Weird: Amie Anne


Hi, and welcome back to Amie Anne. Today I am doing something that Enni inspired me to do. I love Wired, seeing celebrates answer questions about themselves is hilarious, because half of the time they have no idea that those questions are even asked.

I, however, am not a celebrity. So I have not been asked to be on Wired, and probably never will. So, for the sake of those poor unfortunate souls who want to do fun things, but can’t because they’re not famous, welcome to Weird!

I’m your host, Amie, and today the lovely Amie Anne will be answering the Google Search suggestions on Amie.

first off, we start with how amie . . .

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How Amie? 

How to you too, folks.

How Amie Harwick died?

Hmm, not sure that this has anything to do with yours truly, or the next one, so we’ll skip it. XD

How emit works?

Well, this is rather simply. You just let out a sound, and you emit it. It’s rather simple to get it to work. My computer keys are emitting right now as I type.

Amie how many years?

That is a question I ask God every day.

Amie how to apply?

I’m glad you asked. I’m assuming you’re wondering how to apply my blog posts. There’s a slightly different strategy for each post, but here’s a simply strategy that should work for most post. Think over what I say, give it at least five minutes of deep thought, ignore all grammar and punctuation mistakes, and do whatever I tell you in my post.

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What Amie?

I agree. What, Amie? I have no idea what I’m doing or saying, so we’re in the same boat.

What Amie means?

Amie means female friend in French, so basically any time you say my name, you’re calling me your friend. ūüėČ

What Amie exam?

The Amie exam is a tough exam that you must take a long time to study for put on by yours truly. It tests your knowledge of history, YouTube, music, writing, and life. If you’re interested in taking this exam, just let me know in the comments below.

What Amie mean in french?

First off, French has a capital F, and second, I just told you up there.

What’s Amie in French?

It’s simply amie. *shrugs*

What Ameil means?

*nerd moment* Ameil is a variation of the name Ameel, which means “God is my kinsmen” in Hebrew.

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When Amie?

When Amie is a wonderful piece, pathetic and full of mournful qualities.

When Amie result will be declared?

You will be told your result on the Amie exam within 48 hours of the time it is submitted.

When did Amie Harwick die?

When she stopped breathing.

When was the Amiens Cathedral built? 

In 1220, in France.

Aimee Spencer Geordie Shore?

*takes off my sunglasses and looks at you* Bless you.

When was Annie released?

Before I give you the answer, we need to take a moment to let out a deep breath. I know, I know, a quick glance at Amie, it might look like Annie. BUT my name is not Annie. Anyway, Annie was released in 1982.

Thank you so much for joining me on Weird, Amie Anne!

No problem, Amie. It was certainly a pleasure.

That’s it for this issue of Weird, tune again some other time to hear another person answer Googles Suggested Searches.


Amie of Weird Weldon

On a street known as Weldon, there was a house.  If you passed that house before eight thirty each morning, you were bound to see a tall girl walking towards the mailbox.  The sight was so regular, and so weird, that the street was soon known as Weird Weldon.  If you addressed a letter to Weird Weldon, the post office would know which Weldon you meant, for there was only one Weird Weldon, and that was the one with the girl and her mailbox.

That girl didn’t always go to the mailbox. ¬†In fact, once Weldon was a very normal street, but that was before Amie came along. ¬†Amie was the only weird one on Weldon, but she was so well-known by the inhabitants of Weldon, that she renamed the whole street. ¬†Not on purpose, of course, for she knew she wasn’t weird, but that was besides the point, wasn’t it?

Who was Amie, anyway?  Why was she weird?

If you passed 83 Weldon Road at eleven o’clock almost every day, you would have heard music. ¬†The fortepiano was making strains, first loud, and then soft, coaxed alive by a brunette, whose head bobbed up and down with the music. ¬†Her head wasn’t supposed to bob up and down, at least, her piano teacher told her it ruined her performance, but that head still resolutely bobbed as she hit first the G chord, and moved on to the D7.

Was it weird for Amie to enjoy the music she herself made? ¬†Perhaps not, but the instrument that she played on was weird. Made in the 1880s, Amie prided herself in her upright piano. ¬†The beautiful carving on the front of the instrument was often stroked by admiring hands, and Amie didn’t mind when the pedal refused to work, or the top of a key come off. ¬†It would be fixed, because that piano was a piece of art, and it was beautiful.

If you came by the house at one in the afternoon, you would have seen a freckled face constantly peeping through the window, looking towards the mailbox.  Each time it saw the little red flag still up, it sighed and disappeared.  When the white truck finally rumbled down Weird Weldon, Amie would be sticking her feet into her used cowboy boots, and darting outside to find the treasures in the mailbox.

Perhaps that is what made her weird, or perhaps it was the boots. ¬†They were men’s shoes, and bigger than her daddy’s shoes, but she wore them. ¬†She wore them so much, she had to bring them to a shoe repair store, where they were sewn up again. ¬†The boots were often dirty, but they were worn every day, even on Sundays. ¬†They were Amie’s trade mark. ¬†That and her two dutch braids.

If you came by Weird Weldon at four, you would often find Amie in her room, the strains of a violin or the twang of a banjo filling your thoughts.  Amie was a strange one, and to her, nothing was better than the feel of strings under her fingers.  Of course, the strings had once burned the fingers, but now calluses had stopped the pain.  Amie was a musician at heart.

But she didn’t often share her music. ¬†How could one, without making a video? ¬†Or playing in a concert? ¬†Both she wanted to do, but didn’t. ¬†And then she found another outlet for her music. ¬†Black and white, the words flowed across the paper, making a melody. ¬†Perhaps it wasn’t a song, but it was a story, and the best of songs tell a story. ¬†And the best of stories sing a song.

Amie was weird because she found beauty in ‘most everything. ¬†In the Southern accents around her, in the dried up leaf, in the envelope. ¬†She found beauty in words, words strung together to make a story, a story that sang. ¬†She found beauty in children, for a child’s laughter reminded her of a classical song. ¬†She found beauty in her elders, their old faces showing that time had indeed passed over their heads, prayerfully making them wise. ¬†But finding beauty wasn’t the only thing that made Amie weird.

Amie was weird because she was punctual, at least, she tried to be.  Every minute had sixty seconds in it, and she knew she wasted many of those precious seconds.  She grieved over the lost ones as she strived to use the ones left to the best of her ability, because you can never buy time.  Time is only there once, and before you know it, it is gone.  Time is as fleeting as the wind, and Amie knew, feared, and used Time.

Amie was also weird because she thought long and deeply.  She questioned what people told her, and worked to find the truth.  Once she believed something, she held on to that belief tightly.  She believed that there was only one Way to heaven, and that was by believing in the Lord Jesus Christ, and believing that He had been crucified on a cross for the sins of His children.  And she believed that He rose again from the dead, and is even now preparing a home for those that will join Him.

Amie stood out from the crowd, and sometimes, it hurt, because she wasn’t courageous or strong. ¬†She longed for the approval of people. ¬†Slowly, ever so slowly, she learned that the praise of people don’t even compare with the smile of her Heavenly Father. ¬†And so?

Amie was happy to be weird.  She was happy to be Amie of Weird Weldon, if that was what her Heavenly Father wanted her to be.