without being in a crate. That's so unfair! Why do I have to ride in the car in a crate?

I have been taking care of him on the couch today when I'm not busy following Mom around. He gets to use lots of tissues and sometimes I can steal one out of the box when no one is looking. That is fun!

Who, me?

2011-03-27T12:53:00.000-07:00

Um, Mom? I don't think you're going to be very happy about this. Nick's been a little...busy....

Dude! You are sooo busted! *heh heh heh*

Who, me? I didn't do anything.

Nothing at all.

Look here - unless you capture me on film with some evidence, I'm innocent I tell you!

What? This piece of posterboard on my nose? It proves nothing!

Friday Frapping - The Secret Corgi Convocation

2011-03-26T07:25:00.000-07:00

Last night, I had my Secret Corgi Convocation with my great uncle Jon Farleigh and his brother Dewi. It was more fun than should be allowable by law.

First, their hooman mom Elizabeth said hello to me. She is really nice. She also carries a lot of good treats in her bag.

Then, I got to meet Jon Farleigh and Dewi.

Butts were sniffed, pee mail was read, and we were ready to start our training mission.

Hey guys, let's go over here so we can talk and the hoomans can't hear us.

Let's go this way!

***sound of brakes squealing...***

Treat break! Mmmm, salmon treats!

Then it started getting dark so our Moms took us and our boys out for ice cream. I wasn't exactly sure what ice cream was, but it was goooood.

Really, really goooood.

I came home and fell asleep in one of my favorite spots, and dreamed of ice cream. I hope we can have another Secret Corgi Convocation again - thanks Dewi and Jon Farleigh!

Too clean

2011-03-25T07:28:00.000-07:00

Whew. It's been an exhausting week. Being an International Man of Mystery is a full-time job, I tell you. That and trying to keep my ears up have just worn me out.

Tonight I have a Super Secret Corgi Convocation with my great-uncle Jon Farleigh and his blue brother Dewi. You can see them over at The Chronicles of Cardigan. Mom even made me take a bath last night for the occasion. Now I smell like oranges and my coat looks really handsome. Hopefully I can find some deer poop to roll in before we go to our meeting so I can smell better, no one likes a good-smelling dog!

Have a great Friday, everybody! Make sure you root for VCU and University of Richmond tonight...I have no idea why, but everyone around here is talking about it. If it involves food, I'm in!

I can hear clearly now my ears are up...

2011-03-24T16:18:00.000-07:00

Meet my big brother

2011-03-23T16:34:00.000-07:00

This is my big brother, Rufus.

Rufus is eleven years old. His birthday is Christmas Eve! His real name is Gorthleck Gwilliam, which you can see why we don't call him that. He flew on a big airplane from England when he was just a little bit older than me! Mom and Dad drove up to Maryland to meet him and brought him home a few weeks later.

Rufus wasn't really happy when I came to live at our house. He kind of got mad when I tried to eat all of his crumbs under the kitchen table and sleep on his bed. He also didn't like sharing Mom and Dad with me too much.

You could say that he's a little bit cranky. But I don't say it too loud because his teeth are way bigger than mine.

I think he likes me though, because slowly but surely he is getting a little closer to me every day. Usually when he pushes me out of the way to eat my food out of my bowl.

I'm working on him, though. He actually kissed me the other day! Either that or he was trying to figure out if I would make a good snack.

You'll have to excuse me...

2011-03-22T18:03:00.001-07:00

I'm a little bit busy right now. And soon enough, Mom says I won't be able to fit under her bed anymore, so I need to make sure I check everything out before that happens.

Flirting with Disaster

2011-03-21T15:38:00.000-07:00

My Aunt Kathie is the absolute coolest. Not only does she provide little people for me to play with, she has two dogs named Amy and Teddy. I guess they are my cousins, but they look funny. Amy is a Whip It, and Teddy is a Grey Hound. They both look like they could use a good cheeseburger, but they are really nice and liked playing with me. Well, I should say that Amy used me like a bowling ball and it was kind of embarrassing in front of Georgia and Bogey. She didn't bowl them over!

The other thing she has is this really cool pond with these big red, orange, white and black things swimming around in there. Some of them are bigger than I am! I tried to go in the pond to check it out, but I kept hearing my Mom calling my name and then Bogey and Georgia would come get me. Mom didn't seem very happy with me getting that close to the water. One of these days, I'm going to get in that pond and see what those things were! I'm sure my Aunt Kathie wouldn't mind at all.

The things I have to do for beauty

2011-03-20T17:05:00.001-07:00

Apparently, part of this whole International Man of Mystery thing involves being devastatingly handsome. I think that I look just fine, but the hoomans around here apparently thought I needed some help today.

