Hey, Nancy here. I want to thank Frank for fixing my blog. I don't know what's up, but the Ned I know wasn't hacking my blog. Eh.
Don't have time to tell you about my last case right now, but I will soon!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wow
WOw, did you guys hear about the awesome new fansite for Nancy Drew? I'm SO joining. That is, when it's opened up. It's called MysteryHQ. Wow. Mr. Woogle Woggle is doing fine. He says hi. I LOVE YOU NANCY.
YOur's; Ned Nickerson.
YOur's; Ned Nickerson.
Monday, July 19, 2010
OMG, OMG
I'm Ned. I get to post on Nancy Drew's blog! OMG OMG OMG. I'm her #1 fan! I've never met her, but I know all about her! Her favorite soda is Dr. Pepper and her dog's name is Todo! She's so beautiful. I have all of the newspaper clippings from the newspapers she's been in! I even have her teddy bear, Mr. Woogle Woggle. If your reading this, Nancy, you'll be glad to know that I found it in Oklahoma. Imagine, someone leaving your stuffed animal by the road side! There was a bunch of debris from a tornado, too, but he was unharmed! I LOVE YOU NANCY DREW!
Your's truely; Ned Nickerson.
Your's truely; Ned Nickerson.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Weird day. . .
Today was. . . interesting, to say the least. Well, it didn't start out all that interesting.
My friends Bess and George (they're cousins, by the way, but you'd never know it) came over to my house at around noon today, asking if we could go get some pizza for lunch. What with that incredible new pizza place a few blocks over, how could I say no? So we're walking out the door by 12:25, (yes, I checked my watch :-)) and on the way there we get stopped by this guy with a moroccan accent.
I have NO idea who he was, I'd never seen him in my life. It was kind of weird, the conversation went something like this:
MAN: You! *points to Bess* Have moon rock, do you?
BESS: *stares in shock*
GEORGE/ME: Errrr, no, she doesn't.
MAN (looking at me): You?
ME: Um, no.
GEORGE: I don't either, so don't bother asking, bud.
MAN: Oh. Mice.
BESS: WHERE?!
GEORGE: Uhh, Bess, I think he meant to say 'rats'. Like, the expression.
MAN: Yes, yes, rats! *awkward moment of silence* I shall leave. Good day to you.
Okay, so that's actually exactly how it went. (What? Wouldn't you remember such a strange conversation with a random South American man on the street?)
Anyway, when we arrived at Pluto's Pizza, it was jam packed, so we had to sit outside. In 95-degree weather. Not. Fun.
Especially when you had Bess complaining every five seconds. (love ya, Bess!) But I guess I don't really blame her, it was pretty miserable. After our pizza finally got to us, there was a little green plastic. . . thing. . . poking out from the top of it. I pulled it out and looked it over, and noticed on the side it said "You are a winner!"
I told Bess and George about it, but they had no idea what it meant, either. (Okay, so we obviously knew we had won something, but. . . yeah.)
We asked our waiter and he told us that the green thing was supposed to be an 'asteroid on a stick', and everyone who had the winner thing printed on the side won a prize. He left us to eat our pizza and said he would bring back our prize with the check.
Well, you know what our prize was? A moon rock. Bess jumped up from her chair and literally screamed, "THIS IS WHAT THE FOREIGN DUDE WANTED!!" We got a few odd stares, but we raced down the street in search of the guy. Finally we saw him sitting under a randomly-placed umbrella, so we headed over to him:
ME: Sir, is this what you wanted before?
*Bess holds out rock*
MAN: Yes, yes, yes! Many thanks I give you!
After that, he closed the umbrella, clacked his heels together and ran off down the road.
Then we went to my house and they stayed for an hour or so, then they left.
I will always wonder what that moon rock meant.
:-) Nancy Drew
My friends Bess and George (they're cousins, by the way, but you'd never know it) came over to my house at around noon today, asking if we could go get some pizza for lunch. What with that incredible new pizza place a few blocks over, how could I say no? So we're walking out the door by 12:25, (yes, I checked my watch :-)) and on the way there we get stopped by this guy with a moroccan accent.
I have NO idea who he was, I'd never seen him in my life. It was kind of weird, the conversation went something like this:
MAN: You! *points to Bess* Have moon rock, do you?
BESS: *stares in shock*
GEORGE/ME: Errrr, no, she doesn't.
MAN (looking at me): You?
ME: Um, no.
GEORGE: I don't either, so don't bother asking, bud.
MAN: Oh. Mice.
BESS: WHERE?!
GEORGE: Uhh, Bess, I think he meant to say 'rats'. Like, the expression.
MAN: Yes, yes, rats! *awkward moment of silence* I shall leave. Good day to you.
Okay, so that's actually exactly how it went. (What? Wouldn't you remember such a strange conversation with a random South American man on the street?)
Anyway, when we arrived at Pluto's Pizza, it was jam packed, so we had to sit outside. In 95-degree weather. Not. Fun.
Especially when you had Bess complaining every five seconds. (love ya, Bess!) But I guess I don't really blame her, it was pretty miserable. After our pizza finally got to us, there was a little green plastic. . . thing. . . poking out from the top of it. I pulled it out and looked it over, and noticed on the side it said "You are a winner!"
I told Bess and George about it, but they had no idea what it meant, either. (Okay, so we obviously knew we had won something, but. . . yeah.)
We asked our waiter and he told us that the green thing was supposed to be an 'asteroid on a stick', and everyone who had the winner thing printed on the side won a prize. He left us to eat our pizza and said he would bring back our prize with the check.
Well, you know what our prize was? A moon rock. Bess jumped up from her chair and literally screamed, "THIS IS WHAT THE FOREIGN DUDE WANTED!!" We got a few odd stares, but we raced down the street in search of the guy. Finally we saw him sitting under a randomly-placed umbrella, so we headed over to him:
ME: Sir, is this what you wanted before?
*Bess holds out rock*
MAN: Yes, yes, yes! Many thanks I give you!
After that, he closed the umbrella, clacked his heels together and ran off down the road.
Then we went to my house and they stayed for an hour or so, then they left.
I will always wonder what that moon rock meant.
:-) Nancy Drew
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