A Medley of Opinions

The Amie Anne Board of Directors™ hard at work

The Amie Anne Board of Directors™ were surfing through the blogsphere as part of the daily job. (Amie is still trying to get more of them to comment on blog posts, so if you haven’t had a comment from Amie on your post in months, pardon the neglect. It’s been hard for the board to keep up on all things in the social media bubble.) As they were surfing, they noticed that there has been a trend going around.

And it has to do with something that we stay far away from on Amie Anne, due to Article Four of Protecting Amie’s Privacy Act. (PAP’s Act for short.) After a very heated and long board meeting, the Amie Anne Board of Directors™ have made an exception for this one post, and today, we will be talking about the trend on music.

Why people have suddenly decided to share playlists, why people actually want to hear other’s opinion on music, and why the world would like to let such a personal cat out of the bag are topics we will be examining in this post.

Please remember, as it says in Article Three of the Amie Anne Public Relations Statement, that all these answers are based on said incorporation’s opinions, instead of solid facts in the way the world works. Without further adieu, let us begin.

Why Have People Started Sharing Playlists?

From my research, playlist sharing is a common thing to do when you have no words for a photoshoot. Such bloggers often release a new playlist at the beginning of a new season.

It appears that blog readers love to see that the person behind the words has the same tastes as them. In a way, this brings the reader a false sense of closeness and familiarity with the blogger, and perhaps strikes up interesting and beautiful discussions in the comment section.

It has been noted by the Amie Anne Board of Directors™ that the comment section of the posts have rather been lacking of late, which ended in a filed complaint at Amie’s management of this here establishment. Regardless, this is us acknowledging that anything that strikes up reader interaction is a valuable and good thing to do.

which may or may not be why we are doing this post.

Why Do People Want Other’s Opinion on Music?

To Amie, music is extremely personal. It’s something that she prefers to keep to herself, which is why she rarely listens to music without earbuds. Creating music is just as personal, and usually discordant, so it is absolutely not allowed to be shared.

But there are other people in the world who enjoy people agreeing with them.

Here Amie took a break to eat pizza and she found this hilarious parody on Bad Guy, called Good Mom

Also, if you have never heard a song, and someone who has good taste recommends it, you’re probably more likely to listen to it. The Amie Anne Board of Directors™ recommends all of the VeggieTales songs. The beats are so sick, and the lyrics are deeper than most people realize.

Also 10/10 recommend The Pond’s music. There’s something about Floyd’s voice. It just hits the spot.

Why Let the Personal Cat Out of the Bag?

Here, every human has a different reason to discuss their personal opinion on music. Some might have the desire to show the world amazing artists, some want to fan over an album, others to encourage those around them.

There’s no bad reason to share music. There’s no bad reason to keep it yourself. It’s simply a personal preference and what you feel comfortable with.

So never join a trend unless you feel comfortable. As much as people on social media love likes, followers, and views, what’s most important that you continue staying true to yourself, and that you are always comfortable with what you post.

In behalf of the Amie Anne Board of Directors™,


Keep ’em Alive


(Stealing Jo’s idea)

Amie’s are a rare breed of creatures. As in, I’ve only heard of one other Amie. So, I can only speak from what I have studied of myself, and not from deep research of the breed. If you know of any other Amie’s (Note: Amy’s and Amie’s are two different breeds, not even in the same classification system.) please let us know, so we can continue our studies.


Dogs and stars in the sky are necessary for an Amies’ utmost happiness. When a dog shares the personality of a star, their absolute bliss is accomplished. They follow Star around the house, and likewise, Star follows them around as well.

Inseparable, and having anxiety when apart, Stars and Amies go hand in hand.


Amies enjoy retreating into caves and shutting out the world and sunshine. But in order to be in their happiest element, you must force your Amie out into the sun. Once an Amie is out in the sun, they will be out there until they are sunburned.

Of course, that also is a small problem, but Amies have high pain tolerance, and tend to hurt themselves and not care. Just make sure they don’t go back in the sun the next day, so the burn has time to heal.

Also, sunshine inside the house isn’t the same for an Amie as sunshine outside. Amies need to be locked out of the house for half an hour at the longest for optimal mind refreshment.