I went to my Aunt Kathie's house today to play with some members of the Samily - my great-aunt Georgia and my great-uncle Bogey - and they tricked me! Auntie Dina brought out this big jar of yummy stuff called peanut butter and lulled me into a false sense of security. First, she put this stuff all over my earses and I look completely ridiculous. What was wrong with one ear up and one ear down, I ask you? Now I'm not nearly as aerodynamic.

Then, she put me in her lap and started messing with my paws. I tried so hard to be good and then she gave me some yummy treats and let me stick my nose in the peanut butter jar.

I was so tired that I slept the whole way home. Mom is trying to keep me awake tonight but needless to say, I'm not speaking to her right now.

Oh, the humiliation. I hope this week goes by fast.

Herding the young 'uns

2011-03-19T04:57:00.001-07:00

One day this week, Mom took what she called a "mental health day" from work. Something about people getting on her nerves, I dunno. It was a really fun day - we slept until 10 AM, we played in the yard, and then Mom took me on a special trip in the car to go meet some new hoomans.

Mom took me to this house where she introduced me to my Aunt Kathie and my cousin Finley. Finley is three years old and we got along really great. She wanted to play "Dog Show" a lot which was really her flailing a big stick around and calling "Nick!" over and over. Sometimes the little hoomans are hard for me to understand but I try my best because they are fun plus they always drop a lot of food when they eat. Winning!

They also had a lot of this green vine stuff that I hopped around in over and over. It made me really tired but it was so much fun!

It might look like I'm playing, but I'm practicing my camouflaging techniques. I'm sure this will come in handy later on my international missions of mischief.

Catching up on my reading

2011-03-17T18:43:00.001-07:00

An International Man of Mystery has to be prepared for anything. He has to be well-schooled on the ways of the world. Today, I devoured Maximum PC, Scientific American, and In Style.

Hey, don't judge. Sometimes I need to keep up with the latest fashion trends.

Bad Hair Day

2011-03-16T19:13:00.000-07:00

When I was still living at my Grandma Janet's she noticed something kind of funny about me. All my brothers and sisters had nice, smooth hair - but my sister Abby and I ended up looking like we had fuzz. I think maybe some good conditioner would have fixed it, but Grandma sent a test to some fancy place and they said I have the fluff gene. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I'm hoping that it means I'll get something to eat.

One day, a bunch of people and dogs came to Grandma's house and they put each of us on a table and talked about us. My hooman Mom was there and she was hoping that I could go home with her. Everybody was talking about my hair and Mom said that was okay with her, she didn't care what my hair looked like. And really, is it that hard to see why when you look at this picture of my Mom?

Yikes. Talk about a bad hair day.

Greetings and Salutations!

2011-03-16T07:40:00.000-07:00

Well, hello!

My name is Nick.

I am a Cardigan Welsh Corgi. Or at least that's what they tell me. Apparently there are other kinds of corgis that don't have tails, but my hooman mom says that she prefers corgis with handles. I don't like to think of my tail as a handle, but more along the lines of a perpetual plaything.

See this beautiful lady? No, the red and white one. That's my mom, Scout. Some people know her as GCH Cardiridge Jean Louise Finch RN HT CGC. That's a lot of letters and stuff. Last year, she went to a big place called Westminster and won a big ribbon there. I mean really big and I bet it would be really tasty too. I think she should get a ribbon for being a great mom too. I miss her a lot. She lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee with my hooman Grandma Janet.

And this is my dad Chase. Isn't he handsome? Lots of hoomans know him as Am/Can CH C-Myste Baledwr Pursuit of Happiness, CD HT PT RN VC CGC TT. Wow, my parents both have a lot of letters and stuff! My dad is really silly and likes to run around chasing ducks and sheepies and things. He usually lives far away in New Mexico with my other hooman Grandma Penni, but right now he's in Tennessee too chasing sheepies.

So while my dad Chase was in Tennessee, he met my mom Scout. There was a lot of magic and I think maybe some Barry White music was involved.

Um, okay. That was awkward. Hold on a second, I need to chew on something so I can erase that out of my brain....

Anyway, I ended up having seven brothers and sisters! Look how tiny I was.

But now I'm not such a little guy. I'm growing up! I have some big paws to follow between my mom, my dad, and even my great-grandpa Sam who is like a big supermodel. So that's why my hooman mom is calling this blog, Nick the Cardi - International Man of Mystery. Talk about putting a lot of pressure on me! But it will be fine, and I hope one day I'll have a bunch of cool letters after my name too.