Author has written 3 stories for Maximum Ride, and Hunger Games.
Name: Amanda, but I go by SoonerMagic ;)
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 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.
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
Legacy of the Rodeo Man
Every coil in his lasso's been thrown a million times
The famous and the rowdy, the savage and the sane
He's got Buffalo Bill Cody and Goodnight's jigger boss
There's every Royal Mountie that ever got his man
Freckles Brown might pull his bull rope,
And standin' in the catch pen or in chute number nine
A cross between a she bear and a bad four wheel drive
From the rollers in his nostrils to the foam upon his lips
In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back
The smell of hot blue copper fills the air around his head
All the miles spent sleepy drivin', all the money down the drain
And his pardner in this madness that the cowboy's call a game
There's a solemn silent moment that every rider knows
When you get down to the cuttin' and the leather touches hide
And while they pose like statues in that flicker of an eye
"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