I got an awesome interview by Mandy of through black + white. :) Mandy's a really nice girl and an awesome designer!! :) Please go and check out her blog. :)
And now her interview, unedited:
1. What is your favorite type of story? (fantasy, mystery, etc.) Mystery, definitely! 2. What is your favorite season? Um...Spring! No, wait....Winter! Make that Fall...or is it Summer? Sorry, I can't think ;) 3. What is/was your favorite subject in school? Science 4. What do you want to be when you grow up/or already are? A photographer, graphic designer, and author (even though I'm not so great at any of them :P) 5. If you could have a pet--any kind, even magical, mythical, not real...--what would you have? A horse <3 6. What do you think I look like? (hair color, eye color, etc.) Dark auburn/light brown hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. 7. What is your favorite eye/hair combination? Red hair and blue eyes. 8. What's your favorite type of blog? (a story blog, random blog, etc.) A random blog with photography and writing. 9. What is your favorite color? Blue!!! 10. What are some of your favorite foods? Pizza...ice cream...coffee... 11. What's your favorite thing about blogging? The fact that people read my posts (At least I hope so! :P) 12. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? IDK, I think Amanda Grace is good for me ;) 13. If you could live anywhere in the world--or magical worlds--where would you live? Paris, France or London, England. 14. What is your favorite blog? I don't have one favorite -- I have many favorites, this one, Rubberboot Girl, and Dragonmaster included!! :) Thanks! :)
Well, thanks, I'm glad you like my blogs. =D
Anyway, thanks for taking the interview!! :)
And you can pull that off and put it on the side of your blog. :)
(and you could put the URL of this interview. It's up to you. ;))
Thanks so much for taking!!! :)
If you'd like to get interviewed, too, just go to my Interview page. ;)
This might end up being a pretty short post. I don't know yet. =P
Anyway, so, I've been really busy all day.
This morning I went to do therapy at the therapist's (instead of just at home), and that went really good. I'm really enjoying therapy. (because of the people I'm with while I'm doing it, not because of screaming muscles haha =D)
So, apparently, I'm actually [hopefully] getting my super sweet awesome neon yellow knee brace NEXT Thursday instead of this Thursday (aka today). And that's because the guy who was getting my order apparently had never done the order himself, so he just didn't know. Yeah. I don't think I got any new exercises to do at home, but I got to do some more while I was at therapy.
I was just wondering... Do you guys have like any questions about therapy? (i.e. what's your favorite thing to do? What's the hardest? What's the scariest thing?) I mean, I wouldn't tell you like where I'm doing it at, names, or anything, I was just wondering if you guys had any questions. :) Because I'd love to answer any questions if I could.
Anyway, so, after therapy, I got shipped over to a high school to watch a track meet. It was pretty good. I got a really bad sunburn on one side of myself (aka the half that wasn't underneath the umbrella =P), like even my hand!!!, and my eyes are pretty bloodshot. Otherwise, I'm good and it was fun to watch. =D Yeah, and I got a Subway sandwich....... :)
So, that was basically my day.
I was wondering--does anybody else get really mad when they get a Subway sandwich and it's like basically just meat and bread?? That about just KILLS me!! I get really mad. =P (about sandwiches, no less.... *strange me*) Or like when they dump all of your vegetables in the middle of your sandwich. (actually, the person today did that with my jalapeno peppers. I was like "where are they?" That's when I bit into the other half of my foot long.... =P)
Anyway, enough of my crazy rambling. :)
God bless you guys!! Hope you had a great day!! :)
"Just show me how to use a bow, and then I'm out of here," I hissed.
"Ooh, a spitfire." He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll show you. But you'd better learn fast."
It was then that the trumpets blared.
* * *
We were moving out. Wow. How amazing.
I followed the horrible blonde dude up the steps, and out into the courtyard. I spotted Sir William on his prancing horse.
"Where's my page?!" he was yelling. "Where's my page?!"
I quickly ran up to his horse. "Here, my lord."
He quickly threw me the reins of a horse that he'd been leading along beside him. "Here, this is your mount."