Tea and Coffee

Amies have a chronic addiction to tea and coffee. Amies enjoy both the same, in fact, Amies have a tea for every mood, and a coffee brew for every type of writing. (Though their favorite coffee brew is Starbuck’s decaf house blend.)

If Amies have any kind of stress, they will down 1-4 cups of coffee in one sitting. If Amies are having trouble sleeping, they will drink decaf coffee or Earl Grey tea, and fall asleep mid-cup. (Wasteful, yes, but effective.)

Don’t limit Amies’ coffee and tea consumption. It will end in stressed, sad, and grumpy individuals.


Apples are one of the four core stones in Amies’ diets. They are most happy when you have a full box of apples, and the option of eating 7-8 apples a day, if they so choose. Amies indulge in stress eating apples, and so in order to keep a healthy Amie, keep lots of apples on hand.

Amies will eat 2-4 apples on an average day, if they aren’t stressed. Apples will be their go-to snack. So unless you would like all your snacks raided, keep apples.


Music is a core part of an Amie. They will be really reserved about their music choices, though open to explore yours. If an Amie shares a playlist with you, it means you have won their confidence, and perhaps are on your way to winning their hearts.

Amies also create music. But Amies don’t view their music very highly, and tend to get easily discouraged by the lack of voice and talent. Or by their sad lack of genius. So be very gentle with your Amie when it comes to creating music with them, and never listen to them. They just need more confidence, so push them so they can fly.

At least one human

This is a tricky one. Amies would rather be alone than be with some people, but Amies need human interaction to get the most out of their brains. Preferably through the screen, but they do enjoy sitting silently in a room with a person of their choosing.

Amies find that they are able to operate best when they have at least one human to see, and if they so choose, to bounce ideas off of and rant to. They also enjoy solving other human’s problems.

Alone Time

While Amies love humans, they perish without alone time. Without late hours where the house is silent, or time throughout the day where they can look up and realize that hallelujah, they are truly, absolutely alone.

The Ability to Rant

Amies process everything internally, figuring out their beliefs on a topic. But once their deep thinking has been completed, Amies like to find a victim and hurl their whole brain spiel at them. They will only say the rant once, and then shall act as if they never brain vomited on you, but you must know that this is normal.

Ranting is a quality Amies only possess when the spirit moves. Otherwise, they will be very tight lipped about everything.


Organization is important to Amies, unless they are in the middle of a project, or it’s the kitchen. To them, clean rooms and organized clothing are as important as oxygen. If an Amies’ bed isn’t made, it’s the end of the world. But if an Amie is depressed, stressed, or otherwise mentally or physically unwell, the bed will be unmade, and the mess will cover the whole floor.

Take stock on your Amie’s organization. It’s one of the best keys to see if she’s okay or if she’s lying about her emotions.

Writing about Broken People

It’s necessary for Amies’ sanities to write about broken humans. Ones that have been crushed, smushed, and kinda fit for insane asylums. Why they must write about such sad characters is much debated, but it is necessary.

Tolerate your Amie’s emotions as she falls in love with the broken characters, and spends hours away from you painfully putting together her own Humpty Dumpty. Perhaps all the king’s horses and all the king’s men didn’t care to fix that poor creature, but this girl cares and spends hours at work.

To create a character that everyone cries for.

And you look at your Amie and wonder what happened inside their brain to create a character like the one before you. And believe me, you don’t want to know.

Do you have an Amie? If so, how could you improve your care of them? Are you an Amie?


Motivation for Every New Day

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*takes a long sip of coffee* 

Today I’m not exactly sure where this post will go, but I want it more hype, so hang on as I turn on my hype playlist. 😉 Okey, we’re ready to start writing. So, just fyi, taking your siblings on dates is a super fun thing to do, and I would totally advise it. It’s the only way I can justify buying coffee for myself. 😂

But today our post is about something that I struggle with. Motivation for every new day.

I’m the person that loves to have a deadline set by someone else. I have a month to do this, a week to do that, I have to have this done by tomorrow night. I thrive on doing everything last minute, my brain seems to get so many ideas right before the deadline, and I can actually crack down and work on things.

But once that’s over, what’s next?

How do you wake up every morning without a goal and find motivation to do exactly what you did the day before?

