SoonerMagic
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Joined 01-29-11, id: 2726085, Profile Updated: 07-08-13
Author has written 3 stories for Maximum Ride, and Hunger Games.


Sup? My name's SoonerMagic, and below is a little briefing on who I am. If you want to know anything else, PM me and I'll try to get back as soon as possible ;)

Name: Amanda, but I go by SoonerMagic ;)

Age: 15

Gender: Lady

Race: I'm white, I guess, with Indian and Italian and Irish

Religion: I'm a Christian through and through

Ethnic Group: Um, I'm not exactly sure what that means. But I'm a G.R.I.T.S.: girl raised in the south

Hometown: Smalltown, USA

Country: U S of A

Occupation: I'm an tenth grader, thank you very much, currently working at the sale barn, at our daycare, on the farm, and as a produce seller, as well as an odd jobs professional

Sports: Softball, football, track, hunting, fishing, trapping, and sometimes volleyball and swimming in the summer

Family: I have a large family, mostly of which I like, some of which I tolerate poorly, and others that I hate. I've disowned my two brothers - I still have one more to go

Favorite Color: Blue

Pets: I live on a farm, so I have tons of animals. About a hundred goats, three horses, seven dogs, no cats, one mutated sheep, two hogs, and about a hundred or so head of cattle

Music: Country music, obviously

Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, writing, playing sports, sleeping, talking, listening to music, reading, hanging out with my friends, and relaxing

Favorite Song: Girls Like Us by the Pistol Annies

Favorite Cartoon: Scooby-Doo

Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Classic chocolate

Favorite Saying: Southern girls are God's gift to the entire male population. There is no woman finer than one raised below the Mason - Dixon line. And once you go southern may the Good Lord help you to never go back. - Kenny Chesney

Favorite Singers: Jason Aldean

Favorite Duo: Florida Georgia Line

Favorite Summer Song: Cruise by Florida Georgia Line

Favorite Love Song: I Cross My Heart by George Strait

Favorite Smell: Wet asphalt

Favorite Food: My Dad's homemade deer stew

Favorite Movies: 8 Seconds and Dukes of Hazzard

Favorite Show: Duck Dynasty

Relationship Status: Single, as always

Possible Beau: I ain't sayin

Best Friends: Only four, but I love them like I ain't never loved anything before in my life


I Believe...

I believe that if you show me a three-year-old running around a flea market in his diaper while drinking a Coke and I'll show you a future NASCAR fan.

I believe that ignorance of the law is no excuse.

I believe that sometimes you gotta wreck the truck to get the money to pay the insurance.

I believe I'll have a scotch.

I believe that the only thing worse than having diarrhea is trying to have it silently in a public bathroom.

I believe that guns don't kill people, but husbands who come home early do.

I believe if you can't say something nice about somebody, you must be talking about Hillary Clinton.

I believe that the phrase 'Time in a bottle' refers to the amount of beer you can drink before last call.

I believe that if you let someone cut in front of you in traffic and they don't give you the courtesy wave, it should be perfectly legal for you to get up underneath them, get them loose, and put them into the wall.

I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find somebody who's life is giving them vodka, and have a party.

Gotta love those Blue Collar Comedy guys... They're my favorites.



This here is some quotes from songs, random things I've been graced to hear, or ones that just touch a deep part in my heart. And, by the looks of it all, I have one big darn heart. ;)

Women were created from a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.

Southern girls are God's gift to the entire male population. There is no woman finer than one raised below the Mason - Dixon line. And once you go southern may the Good Lord help you to never go back. - Kenny Chesney

Git 'er done! - Larry the Cable Guy

You can't fix stupid - Ron White

You might be a redneck if... - Jeff Foxworthy

Here's your sign - Bill Engvall

That's funny. I don't care who you are. - Larry the Cable Guy

If you can't live it down, might as well live it up. You live and you learn, and the world's gonna turn; there ain't nothing they can do, so just live it up. - Brantley Gilbert, 'Live It Up'

'Cause a country girl is all I'll ever be.

Unless your God or George Strait, take off your boots.

Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. - John Wayne

Cowboy up. - Tuff Hedeman, 8 Seconds

Country girls don't retreat - they just reload.