I quietly thanked the Lord that I'd learned how to ride. I mean, it wasn't like I'm the type of girl to sit around embroidering cushions all day. Nope, I loved riding horses. I was pretty much sure I could handle the horse easily, because, I mean, really, I'd ridden Lochinvar's horse before, and his was supposed to be the best there was.
We rode out with the huge company of knights. The dust rose up in my face and I started coughing, pulling my tunic over my nose. We rode until sundown and then stopped at what Sir William called a "safe house". Inside, the others made a fire and we all sat around it, the knights joking and telling tales. The blonde dude, who Sir William told me was Neil--"He is Neil, son of the Lord of Hookinshire"--decided that we were going to buddies and sat next to me all night. I mostly just looked down at my feet so that nobody would look at my face.
As I pulled my blankets to the far corner of the room, far away from the other knights, I couldn't help but think about Walter. What on earth was he doing? Was he thinking about me? Was he worried? I settled down, but I couldn't go to sleep, the one thought haunting me--what if I can't find Lochinvar?
(though it's totally awesome, so maybe I really should devote a whole post to it....)
But anyway, the reason I did that is because it's the first thing that popped into my head and, yes, I'm going to be talking about something that's neon yellow.
Anyway, so, today I went in for my first day of therapy. Yippee!! Apparently I'm totally wimpy (haha) and I need to work really hard to get strengthened, and of course we're still hoping that I won't need surgery. (though I haven't been praying that, because I mean, really, what if that's what I need? Mostly I've been praying that God will just have me do what's best for me.)
Anyway, so today I also got to get fitted for a brace.
I thought I was going to get one of those black ones, so I wasn't really thinking about it much. Then the guy goes and asks me, "What color do you want?" And then he starts listing off all of these really dull colors, and maybe a few I might've picked, and the thought went through my brain--"what on earth am I going to pick?"
And that's when I heard it.
"Neon yellow," I said immediately.
"Are you sure?" he asked in surprise.
"Yeah," I laughed. "I know, I'm crazy. I just love it."
So now I'm getting a neon yellow brace. YAY!!!!!!! =D haha Yes, I love that color. It was pretty much a done deal when I heard about it.
Thanks soooo much for all of the prayers, you guys. :) You have definitely made this not as bad as it would have been. I would love it if you would continue to pray for me as I go through therapy, get my awesome neon yellow brace, and go back to consult the doctor in a few weeks.
My palms went sweaty as I walked up the steps of the stage and into the back, where Mrs. Volini was waiting. I remembered what that girl had said about the stage kiss and felt about ready to puke. Mrs. Volini raised an eyebrow.
"Katrina?" she questioned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." I hurried up the rest of the steps.
Mrs. Volini showed me into a room in the back and flipped a script at me. It was old and worn, creases all over it. I opened the page and was disgusted when I touched it and it was warm from hand sweat. I quickly wiped my hands on my jeans.
"Go to page eleven," she instructed. "Where it says 'Romeo and Juliet' on the heading. You'll do the girl's part, and I'll do the guy's."
I opened to page eleven, with the "Romeo and Juliet" heading. There was a little bit of a bantering going on between a guy and girl character. I took a deep breath.
"Um, Mrs. Volini?" I queried. "What kind of emotion am I supposed to do?"
She smiled. "You know? You're the first person to ask that. However, I want you to read through it and come up with your own emotion, alright?"
I nodded. "OK. Got it."
I read through the whole thing. It was basically some girl arguing about whether or not they should have a surprise party for somebody, and the guy was against it. I gave Mrs. Volini a quizzical look but continued to read it. I would've read the part in a half angry tone, getting kind of loud at times, and then at other times breaking down. She really DID sound depressed.
"Ready?" Mrs. Volini smiled.
I took a deep breath. "Yeah." God, please help me.
We finished the read through a few minutes later. I handed back the script and walked out, and Mrs. Volini called in another kid.
By the time all of the kids were done auditioning, I was sick with worry. Mrs. Volini came on stage.
