urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lovin_nancydrew lovin_nancydrew lovin_nancydrew 2004-06-01T03:11:08Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lovin_nancydrew:1319 2004-06-01T03:11:08Z 2004-06-01T03:11:08Z friday night. what a night <br />rocking all night with Boo. yes that is what we call my grandma. i have to write this down before i forget it. jj, katy, myself and my grandma were playing scrabble. i had spelled the word OM (you know, me and my buddhism). so then boo gets all giddy and schoolgirlish cuz she finally is going to get some points and spell a word!!! imagine my amazement when i looked over and saw what she was about to spell out.<br />C O N D .....<br /><br />Yes Boo! anyway J.J. beat her too it so she didn't get a chance to put that on the board. she did manage to make the word H.O.U.N.D. J.J. was looking at the board upside down so she goes whats a houuuundd? and then katy and i go "you dont know what a hooooooooounnd is? come on jj think you aint nothign but a HOUNDDD dog CRYING all the time. you aint never caught a RABBIT.... blah blah hard to type but you might understand (of course I do its my talk toyourselfwebsite) and then my grandma and mom got all into it and tried to look for my implied nonexistant hidden messages. i got them to believe that song was really about a gay man who couldnt catch a rabbit (a girl)... a hounds really means a gay man... and that elvis was secretly gay so he wrote antihomosexual songs to mask it. and really why he died was that he couldnt live with himself anymore and many people think he just ran away with his secret gay lover. seriously, his daughter married michael jackson? i had them totally going but now im in trouble cuz i just found out.. my grandma went home and told her little scrabble friends!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lovin_nancydrew:553 2004-05-20T02:19:25Z 2004-05-20T02:19:25Z computer has the hiccups Life is a sandwich<br />Completely unique<br />Bursting and singing<br />With choices.<br />Anything you could imagine <br />Structured on either end<br />Everything takes on a new taste<br />when smooshed into its neighbor.<br />You could eat a new sandwich each day.<br />Or enjoy your favorite repeated.<br />Can your bread be keeping you stuck?<br />Or can it be keeping me grounded?<br />A sandwich is truly unique.<br />No two taste the same<br />A life is truly unique<br />No two taste the same<br />A sandwich means more when you share it<br />Giving a piece of yourself<br />A sandwich tastes like a feeling<br />ONce you learn to love the crust. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lovin_nancydrew:390 2004-05-19T00:14:14Z 2004-05-19T00:14:14Z the music of my siblings it was a hot, sticky, summer day. not the type of day you would expect a chicken to be hobbling down the side of the road. alas as my mom's gold tahoe shook her tail down rt. 100 she was surprised by the sight of a chicken running down the side of the road. and little did we know it was only the beginning... so the poor little hairlip-beak chicken was rescued and cared for. she began wandering into the house, following around the dogs, and laying eggs in our windowboxes. oh yes, even my father learned to love that little chicken. she was a dectective chicken too, yes sirry she could hunt down a lost hen or speckled egg yards and yards away. imagine that, nancy drew living in ourown secluded microcosom. nancy drew passed on a few months ago. so next time you see a hen running along a road please cath her before she CROSSES THE ROAD!<br />- braids