Thanks to everyone for their comments and visits! And thanks to create for the gorgeous blog! I love it! I hope you don't mind if I deleted that comment with the template. It was a bit too long for my blog.

 I'd just like to write a little more about me and my sisters. My older sister is the definite black sheep of the family. Or in Little Woman, the Jo of the family. She likes stuff like electric guitars and watching things blow up. Though she's not allowed to do the blowing up. She likes dangerous places and crazy rollercoasters. She can make witty remarks in under two seconds. She is definatley not girly and never wears frills or skirts or anything. In short, the complete opposite of me. But she's smart and for all our oppositness, we get along very well. She does not enjoy imaginary games or reading like I do either.

I enjoy pianos, cellos and violins and stuff. I am dreadfully afraid of heights as I might have already mentioned. I do not like crazy rollercoasters. The weird thing about me is that I'm really nervous before I try something new like an Alpine slide, which, if you don't know, is a sort of sled on wheels going down a mountain on a plastic or concrete slide. But once I try doing something, I am always like, "That was the most awesome thing I have ever done!" I'm probably the girliest of my three sisters, though I'm not very girly myself. I do prefer pants but enjoy getting dressed up sometimes. I love simple, pretty things. I'm the Amy of the family. I love things like tea parties with my 11-year-old cousin (she and her brother are over here all the time.) and dainty little things. I let my cousin work with my hair and yet I'll play dinosaurs with her brother who is eight.

Snow White has a bit of a confusing character. Sometimes she can be very calm and sometimes she can be off the walls singing on th top of her lungs. Then suddenly she'll be deep in thought or moody and she won't really talk to anyone. We are very close but still, I don't always know what she's thinking. She would go on that rollercoaster with my sister. She is not girly either and squirms whenever she's dressed up. She likes writing stories while I lke my music.

My older sister is taking homeschool style photography lessons (she's very good at it) and I'm reading books on veterinary practice. I might work at a zoo. That might be interesting although my first jobs would be too pick up the "scat" for no pay. I don't think Snow knows what she wants to do yet. My older sister and I would both like to be wives and mothers. Now I'm getting a headache from the computer. Well I'm on the verge of a cold so maybe it's that.

Toodle Pip and God bless!

     Rosie -~@  -(looks a little like a rose, doesn't it?)

I am very strict with myself and I try to be devoted to being as Christian a girl as I can. Though I guess there is nothing really wrong with it, I detest makeup. Just the idea of fussing in front of the mirror every day to get makeup just right makes me sick. My clothes are STRICTLY modest. Really short shorts (aren't they cold?) and low shirts (yuck!) are out of the question.

The way some teens act and dress in this world shocks me. I remember when I was really little, I thought everyone in the world was Christian. Poor little me. If only that was true!

I am proud of myself for upholding one of my strictest rules: NO boyfriends till the age of eighteen. There is no age limit to having boyfriends, I guess, but I have set one for myself. And I have followed that rule very well.

My family and I came home from a trip to Washington D.C. a week ago. We saw the Washington Monument, the Lincoln memorial, three Smithsonian museums, and the National Archives, where the Declaration of Independence is kept. My dad, a seventh grade history teacher, was really excited the whole time. It was an interesting experience. Once on the trip we went up in a bell-tower where you could look out the windows and see the city all around you. But I am, I confess, afraid of heights. I just get the feeling whenever I'm up high that I'll fall and kill myself.

I'm proud of my imagination. It's still working very well, although sometimes it can get a little wild. for an example, I  was going up the stairs one night and I saw a dark lump in the corner. Almost instantly, I imagined it was some sort of cat-monster and ran downstairs literaly believing it was a monster for a second. Then I went back upstairs and kicked he lump. It was a boot.

Another example: One day I was looking for my cat Ginger under my bed (she usually hides there). When I peeked under the bed, I thought I saw two glowing eyes staring back at me. And of course my imagination turned on and again I thought it was a monster, so I ran almost screaming out of my room.

Funny, isn't it! You probably wouldn't expect a fourteen-year-old to do something like that. It probably comes from reading so much!    

_-_-Rosie-_-_  

Hello! I haven't written in sooooooo long because I've given up computer for Lent.

I don't have many friends since I have homeschooled all fourteen years of my life and I am quiet out in public. But the two friends I do have are absolutely amazing. We have known each other for seven years!

I would love to have more friends to talk to though. (gosh this sounds corny) If anyone even comes on this blog, could they tell me what they would like to know about me?  

I don't write much, as you can tell. I'm a bookworm so I spend most of my time reading or playing outside in the snow, Iwill also play a couple tunes on the piano sometimes. I probably seem boring, but that's because I'm new to this and don't know what to write.

I do have another sister besides Snow White, but I can't come up with a name and color for her, and she doesn't really fit into a fairy-tale world. She hates reading, fairytales, and playing outdoors.

My sister Snow White likes to write stories, play outside, and reading, and she doesn't play any instrument.

Well, I've probably bored you to death, and I have to go.

~Rosie

My name is Rose Red. Most call me Rosie. I live with my mother and sister in a little cottage in the woods.  

This is my real-life story of Snow White and Rose Red. My sister really does look like Snow White with her pale skin, dark brown hair, and dark blue eyes. I look somewhat like Rose Red, I have light brown-gold-red hair, paleish skin, and dark blue-green eyes. I am a lover of fairtales, and am quite a daydreamer. I hope you will enjoy the tales of my life.

"Snow White stayed at home and engaged in quiet pursuits, and was no doubt quieter and gentler than her sister, who preferred to play in the fields and woods, picking flowers and catching butterflies"

This is true, in most ways. She is quieter than I. And I would most definatley prefer to play in the fields and woods, though Snow would probably come with me in real life.