"Everyone here today," she started, "got a part."
A huge cheer went up.
"And now I'll start announcing your roles."
Lots of names were called up, scripts were given out, and people came back into the seats. I wasn't getting called up. And Romeo and Juliet hadn't been announced yet. I was feeling even more sick.
"Katrina Bale, Evan Jackson, and Marina Hamilton."
Me, the boy, and the girl with the mean glasses comment.
Today's Palm Sunday. Thankfully, even though I have crutches, I'm going to still be able to go to church today. I have so missed going to church and getting to worship God. I just can't wait to get back.
I realized that I hadn't told you what happened to my knee. Well, now I know. Apparently I tore my ACL. As far as the doctor's concerned, it's off. I'm going into therapy and getting a brace. We're hoping that I won't have to have surgery, but I might. I used to pray that I wouldn't have surgery. But would that be for the best? I just don't know. Thanks to all who prayed. <3
Anyway, so today's Palm Sunday, right? So I read my morning Psalm, and then I was just like, "God, show me what you want me to read," and flipped randomly.
Guess where I landed?
I landed right on Mark 16...
"When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body.2 Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb3 and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?” 4 But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away.5 As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. 6 “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.7 But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’” 8 Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid. 9 When Jesus rose early on the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene,out of whom he had driven seven demons.10 She went and told those who had been with him and who were mourning and weeping.11 When they heard that Jesus was alive and that she had seen him, they did not believe it. 12 Afterward Jesus appeared in a different form to two of them while they were walking in the country.13 These returned and reported it to the rest; but they did not believe them either. 14 Later Jesus appeared to the Eleven as they were eating; he rebuked them for their lack of faith and their stubborn refusal to believe those who had seen him after he had risen. 15 He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.16 Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.17 And these signswill accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons;they will speak in new tongues;18 they will pick up snakeswith their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands onsick people, and they will get well.” 19 After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, he was taken up into heavenand he sat at the right hand of God.20 Then the disciples went out and preached everywhere, and the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signsthat accompanied it." [source] I just thought that that was so amazingly that God would have me read that on Palm Sunday. He's the most amazing person ever, isn't He? :) I'm so blessed to have Him as my Savior. So bless the Lord today!!! :) God bless!!
1. Grab the picture and put it in your post. (you can also put it on the side of your blog, too, if you want.)
2. Pretend that you're writing a journal entry. Make up a character, where they live, time period, family, etc.
3. Follow the theme for each linkup for your journal entry. (example: "love", "hate", "forgiveness", "family"....)
4. You must be a follower of this blog.
5. Have fun!! :)
I hope lots of you do it!! :)
OK, so, the theme for our very first Locked Away|secrets and stories, is going to be "sadness":
My name is Helen Jones. I'm thirteen years old, and I live in England. The year is 1940. Sadness fills my heart, even as I write this first entry. You, dear diary, were a gift from my departing brother, who has gone to join my father in the great war. I thought that nothing was as horrible as my father leaving, but when Jim left... I don't know if I can keep this up anymore. I try to be cheerful for Mother and Mary and Sara, but it's not easy. Sorry about the teardrops on the page. I just can't keep them back. I don't know if I'm ever going to see my father and brother ever again.
Yeah, that's kind of what I was thinking... =P Anyway, if you leave the URL to your linkup in the comments, I'll check it out!! :)
(I'd love it if you'd listen to this. I love this song. <3)
I really do love that song. I heard it for the first time yesterday and have just been listening to it...... over and over and over. haha *strange me* =P Anyway, I was thinking of doing some more linkups and contests. Would that be fun? :) I love doing contests--they're the best--but I'm not quite sure if you guys would enter... there's like almost nothing more discouraging then having like nobody entering your linkup/contest/etc. =P
Anyway, I didn't really you guys, but... I wrote my own play on Monday/Tuesday. As you can imagine, it's not very long. I just wrote it in one of my many writing notebooks (I always seem to be collecting them.....), actually on the way to get my knee checked out, but anyway....