I’m not sure what it’s like once you graduate, but for me while I’m still in school, it’s really hard to get up five days out of the week, workout, practice the same songs I played the day before, and do the next lesson in each of my classes. Sometimes it feels like the only thing that changes is what people post online, and what I create in my own mind. (Especially if we’re eating the leftovers that we ate the day before.)

I’m a paradox. I love and hate change. The less I see of change, the more I hate it, and the more I crave it. Without change, I get stuck in my head, loosing sight of reality.

Let me tell you, when the thoughts in your head become more real than the world around you, you’ve got yourself a problem. So how? How do you stay grounded and create your own change?

Listen to lots of different music.


Music creates different emotions and if you keep changing up your playlists, and the artists you listen to, I’ve found it helps pull me out of my head, and realize that not every day is the same.

I hate shuffle. I like knowing exactly what song is coming next, I like being positive about the order of everything, but I’ve found that eliminating surprise from life eliminates the force of the outside world.

Dress up.


Wait, what? I’m a slob when it comes to my clothing. I would literally wear sweatpants or jeans with a sweatshirt/tunic and jacket all winter long. But I’ve found that being intentional occasionally pulls me out of my rut of being a slob, and gives me confidence to take the day on, even if it’s the same as the day before.

Also, I mean, why not change your outfits? If you have comfy fancy clothes (like ruffly socks. 😍) then why not dress fancy every now again?

Talk to someone.


This is the biggest one. I hate phone calls, and sometimes I don’t like making time to video chat, but being able to talk to someone totally helps. It often gives me a new look on life, and inspires me creatively.

Even the most introverted introvert needs human interaction, and I think that’s something a lot of people forget. We need to take time in our busy schedules to talk with people, and build relationships.

If you aren’t able to do any of these things, do one thing that is so important. Pray and exercise. Those two things can change your whole outlook on a day, and help make it better. ❤

What are some of your favorite ways to change up a day? Do you have trouble with the same thing every day, or do you enjoy it?


BIBPC 7, Category 2

I am going to be posting wayyyyy too often this week, but I can’t seem to get everything scheduled properly, and it’s just one of those weeks, y’all. 

Time for the second picture for BIBPC 7, and the topic is fast.

But like typical Amie, I procrastinated, thinking I would find something interesting eventually for fast. Thirty minutes ago I remembered the challenge, and had a mini panic attack, because like, ummmm, I’M FAILING WINTER.

Because it’s raining, I was trying to think up something quick, but something that would also make sense. And so this picture was what I came up with.


What is the weather like where you live? What picture would you have taken for fast?



Ramblings #4

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Guys, it’s been October 2018 since I’ve done a rambling post, and my mood today is 100% rambley.  I have too many thoughts, not enough words, and about four unfinished blog posts waiting to be finished.  What does that mean?  It means a whole post full of rambles.

I just returned home from my second walk on a Saturday morning.  In case you were wondering, yes, I enjoy walking a lot…Except when it’s already 85 degrees at ten in the morning.  A heat wave has flown through the Southern States, and blah.  This is going to be a really hot Memorial Day.


That being said, happy national cooler day.  I feel like I need to stick my body in a cooler, LOL.  Anyway, what is your favorite soft drink/drink you find in a cooler at a party?  Lemonade or sparkling water are my favorites, followed by just plain water.

I’ve been reading my Bible a lot, and I’m actually about to start the National Bible Bee, which I’m slightly nervous about, since it is my first year doing it.  I’m so excited to get started and learn as much as I can about God’s Word, but at the moment I’ve been reading Job and learning a lot.


I’ve been struggling with hating myself.  Well, I’ve come to realize it isn’t myself I really hate, just the sin in myself that I battle with daily.  I’ve been making a lot of mistakes, and every mistake has gotten me down.  I’m not willing to just accept that I made a mistake, ask for forgiveness and move on.  Because I really stink at moving on.

I have a hard time moving on with friendships, with projects, and with mistakes.  I like to dwell on each one, hoping it’ll get better, or wishing I could change something instead of accepting that it’s done, it’s over, and I need to look ahead instead of behind.

Colossians 3 talks about the new person we are in Christ, it speaks on what we should take off, what we should put on, and what we should set our minds to think of.  We aren’t to set our minds on the things of the earth (Colossians 3:2), but on the things of heaven.  My mistakes are things on earth.  They’re forgiven by my Savior, and prayerfully, they’re forgiven by the people I’ve injured.