Don't back up, don't back down. - Jason Aldean, 'The Only Way I Know'

I'm redneck, I'm white trash. - Earl Dibbles JR

I wake up, put a dip in, crack a cold one, put my boots and my overalls on. - Earl Dibbles JR

Comin' over here thinkin' you're somethin'; thinkin' you're bad - Alan & Will

If I lose a testicle I am going to be so pissed - Alan



This poem makes me thank God I am who I am. This poem, though shortened, is recited in the movie "8 Seconds" by Cody Lambert to Lane and Tuff before the final ride. Cody didn't actually write poetry, though; it was something that was created to make everything fall into place a little bit better.

Legacy of the Rodeo Man
Baxter Black


There's a hundred years of history and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin' goin' on beneath his hat.
And back behind his eyeballs and pumpin' through his veins
Is the ghost of every cowboy that ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso's been thrown a million times
His quiet concentration's been distilled through ancient minds.
It's evolution workin' when the silver scratches hide
And a ghostly cowboy chorus fills his head and says, "Let's ride."

The famous and the rowdy, the savage and the sane
the bluebloods and the hotbloods and corriente strain
All knew his mother's mothers or was it his daddy's kin
'Til he's nearly purely cowboy, born to ride and bred to win.

He's got Buffalo Bill Cody and Goodnight's jigger boss
And all of the brave blue soldiers that General Custer lost
The ghost of Pancho Villa, Sittin' Bull and Jesse James
All gathered by his campfire keepin' score and takin' names

There's every Royal Mountie that ever got his man
And ever day-work cowboy that ever made a hand
Each man that's rode before him, yup every mother's son
Is in his corner, rootin', when he nods to make his run.

Freckles Brown might pull his bull rope,
Casey Tibbs might jerk the flank,
Bill Pickett might be hazin' when he starts to turn the crank.
Plus Remington and Russell lookin' down his buckhorn sight
All watchin' through the window of this cowboy's eyes tonight.

And standin' in the catch pen or in chute number nine
Is the offspring of a mountain that's come down from olden time
A volcano's waitin' quiet, 'til they climb upon his back
Rumblin' like the engine of a freight train on the track.

A cross between a she bear and a bad four wheel drive
With the fury of an eagle when it makes a power dive.
A snake who's lost its caution or a badger gone berserk
He's screamin', stompin', clawin', rabid, mad dog piece o' work.

From the rollers in his nostrils to the foam upon his lips
From the hooves as hard as granite to the horns with dagger tips
From the flat black starin' shark's eye that's the mirror of his soul
Shines the challenge to each cowboy like the devil callin' roll.

In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back
Each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack
And cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat
He swallows back the panic gorge that's risin' in his throat.

The smell of hot blue copper fills the air around his head
Then a single, solid shivers shakes away the doubt and dread
The cold flame burns within him 'til his skin's as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleepy drivin', all the money down the drain
All the "if I's" and "nearly's", all the bandages and the pain
All the female tears left dryin', all the fever and the fight
Are just a small downpayment on the ride he makes tonight.

And his pardner in this madness that the cowboy's call a game
Is a ton of buckin' thunder bent on provin' why he came
But the cowboy never wavers he intends to do his best
And of the widow maker, he expects of him no less.

There's a solemn silent moment that every rider knows
When the times stops on a heartbeat like the earth itself was froze
Then all the ancient instinct fills the space between his ears
Til the whispers of his phantoms are the only thing he hears.

When you get down to the cuttin' and the leather touches hide
And there's nothin' left to think about, he nods and says,
"Outside!"
Then frozen for an instant against the open gate
Is hist'ry turned to flesh and blood, a warrior incarnate.

And while they pose like statues in that flicker of an eye
There's somethin' almost sacred, you can see if you try.
It's guts and love and glory - one mortal's chance at fame
His legacy his rodeo and cowboy is his name

"Turn 'im out!"

All rights to this brilliant poem go to Baxter Black. I did not, nor will I ever, come up with something with this much meaning that it's impossible to not be moved. I did not write this poem, and it is not mine. This man, Baxter Black, knows how to make someone think.


These few paragraphs you're about to read is from the 2013 SuperBowl Dodge Ram commercial. My ag teacher showed it to all of us in class because it made him tear up during the game, and I bet you money this right here hit home to all of our hearts. This right here was said at the 1978 FFA Convention, and through all these years it's survived, and now it's time to keep on replaying and rewriting it on my part. Trust me, it's damn good. I teared up a little.

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon - and mean it." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year'. I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back', put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church."

"Somebody who's bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does'." So God made a farmer.

- Paul Harvey

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