Anyway, so I'm going to post it on here. I'd love to know how you guys liked it. :) I'm kind of scared... I've only read this play to one other person. I hope you guys enjoy this. Please tell me what you think of it. :) (and, of course, who, YOU'D want to play!!! :))
OK, here it is... ;)
The Gill Gals
Loames: Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there! My name’s Shamrock Loames. No, no, not
Sherlock Holmes, Shamrock Loames! Though I admit that my observing is
positively acute…! Why am I here, you ask? Why, my friend! I have a story to
tell! You have time to spare? Oh, good! Very good in deed! Well, our story
starts in one of those small towns in England by the name of Cider Keg. There
lived there a butcher, by the name of Mr. Lean.
(enters left stage on “butcher”) Hello! (exits right stage)
Loames: And a school teacher named Ms. Whitt.
(enters left stage on “school teacher”) Hello! (exits right stage)
Loames: And Mrs. Sly, the librarian.
(enters left stage on “librarian”) Shh! (exits right stage)
Loames: And, of course, the old shepherd, Mr. Ent.
(enters left stage on “shepherd”) Eh, what’s that? (exits right stage)
Loames: Of course, there were lots more people in the town…alright, well, a few, but they don’t really come into
our story. Oh, yes! How could I forget?! And living in that small town of Cider
Keg, there lived a mother and a daughter named Amy and Samantha Gill.
Sam: (enter stage left on their names) Golly good! (stay on stage, staring
around as if inspecting)
Loames: Now Amy and Samantha Gill were no two ordinary women, for they had
their own detective agency called Gill Gals Detective Agency.
Sam: (use their magnifying glasses to look around for clues)
Loames: And it just so happens that a very interesting thing was about to
happen. (exits right stage)
Samantha, I say, what’s that smell?
remember? I’m Sam now. And I don’t know what the smell is. It’s like rotten
meat or something.
Sam: We are right by Mr. Lean’s butcher shop.
(enters right stage) Hello, lovely ladies. Anything I can do for you today?
you have rotten meat in your shop?
you. See, there was this awful…
I say, what’s that smell?
That’s what we
were trying to figure out.
You are the
halloo! Here comes Mrs. Sly!
(enters stage left)
Hello, Mrs. Sly.
I say, what’s that smell?
That’s what we
were trying to figure out.
Did you heart about the lord that’s coming to town?
The lord. His name is Sir Thomas Blake. Apparently he’s just arrived from
say! How extraordinary!
Oh, look, here he comes now!
That’s not some lord! That’s Ms. Whitt!
(enters stage right on “that’s”) giggle I’m not some lord! I’m giggle the teacher! giggle
I say, what’s that smell?!
That’s what we
were trying to figure out.
Blake: (enters stage left, followed by Mr. Stout)
gasps The duke!
He’s a lord!
Blake: Halloo! Lovely to meet you all. Could anyone direct met to the house of
Amy and Samantha Gill? I’ve heard that they lived around here, and I’ve wanted
to meet them my whole life.
Sam: mutter It’s Sam.
Amy: I am
Amy Gill, and this is my daughter, Saman…(Sam elbows her)…I mean, Sam.
Blake: Oh, jolly good, jolly good! I say, what’s that smell?
I believe that’s rotten meat, sir.
Blake: Really? How…extraordinary.
Sir, may I ask why you’re here?
Blake: Why am I here? My good lady, I’m coming home. I have just retrieved a
beautiful diamond from my father’s safe deposit box back in London. I’d fallen
so in love with your beautiful country that I decided to stay here instead of
going back to Scotland.
I do so love shiny things! giggle
(enters stage right on “diamond”) So do crows! Caw, caw! (does crow imitation)
it’s some kind
of black bird.
Blake: Now, I must be going back to my room at the hotel. I bid you all a good
Blake: (exits stage right, followed by Mr. Stout)
Who was that man with him? gigglegiggle
His slave, I suppose.
would be servant, kind sir.
I’d give anything to know his name!
It’s Mr. Stout.
How’d you know that?
Perhaps Mr. Ent knows Mr. Stout.