My mind often tries to dwell on my mistakes.  In Philippians 4:8, we’re told to dwell on things that are true, honorable, just, pure, lovely, commendable, excellent things, and things worthy of praise.  Let me tell you, none of my mistakes are any of those things.

And so, I’m letting go, and I’m letting God.  He’s the one that can fix my mistakes, and help me to be more and more like Him in heart and conduct.  Remembering my mistakes certainly doesn’t do that.

And now we shall interrupt this broadcast to move on to a more cheerful topic, like music that Amie is enjoying.

*coughs* And there you go, that should give you a bunch of different styles and yeah.  Enjoy.

Let’s see, I have fifteen minutes before I have to wash dishes, so let me search my brain for rambles.   I honestly haven’t been doing much besides gardening, school, working, and surviving.

Due to a few health issues, I haven’t been very high energy, but we’re trying to fix that. 🙂

So I’m going to give you a run down of our 3,000 sq. ft. garden.  We’ve planted almost everything…I still have another batch of corn to plant, but we’re staggering the corn, so I think I’ll plant it mid June.


We have marigolds all alone the edge of the garden to bring happy bugs.  We also have dusty millers to keep unwelcome guests away.  And another kind of flower to keep squash bugs away.  (Squash bugs make my stomach churn.  Blah.)


This is an awesome picture, showing redneck engineering and our wonderful pepper plant.  Honestly, I don’t have many pictures, because after I’m done working in the garden, I don’t really want to take pictures.

We have melons, squash (four different kinds?), peppers (again, 4 or 5 different kinds), green beans, corn, tomatoes (4 different kinds?), egg plant, flowers, ummm…*brain freeze* Some other stuff I can’t remember.

And to end this slightly rambley post, what are your plans for Memorial Day?  Has summer started for you?  Do you like rambley posts, or more thought-out, interesting ones?


White Christmas

Christmas is a very unusual time, and so I decided to do something unusual.  I have been taking piano since I was seven-years-old, and this Christmas I felt it was time to share my skill.  I’m not very good, and I get really nervous any time I try to video myself.

This video is not me just sitting down deciding to play.  I played piano, and when I was about ten or eleven, I realized that if I ever wanted to succeed in this line, I would have to work, work, work, and work.  It wasn’t easy, and I’ve spent hours on the piano bench.  A lot of time, many failed attempts, and a few set backs have brought me to this video.  And now I’m still afraid to post it.  It seems terrible, horrible, and just miserable.

But my friends tell me I need to quite beating myself up, and I know I need to face my fears.  So?  Here’s my way to wish you a merry Christmas.  Enjoy.


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.


A Peak into a Project


The stealthy sound of socks sliding across carpet was heard by the cat on the bed.  It was so silent, that the cat looked startled, especially when she couldn’t see who was walking through the room at night.

The cat’s ears were pricked, her sense keen–as keen as they could be with the heavy scent of paint in her nostrils.  She knew something wasn’t right, but what was it?


A movement caught her eye. There!  In the middle of the room on the beanbag sofa.  It was a mini human that was made out of plastic?  And it was moving on it’s own?  What diabolical plans did it have?

Knowing the cat had to protective new room of her master girl master, she turned over and fell into a deep slumber.  A slumber that allowed the intruders to finish their plans.

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Strangely, it was fun to get my dolls out again for that intro.  Poor things have been neglected for the last six months.  ANYWAY.  Did you catch one thing the cat thought?  Maybe?  Maybe?

If so, Rose and I have moved into a “new” room.



I still cannot believe it. I mean, we’ve only slept in it for about two weeks now. XD  But, I’m going to take you through the whole process of the week before we moved in.  *nods* Why?  Because you’ll see why I still have paint in my hair!  (I think there is still some on my toe nails, too. XD)


We moved into the room that once was the nursery, but was used as the playroom before we moved in.  It’s rather big, with a low slanting roof that I keep hitting my head on.  (Oh, the pains of being tall.)  My mom thought it would be cute…


To have pink baseboards, blue and pink walls, yellow roof, yellow window sills, and blue doors.  All in all, it was cute…For a eighteen-month-old.  But when two teenage a teenager and a tween move into a room like this, they don’t want it to look like that.


