Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time…in a land far away…my family took a vacation on the other side of the U.S. And here are some pictures!

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We went to Montana, which may or may not seem like a really random place, but we have family there. And plus, if you haven’t been there before, it is absolutely beautiful.

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These are some of the people who were visiting.
From left to right: Zach (my brother), Bethany (my sister), Abby (my cousin), me and Joshua (my brother), Becca aka Salad Dressing (cousin). This vacation was a ton of fun from stargazing to tubing to doing absolutely nothing.

I did a lot of firsts. Like a chipmunk from the wild ate out of my hand. And I made a snow angel in June, while wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandels. We also got to ride a ski lift.

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But what’s a vacation without doing absolutely nothing? So Becca and I sat in her family’s camper hour after hour watching….

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We also did madlibs and watched random hilarious videos.

Bethany and Abby had a good time too, playing mad scientist, magician, and singer (both have really amazing voices.).

I decided that I want a pet bisen (or to pet a bisen….).

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Oh! And I got to stand under a waterfall (even though it was small) which is something I’ve been wanting to do for nearly a year.

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I decided thatI might move to Wyoming (a state we spent a day in) when I move out….

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After all it is the cowboy state. ;)

But I would miss my cornfields….

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Just kidding.

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The Thank You Post

NOTE: the remainder of the interviews will be posted in July when I get back from vacation.

Hello! Just in case you don’t remember me after all of these awesome itnerviews, my name is Natalie Noel. Now that we have this cleared up, I want to tell you a story. A story about a lady who I haven’t met before and will probably never see again, but I think this story just proves that there are still awesome people in the world.

So this story technically starts yesterday. I began working out. And today it hurts so bad to walk that I’ve retired to my bedroom possibly for the rest of the day and it’s only 6. This is coming from a fairly active person who spends half of her time outside and the other half procrasinating on stuff that actually matters.

My mom and I were walking through Walmart, and we had to get cat and dog food so my grandparents can feed the animals while on vacation. Me, being so sore, let my mom grab the dog food (the much bigger bag), and I went to grab the cat food, which was like three or four aisles away. I had to get two cat food bags, and I couldn’t carry them both for the life of me. So here I go through Walmart dropping them, trying to hold on, and laughing (mentally pitcure a girl with her hair in a messy bun and an already crazed look in her eyes from writing all the time.).

I figured people saw me, but who cares, right? I figured, I’m an independent person, I am just going to do this. But then a lady came up to me. First off, I’d like to mention how awesomely dressed she was. Long, floral, exotic looking dress, and a hat she was holding in her hands. She comes rushing up to me and offers her assistance. And just let me tell you, this lady was one of the nicest, friendliest people I have EVER met. But not one of those overly friendly people like “Hello my name is blah blah blah I’m from blah blah blah what’s your name where are you from do you want to be best friends” type of people.

Long story short (Okay, it’s a short story and this post took me longer to type out than the actual event) I really liked this lady, and I think she set an easy example. Because it’s not hard for someone to step out of their way to give someone else 20 seconds of assistance. The person helping may never actually remember what they did, but the person who was helped, will remember it forever.

So I guess that is why this is a “Thank You Post”. I told her thank you in person, but I feel like, even though she’ll most likely never read this, people like her deserve a special shout out. Do you know anyone like this who you think should be mentioned?

Oh, and for those of you who like to laugh at people, I just spilled my coffee all over my face. *clears throat*

Oh! And also thank you to my new followers. Thirty-six now. Once I get to 50, I’m going to do my first random book give away.

Missing Yesterday, Loving Today

“I think I hear a gun!” My brother said.
My nine-year-old cousin and nine-year-old me decide that we must explore the now “crime-scene” of a hotel. It was only logical, right?
So we spent nights scared out of our minds and trying to find the murder. We thought he was taking victims into utitlity rooms and killing them off. No logic, no proof, no plan, two nine-year-olds began there search.
Did we find anything? Of course not.
All we found was:-

an unlocked utility room (which scared us to death!)
a guy who scarred us for life (LOL, only my cousin will know)
weird markings on the ceiling in my hotel room
a lifetime of memories
&
the fact that we weren’t supposed to leave the third floor of the hotel.

