Abby’s Top Ten Movie Picks

So, as you may have guessed from the title, I’m *finally* making a list of my all time top ten favorite movies. This was not a very hard list to figure out….just hard to narrow it down to ten. These aren’t in any specific order, either, but I’ll make comments about why I love each particular movie.

 

1. The Patriot

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I’ve loved, loved, loved this movie ever since I saw it when I was twelve. I love the plot, the storyline, the action, the history…. I’m a big history geek, if you couldn’t tell, and the American War for Independence is one of my favorite wars to study. I loved everything about this movie, and cried thoroughly when *gulp* significant people in the movie died. That’s all, I won’t say anymore and spoil it for you.

 

2. An Affair to Remember

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Oh. My. Soul. This is the movie that broke it. I loved this movie until halfway through and then hated it until the ending. I cried. Oh, I cried. But then it became my favorite.

 

3. McClintock

 

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Ok, so this poster stinks, but whatever. Anyway, I’ve watched this probably several times a year since I was two. It’s a retelling of The Taming of the Shrew but staring John Wayne on a cattle ranch. What’s not to love.

(In all seriousness, I can quote half of this movie. Probably more, I haven’t tried lately)

 

4. Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn

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“At the end of the universe lies the beginning of vengeance” GAAAH. I LOVE THIS MOVIE. I fell in love with the original series of Star Trek when I was eight and later saw this on Christmas. I love how it revives Kahn’s story without making it too familiar. And I love all of the cast, of course. I love the plot twist at the end…sniff sniff. No I’m not tearing up what are you talking about.

 

5. The Princess Bride

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I saw this movie while I was snowed in and spent the night at my friend’s house under eighteen inches of snow in January of 2010. It amazed me. My sister and I went on the hunt for our own copy of it shortly thereafter. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve watched it. I can quote it fluently, however, so if you love this movie too, comment below and we shall engage in a battle of wits…for the princess…to the death…

 

6. Rocky

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DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADADADAAAAAAAADADADAAAAAAAADADADAAAAAAAADADADAAAAAAAAAA

IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS AND THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT AND HE’S WATCHING US ALL IN THE EYYYYEEEEEE OF THE TIGER.

no, i did not have to google those lyrics. incidentally, they’re actually from the second or third movie. just so you know.

 

7. Return of the Jedi

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In all honesty, I hate having to pick a favorite from this ongoing saga because a) I’m a nerd and b) I love them all. Except for maybe the prequels. (I’m kind of sorry…but not really) When I first watched the original trilogy, Return of the Jedi really stuck out to me, so I’m picking it. But, of course, I also looveed The Empire Strikes Back…it’s a hard decision, you know?

*NOTE: Yes, I know the poster says “Revenge of the Jedi”, Google it.

 

8. It’s a Wonderful Life

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In December I’m going to do a list of my favorite Xmas movies, but for now, this one will suffice.

 

“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.” And people who hate on this movie are not angels. (Yes, Lizzie, I’m talking to you)

 

9. The Pride of the Yankees

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So, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a baseball fan (go ROYALS!) and history is kind of my thing….it makes sense that I love this movie. Gary Cooper’s portrayal of Lou Gehrig became an inspiration to me, and the real-life Iron Horse has become one of my favorite non-current players.

 

10. Superman II

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I’ve been watching his cartoons since I was too young to remember and reading his comics when I was five….when I was eleven, I saw his second movie, and loved it. The part where Lois finds out who Clark is is the best….such a good movie!!!

 

 

As a disclaimer, I obviously do not condone everything done in these movies. Some of them are completely clean while others had scenes that needed to be skipped, etc. I just love the plot and characters and what they mean to me and don’t necessarily condone every character’s actions. Just so that’s straight 😉

 

–the one and only abby

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It’s the Little Things in Life

It’s the little things in life.

 

A few weeks ago, our church had its annual Jubilee (revival meeting), which was amazing, by the way. We had a singing tour group come through and I told Kenzie, my cousin, that I was excited to hear the group because when I had heard them sing during previous years they had sang one of my favorite songs. I don’t know the song on CD or anything so I was super excited because I thought they were going to sing it. I was disappointed when they had an entirely new lineup of songs and it wasn’t on the list.