So?  Someone had extra paint that they gave us, and I got underway.  I taped off the baseboards, and got to work.  I worked Friday (partly.  I had to go to my real job for most of the day. 😉 ) Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and finished up on Thursday.  Actually, no.  I didn’t work Tuesday or Wednesday, I don’t think.  Or did I?  Ugh, all those dreadfully hot days are blending together. XD

The most tragic things all happened on Saturday night.  (LET ME TELL YOU.  You would not have liked to be around me Saturday night. XD)  I was rushing to finish on more wall.  I had gotten five walls done, and I wanted to get just one more done.  But we only had three rollers, and I had already used them.  WELL.  No one told me you weren’t supposed to use a wet roller.

Haha, it was so not funny that it’s humorous.  I was about to cry, and there was grey paint/water all over my freshly painted baseboards, and it was traumatic.  But the bigger problem was that I had starved myself to get this all done. (I hardly ate anything that week.  😬 ENFP syndrome, maybe?)  So, I was like the grinch, except it wasn’t Christmas.  To finish a terrible ending, after my shower, my hands swelled twice their normal size with an allergic reaction to something.  Haha, talk about miserable.

ANYWHO.  It was so worth it when on Thursday I finished the ceiling and moved in some of our furniture.  Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself.  I did everything but the finishing touches myself.  I let Rose do that.


Rose doing finishing touches.  OH!  And I forgot to tell you about my drywall repair adventure.  It looks amazing, and I actually have another one to do where my brother somehow tore a hole in the wall when the curtain rod fell.  🤨

But, now to what it looks like now.


This is what my side of the bedroom looks like from the door.  The only thing we agreed on matching with is the bedspreads.  (Because, no matter what people said, I was NOT about to have a bed like Rose’s and Rose didn’t want a bed like mine. *nods*)


This is Rose’s side of the room.  She isn’t as neat as I am, at least, not at the moment.  Our older brother, Phil, enjoys hanging out in here.  They both were reading when I took this picture. XD


So, this is my bed.  Above my bed, I have two paintings I did recently.  I plan to put my pictures up there as I create them.  The sign is personal.  *smiles* And, of course, one of my darling violins.  That little pillow on my bed I quilted, and the white comforter is “my” comforter I sleep with ALL the time.  My siblings can’t believe I sleep with a comforter in 90 degree weather, but it’s just so comforting.

(Oh, and my camera bag that’s not usually there. 😉 )


I actually have two bedside tables.  One is stuffed full of fabric, the other has all my notebooks, old magazines, art pencils, envelopes, you name it, and it’s probably in there. Anyway, on top of my bedside table I have two books from 1917, and 1920.  Two gems I picked up at a yard sale for 50 cents each. 😳 On top of those I have two mason jars that you might recognize from this post.

Moving on, I have a book in front of that I just finished reading and OH WOW.  EVERYONE, go buy it.  “A Star Under the City” is OUT OF THIS WORLD.  Maggie, you seriously need like, A MILLION pats on the back for that one!

I actually have two pictures on there, but you can only see the envelope art that Allison made me.  Do you recognize what picture she modeled it after? 😉 And, my extremely annoying, and yet adorable alarm clock.  Ugh, I hate it and love it at the same time.  I doubt I’ll ever decide which way I really feel about it. XD


WHAHOO!  If you turnaround, you get the best scene ever.  Our hallway!  (Just playing.) Actually,you get to stare at my lovely bookshelf, and my guitar and banjo.  Have you figured out what’s important to me, yet?  And you also see my HUGE beanbag sofa that is rapidly becoming Rose’s.  She claims that she can sit in it whenever she wants.  *Scowls* Even when I want to sit in it.

ANYWAY, to stop thinking about Rose, I’ll tell you what’s in the case that’s peaking out from behind my dresser.  That, my friends, is my other violin.  It’s actually my favorite, and that’s why it’s safe in it’s case, and not on the wall. 😂


And here is my hat wall, with my scarfs, and my music holder.  Behind that is my dresser, but I didn’t take a picture of it, and under that is my doll chest.  Now, for one peak into Rose’s side of the room, only because I’m sitting on the hard floor while she’s in the beanbag chair at the moment.