That I do.
Did you hear what he said? A diamond! I sure hope he shows us it.
(stars suspiciously leaving stage right ,and is gone by the time Ms. Whitt’s
hope no one steals it.
then we’d have another mystery. I do love mysteries.
Well, I’ve got to be going.
Oh, dear me, yes!
and Whitt: Goodbye! (exit stage left)
that was peculiar…
was? Mr. Ent sneaking of or Ms. Whitt’s obsession with Sir Blake’s diamond?
Loames: (enters stage right on “always”) And so our two friends went around the
village and asked after Mr. Ent. (Sam and Amy pretend to search and talk to
people) But they came up empty handed. (Sam and Amy hold up empty hands)
Dejected, they went back to their cottage and went to sleep. (walk to opposite
ends of the stage and lay down) Meanwhile (Sam and Amy get up and leave
whatever side of the stage they were on), Sir Thomas Blake was discussing an
important matter with his personal servant, Mr. Stout. (Shamrock Loames exits
Blake: I say! Did you know that old geezer? You stared at him the whole time I
He’s…and old acquaintance of mine.
Blake: A good one?
Blake: What, is he your brother-in-law or something?
Of course not!
Blake: Well then what is it? Spit it out, man!
The last time I saw him, he was “borrowing” (quotes with fingers) my silver.
Blake: Ah. I see.
I thought he was in jail. Apparently not.
Blake: I suppose I should watch “it” (quotes with fingers) carefully?
Blake: (hesitates) Of course.
Yes, yes, and make sure you keep it far from that giggling woman. She’s just
Blake: I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Stout.
Loames: (enters stage left on “more”) And so Sir Blake and his companion rested
down peacefully, sure that “it” (quotes with fingers) was safe. (Sir Thomas
Blake and Mr. Stout go to opposite sides of stage and lay down. Snores
permitted) The next morning (Blake and Stout get up and yawn and stretch) Sir
Blake went to check on “it”. (quotes with fingers) Meanwhile, Mr. Stout aired
out the room…
I say, what’s that smell?
Loames:…and then waited for Sir Blake to back from checking “it”. (quotes with
fingers)(Sir Thomas Blake and Mr. Stout exit stage right) Amy and Saman—I mean,
Sam, (Amy and Sam enter stage left) were having tea with jam and toast when
they heard an unearthly howl.
say, what’s that sound?
don’t know. I suppose we should go check it out.
Loames: And so our friends hurried out of their cottage and down the street.
(Amy and Sam start running around) It wasn’t hard to find where the howling was
coming from, because it hadn’t stopped. (exits stage right)
Sam: (end up with their backs towards stage left)
Blake: (stars shrieking, howling; enters stage left and scares Amy and Sam)
say, what’s the hullabaloo all about?
Blake: Someone has stolen my diamond!
Blake and Amy: Yes?!
Well…uh…I mean, now there’s a mystery for us to solve!
Blake: Oh, would you help me?!
we see where it was where your diamond disappeared from?
Blake: Of course! Follow me!
Loames: (enters right stage on “of”)
Blake, Amy, and Sam: (exit left stage)
Loames: Sir Blake, Amy, and Sam went back to the hotel where Sir Blake was
staying. They were met by a frantic Mr. Stout. (exits right stage)
(enters left stage on “met”) Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no! It’s gone!
Blake, Amy, and Sam: (enter stage right on 4th “oh no”)
Blake: Mr. Stout! There you are! Please tell these young ladies exactly what
just itching to get our hands on your mystery.
Well, I woke up this morning and came into this room to check on the diamond.
But it was gone!
Sam: (jump) What?!
Blake: I think I know how the thief got into the room!
Blake: Remember how you aired out the room yesterday?
the thief climbed in one of the windows!
But, sir, you were checking the diamond then.
Blake: No, no, I as checking to make sure that the fake paste one was in place.
if we look around?
Blake: Please do.
Sam: (take out magnifying glasses and pretend to look around)
Have you found anything?