We searched for our murderer, played an ongoing game in the pool, had so much fun cleaning her room, played with mermaid toys in the bathtub (both wearing swimsuits, of course), and I cried the day we left her state.

This is what I miss now. The perfect, fun, amazing, innocence of child hood.
Me and my cousin are all grown up now. (Well, 14.)

But with growing up comes new memories.
When I was nine-years-old, I didn’t go shopping with friends, play underground church outside in the dark, and plan to meet pen pals. I didn’t dream about my wedding during study hall or play video games with friends for hours.

Growing up doesn’t mean leaving the young part of you behind. It means taking that part and adding on. Deep down I’m still a nine-year-old chasing a murderer that I really knew wasn’t real, deep down. (But if I acted like that now, I would probably be looked down on :D). I mean there’s still a tiny part of me that wants to crawl into my parents bed during a thudnerstorm. But now the outer shell is an author who is trying to figure out her life.

~Natalie Noel~

“Maturity is a bitter disapointment for which no remedy exsists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.”

~Kurt Vonnegut

“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up! Not me!”

~J.M. Barrie

Help?

Okay, guys so I’m totally ready to start posting regurly again. (: So what do you want?

Are there any topics you want to me to start talking about?

I’m thinking about doing a writing contest again. Anybody interested?

If you like my blog, tell your friends about it! If you don’t like it, tell me why and I’ll try to fix it.

Off to go think of more ideas than this short one.

~Natalie Noel

Change

When I was younger I would have my parents write down the words that I would say, onto paper and those would be my books. At five years old though, I had my mind made up that I was going to be a singer.

“I don’t think I’m as shy as I used to be,” I said to my mom one day as she was working in the kitchen at our old house. The kitchen was so small though, that it was like stepping into fire every time that the stove was on. I could tell that my mom was listening, so I continued. “I think that I want to start singing for people.”

I had a church girl’s voice, soft and pretty, and if I would’ve decided to stick to singing in church (which I never did have enough guts to actually do) I might have been able to keep that voice.

But I took my soft voice and tried to change it to a voice that I never would be able to master.

In fifth grade I said to my friend, “You like to write don’t you?”

She nodded. “Yup. Why?”

“I do too. We should write a book together.”

So we tried to. But way too many people were writing it together. So it didn’t work. Later again that year, my friend and I tried to write another book together, but I couldn’t relate to the things that she wanted to that time.

Growing up in church I had no desire to write about evil spirits and gory things, so we didn’t get very far in that one either.

In my fifth grade year also, I tried to sing a little bit, but it didn’t work too well. I tried out for a singing part in the play, but it didn’t work. And I was going to sing in the talent show with another friend, but soon gave up.

In sixth grade I really noticed how much I absolutely loved to write, so I wrote my first book. It ended up being only eighty-six pages, written out on wide-ruled notebook paper. I kind of gave up on singing to that year. The most that I ever sung then was when I was having secret contest (whether she knows it or not) with a girl from my class, when the class would sometimes sing at the end of the day. I did sing a trio that year also, but it didn’t give me the same thrill as I had when I finished that book.

The summer before seventh grade I didn’t write as much, because I had writer’s block.

A couple of weeks into seventh grade I became a born-again Christian. I also started to rewrite my first book. I don’t remember when I finished it, but I finished it in enough time to write my second book around the end of the school year. I also get to sing with the ministry team at my school now, which is fun because it’s not my life, but it gives me something to do, quietly in the background.

Now this summer I’m happy.  I’m writing four books. One about a fifteen-year-old spy, who’s dad was drafted off to war, and how she handles everything that life throws at her. Another titled Sunshine Through Rain. That one is about an abused girl who doesn’t think that God would ever except her for who she is. The third one is called Mirror Image. It’s about these two girls, one from almost a hundred years ago, and one from modern day, accidently switch places. The last one is about a conservative Christian family who lives in a day where Christianity is illegal. I also have an awesome writing partner named Rebekah. We write a lot together and love to talk about plots and characters.

I’m also happy though, because of my friends. Every single one of them, from the ones who live a mile away, and the ones who live 2,000 miles away. I’m happy because of my faith. I’m happy because of my family. And believe me. The list could go on and on.