HEHE.  *older sister grin of delight* Love ya, little sis. ❤

What is your room like?  Have you ever painted, or repaired walls before?  What do you think of my decorating skills?  Do you enjoy seeing American Girl dolls every blue moon?

Toodles, y’all.  I have a book calling my name. 😉


My Favorite Kinds of Things


Did you guess what today’s post is about?  If you guess my favorite things, you’re right!  Here are the rules.


Thank and link back to the persons blog who tagged you!

Ahem, sorry.  I forgot my manners.  Anna, thank you so much for tagging me!  It was very kind of you.  ❤

♥ Thank and link back to the persons blog who started the tag! (Beth in Boots)
♥ Write about seven of your favorite things in your post!  (add at least one picture of everything!)
♥ Tag seven  people at least! ( If you don’t know seven blogs to tag just tag as many as you can)
♥ Put the seven rules in your blog post!
♥ Include the picture above for the beginning of your post!
♥ Have fun!!!

My favorite things are…

All right!  So, here we go!  (In the order I thought of them.  Please realize they might not be  in the order of my favorite, but it’s just some of them.)



My instruments!  (Sorry, I was not about to drag my piano outside.) For those of you who don’t know instruments, there is a guitar, a violin, and a banjo pictured above.  Comment below if you play any of them! This also includes all music.  I got distracted while I was taking this photo shoot, and just sat there and played violin for a few minutes.


Western apparel and horses.

I couldn’t add a horse, since my horse photos are a little outdated, but this was as close as I got.  Anyone love anything horse related?  Picture above are my Sunday boots (That’s why they’re clean), my cowgirl hat, and my boho tie.  I wish I could have pictured more, but I kinda felt it would loose it’s photogenic qualities, if you know what I mean.  Maybe you don’t.  Either way, those are some of my favorite things!


Books and reading.

Books!  Who doesn’t like books?  I just realized that one of the books are upside down.  Oops.  I guess that photo was a photography fail. 😬  But these books (with the exception of “Caleb in the Country”) are by one of my favorite authors, A.L.O.E.  I just recently read “Exiles in Babylon”.  I’m a collector of stories, whether they are in the published form or not, and that’s part of the reason I’m a writer.


Sending and receiving letters/pen-pals.

Letter writing!  Maybe I’m just old-fashioned, but I like myself a good, old, handwritten letter.  I send out a letter a day, mostly.  I’d say about twenty letters a month on average.  That’s roughly 240 letters a year, which is $120 in stamps.  And if on average, I write three pages for each letter, that would be 720 hand-written pages per year.  Yep, my signature might be pretty, but I write it over 240 times a year, plus I also practice it.  Did anyone say I’m obsessive?  You said the truth.  🙂



I’ve really gotten into art the last month or so.  I’ve been enjoying some pastel pencils someone gave me, and I’m super excited about trying oil!  I’ve always been into charcoal, and my favorite thing to do is portraits.  Now, I’m not saying I’m good at it…Just that I like it. There is a difference, you know. 😉



Writing.  I enjoy writing more than I can say.  I think everyone that follows this blog can tell that.  Oh, and what do you think of the picture?  I think it’s very dramatic, isn’t it?  I think I like it better than all the other photos.  (Or maybe it’s just because that hand lettering took some effort.)


Hot drinks.

Coffee.  One of my absolute favorite things is coffee.  It’s just so good, and tasty, and the bitterness is addicting.  But, I don’t like it unless it’s black.  Give me it strong and black.  (Oh, someone from the army told me that they have instant coffee, and some guys wouldn’t bother making themselves a cup of Joe.  Instead, they’d just pour the packet of instant coffee down their throat.  Talk about gross!  That’s almost as bad as drinking a raw egg.)

That, my friends, are seven of my favorite things.  Can you relate to them?


I am nominating… (Let me think…)




(Man,why do their names all start with M?)(Anna!  You stole all the good nominators!)





And there you have it folks.  You need to stalk those fella’s blogs for the next few weeks and see if the post their favorite things.  I know I’ll be stalking them.  (Oh, wait, don’t stalk Madi.  She only does tags once a year.  🙂

What are some of your favorite things?  What is your favorite art medium?  Do you enjoy horses?


P.S. HAPPY NATIONAL COW DAY!  *throws confetti* Don’t you all just love our cow friends?  I’m going to celebrate by eating beef!