(picks up black feather)
um, nothing. (sticks feather in pocket)
feather) Ah. Gentlemen, you will have to excuse us.
Blake: Did you find anything?
Yes, did you?
um, we’ll get back to you.
we’ll get back to you. (grabs Amy’s arm and starts to walk away quickly)
Sam: (exit right stage)
Blake: That was rather strange.
Yes. It was.
Loames: (enters left stage on “yes”) Sir Blake and Mr. Stout decided to leave
the case in the Gill Gals’ hands.
Blake and Mr. Stout: (exit right stage)
Loames: Meanwhile, Amy and Sam were busy inspecting. (exits left stage)
Sam: (enter right stage on “meanwhile”)
are we really…?
Come on, let’s go and get a ladder.
Sam: (exit right stage)
Ms. Whitt, and Mrs. Sly: (enter left stage on “go”)
I say, where on earth are the Gill Glas going?
giggle I don’t
I say, are they taking my ladder?
Yes, they are! Why on earth are they propping it up against that tree?
Goodness! Is that a diamond that they’ve taken from that
(enters left stage on “goodness”) It’s a crow’s nest!
(jumps in fear/surprise) It’s a magpie!
and Ms. Whitt: Bird?!
Shh! The Gill Gals are coming this way!
and Shamrock Loames: (enter right stage on “shh”)
Loames: Yes, and they were quite happy with themselves.
say, what great detecting, Sam!
suppose we should get “it” (quotes with fingers) back to its rightful owner.
look! Here comes Sir Blake and Mr. Stout now!
Blake and Mr. Stout: (enter stage left)
Blake: Halloo! What did you find out? Have you caught our thief?
he got away.
he’s quite harmless.
Blake: Well, who is he?
Sam: A magpie.
You mean crow!
Well, you might
be an old crow, but the ladies said magpie!
Mr. Ent: I
say, Stout! Most unkind!
Oh, yes, Ent! And I’d thought that you were the thief!
Mr. Ent: I
Blake: Gill Gals, how’d you know it was a magpie?
Mr. Ent: Crow.
see, when we got to your room, I found a magpie feather. (holds it up) It made
sense that when Mr. Stout aired out the room that a magpie…
Mr. Ent: Crow.
flown in and taken the diamond. They do love shiny things.
Exactly! And here it is. (hands Sir Thomas Blake diamond)
say, what’s the matter?
Blake: (runs off stage left with diamond)
was that all about?
I have no idea. Maybe he doesn’t like you touching the diamond.
Sam: (glare at Mr. Stout)
Blake: (runs back on stage left with hands behind back) Ah! Good! You’re all
on earth was that about?
Blake: Well, you see, when you two handed me the diamond I realized something.
That it wasn’t yours?
That it’s dirty?
That since a magpie…
Mr. Ent: Crow.
Whitt:…got his claws on it that you don’t want it and are giving it to me?
Blake: Of course not! I realized that the gem that the Gill Gals took from the
Mr. Ent: Crow.
Stop saying that!
Blake:…was the one made of paste! (shows hands with both diamonds)
Amy: Oh my
Oh my oh my oh my!
Thank goodness. It was looking smudged.
Blake: Yes, isn’t it amaz—I say, what’s that smell?
Mr. Ent, I’m positive that that horrible smell is coming off your person!
Eh? Oh, you’re just smelling my lunch!
(opens coat to reveal two big pieces of rotting mutton hanging from string
around his neck) See?!
Sir Thomas Blake, Mr. Stout, Mrs. Sly, and Ms. Whitt: (hold their noses and
exit stage right)
(exits stage left)
Loames: (enters stage left when the others are gone) And so the Gill Gals had
solved yet another mystery, and they couldn’t wait for their next one.
smell really was awful.
I suppose so… Say! We left our breakfast, didn’t we? Let’s go home.
Loames: And so the Gill Gals went back to their tea with jam and toast, and
everyone in the town of Cider Keg lived mysteriously ever after… At least, I
would think so. Ta-ta for now! (tips hat and walks off stage right)
Did you like it? :) Please tell me what you think about it...... ;)