 

Then, yesterday, we were sitting in church and our pastor asked for the special music. The man got up to sing and as he was playing his guitar and going through the first verse I thought “Hmmm, this sounds familiar. I know this song.” He got a little bit farther into the verse and it hit me. This was my song. I glanced over at Kenzie and she beamed at me. She had noticed, too. I was finally going to get to hear my favorite song again, this time sung Bluegrass style. I loved it.

 

It really is the little things.

 

–Abby

One With The Sun

Summer Field
By A.F. Moritz
Child
one with the sun
in trackless fields
of yellow grass and thistle, scent
of humid heavy air and the wing music
of bees and flies.
Child, slender
nakedness to itself unknown,
true colour of the light
dispersed invisibly
or glowing around the black hulls
of distant thunderheads, around
the grasshopper’s countenance,
solemn, vigilant and wise.
Green apples, poured full
of density, of crispness, float unmoved
under leaves on the slope. Brown
fallen apples nest
in secret whorls of grass. The apple tree:
alone in so much space. And below
in the woods by the water
a sweet dead branch
cracks lightly
in the shadow in the wind.
But here is an old track
through the grass head-high
to a child: who
made it? They must have
passed and passed by this one tree,
by the abandoned, tireless car
where rabbits peer out, and the circle
of black embers,
cans, springs, skeletons
of furniture. They too
passed here many times
on their way from the street’s end
to the oaks that screen
the river. There
the sun is nesting now, night
rises with pale flutterings
of white wings from roots
of plants and the black water.
–Abby

Though He Slay Me Ramblings: Part II

In my last post along these lines, I pretty much gave E.R. Burroughs full credit for the inspiration for my novel-in-progress. Then, not long after I posted that, it hit me that I also have another author whom I should probably be thanking. This post, as usual, has a little bit of backstory.

 

When I was young, I was a tomboy. Big-time. I still am, in many ways. But that’s besides the point. When I was about five, I fell in love with horses, and by six it was ranch life in general that fascinated me. I wanted to be a cowgirl. My room gradually shifted from being decorated with flower prints and dolls to leather skins and model horses. I was in deep. My sister, on the other hand, was my opposite. She loved pink and frills and Victorian style everything.

 

I had always loved reading and was in a constant state of looking for new books to read. I liked American Girl and The Boxcar Children but I never really found any good books with the shoot-’em-up cowboy action that I wanted. My sister was into Anne of Green Gables and was trying to convince me to read the series but I wasn’t buying. I thought it was dumb. (Don’t worry, I’ve changed my ways.) She was also reading a book with a big kid riding a horse on the cover? I thought it was dumb, too, some sort of Victorian romance rubbish. That is, until I read it.

 

The book was called Tucket’s Travels. She finally got me to pick up her battered copy and I was in love by the end of the first page. This book had it all. Rifles, little sisters, mountain men, Indians (if you’ll pardon the expression), buffalo, cowboy types. I was hooked. It wasn’t a ‘cowboy’ book, per say, but it was awesome anyway, or so eight-year-old me thought.

 

I still think it’s awesome, actually. Written by Gary Paulsen, it is a compilation of a five- book series that tells the story of a fourteen-year-old boy, Francis, who was kidnapped by the Pawnee after he strays too far behind his wagon train when he receives a new rifle for his birthday. It follows his journey from boyhood to manhood and from frontier to home. I loved the way it showed me Francis and his horse and especially his rifle. I loved how Francis was always getting himself into nasty predicaments beyond his control. I loved how it made the reader feel what Francis was feeling, whether it was fear, anger, love or any of the other emotions that a teenager’s roller coaster heart feels.

 

I loved the way it described everything in perfect detail. How Francis narrowly escaped death, lied to save his hide, found happiness, and learned how to be ‘savvy’. I loved Jason Grimes as Francis’s mentor and was angry when he screwed things up. I loved how it illustrated the life of a survivalist in a cruel wilderness.

 

I can’t pinpoint exactly how this novel of Paulsen’s has shaped my writing style, but I can tell that it has. It influenced parts of the plot of Though He Slay Me and showed me how to write in a descriptive way I wouldn’t have thought of had I only been going off of Burroughs. It doesn’t really make sense, but it has. I think every writer picks up different styles and techniques from almost every author they read. For that matter, I’m sure parts of my writing style is similar to that of Beverly Lewis, Jerry Jenkins, Ron Roy, Kate DiCamillo, and so many other novelists that I have loved and may be loving still.

 

I did this post mainly to give credit where credit is due and it somehow turned into a rambling account of my book reading habits as a child. Anyway, I really do owe some recognition to Gary Paulsen. If I hadn’t have read Tucket’s Travels, I probably wouldn’t be writing. Like I said, I can’t pinpoint why, but it has definitely influenced me. Maybe I’ll do another post similar to this once I understand what makes it different out of all the hundreds of other books that I’ve read. It’s fascinating to think about, the way one book can touch and change so many lives while being irrelevant to so many others.

 

–Abby

Twelve Days

I have twelve days.

Twelve days of school.

Twelve days until freedom.

Technically, it could be less, because if I play my cards right and use my time wisely, I could be done in nine or ten. But then I would miss spirit week. :/

Actually, I’m homeschooled. My mother, however, teaches at our church’s school, Old Paths Baptist Academy. I’m not enrolled, but I go there every day and hangout and do my schoolwork.

Anyway, everybody in my school is counting the days.  There’s even a bulletin board with the ‘Days Left’. 
Bet you can’t tell I’m looking forward to summer. 😉

–Abby

Not An Average ‘Welcome’ Post

Just kidding. 

What can I say? I mean, considering this is my bloggy debut, I feel pretty proud of myself for coming up with that title. Hey, it’s better than “There’s no need to fear, Abby is here!” That would have bad.

A little about me: 

I’m a fourteen-year-old Christian, scholar, reader, writer, dog walker, nerd, musician, geek, and now *cheers* blogger! I love history and science (particularly astronomy). Fashion is not one of my strong suits. I can play the piano. The question is which piano. (You can laugh. I’m hilarious.)

I am the youngest in a family of four/six…I have two extra “cousins.” One is twenty-one and is staying with us so she can teach in our church’s school. The other is nineteen and is living with us because of a bad family situation. Having extra siblings is kinda fun. I have more people to tease. 😉 

I also have a sister who is two years older than me. If you want to check out her Etsy shop, comment below. She’ll appreciate the views. She also plays the piano (she’s waaaay better than me) and also knits, crochets, makes necklaces and does all sorts of crafty stuff. Me? I do what I know–duct tape. Blah.

If you have known me for any period of time, you might have noticed something–well, different about me. I have an obsession with a comic strip. Not just any comic strip, mind you. A particular one that’s over fifty years old. A comic strip known for a dog with a big black nose and a melancholy boy with a striped shirt. Yes, you guessed it. I love Peanuts. I have Peanuts tins, shirts, toys, pins, comic books, movies, calendars, at least one picture frame, signs, etc. It started when I was six and decided to see what those old comic books my dad had on his book shelf were all about. I quickly fell in love with the round-headed kid, his flying ace hound, and blanket-dragging friend.

I love old sci-fi as long as it isn’t corny, which doesn’t give me much to work with. 

For some reason, I have two jobs walking dogs, which doesn’t even make sense, considering I’m allergic to most breeds. Oh well.

I randomly collect marbles and Beatrix Potter items. 

I’m tomboyish. Big-time. When I was nine, I’d go days without brushing my hair. It was bad.

I’ve been a pastor’s kid, a deacon’s kid, and now am an assistant pastor’s kid. 

Chocolate is my weakness. I have a small addiction.

I was saved by the blood of Jesus at age seven. I go to a small, home-towny Baptist church in Iowa. It’s amazing. If you’re reading this and you’re from OPBC, you made my day. Comment below.

OK, well, I’m tired and have tests tomorrow so I’m gonna hit the hay. That was a long post. Congrats, random person, for reading through all of that. You win the “Person of the Minute” award. Go you. 😀
–Abby