Honor and Cabbages

So here is a funny little title you may have come across. You certainly do not see it everyday. I mean, who ever names their blog post "Honor and Cabbages"? The answer is quite simply.. me! Now you may be wondering if this is going to be some spiritual post about the importance of honor and the nutrition of cabbages.. well as much as I would love to say yes.. I must sadly say no. While Honor and Cabbages play a most important role in my life, I cannot find any other meaning then the only one there is. (If that made any sense to you at all I will be impressed)

Just picture this:

A house. It is a good size, big enough to accommodate a family of eight. It sits in a quiet little neighborhood on a road called Ridge. Outside this dwelling you will find people jogging, kids playing, and life just simply happening. However, as average as these houses look, there is one that holds something much more grand. In the one labeled 18 sits a young girl. Her hair is painted brown and her eyes matching a Hershey's chocolate bar. All her focus is on one thing. All she craves is that small green vegetable in the fridge. The cabbage named Ralf. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the Wii remote tightly in her hands and there is a small drop of blood from where she has bitten her lip repeatedly. It all comes down to this one race. Will her mii tackle obstacles such as red shells and taunting foes to defeat that dastardly Diddy Kong and his guitar playing ways? No. She looses by a mere six points. Just like that, her cabbage disappears and her honor is diminished.


'Why is this important to me?' To answer that I must simply say, because it is. You see, who would not want to own the shining cabbage and bask in glorious honor? You may also ask, 'Why Cabbages?' To answer this I say, You don't need to know that just yet. It takes a while to understand the full meaning of Honor and Cabbages. And until you play for them do you really understand. Another question has popped into your mind I see. 'Why the heck did you make this a blog."
Quite simply I made this a blog for many reasons, but not all of them may be true. For an instance, It may be because I am bitter for my loss.. nah I'm not one to keep bitterness in my heart.Could it be that I am over dramatic? Well I am an actress.. so it could be the solution. Then there is option three, I just wanted to live up to my blog's name. "The Wonderful World of Random". To me and a few others, this is not random, but to the majority of Earth's population.. this is one of the weirdest, most random thing to come across. So yes, I just decided 'randomly' to make this blog post because I felt like it. :) And it may give you others an inside look at some of the strange, bazaar things that go on inside an author's head.

Farewell Tom the Turkey

When I created this blog I told myself that I would use it to complain.. Because, let's face it, no one likes to read negative blog posts all the time. They bring us down and when we are done reading them there is just some weird unfullfilled feeling inside. But this is post will be that acception because I feel it is important to myself, the community and basically the world to know what I am about to say.
   Recently is has come to my attention that people are listening to, playing, decorating, singing, and watching all things Christmas. Yes, it is a sad for me to have to inform all of you.. It is NOT the Christmas season! For goodness sakes people it was 75 degrees outside yesterday! The fact of the matter is... We haven't had Thanksgiving yet! What happened to poor Tom the Turkey? Is he being shunned, or ignored because of our over zealous Christmas feaver? Sorry buddy, no one's hungry for your deliciousness.. We don't want the gravy or potatoes. We have rejected the crescent rolls and the stuffing. Our hearts are set on the next holiday.
   I always thought that the Christmas season didn't officially start until the day AFTER Thanksgiving. Yeah it's okay to start your shoping now. Heck I would love to get mine done now. But when I see people listening to music that talks about it snowing outside that drives me nuts! Yestersay I drove by a house that was lit up with lights, Christmas tree, lawn decorations, tinsle, the whole nine yeards. That's when I knew it was time to write this.
   My question is: Why do we want to skip the Thanksgiving feeling so much? Why do we want to rush through the season? The thing about this month is that its just so beautiful outside. Its the month before all the leaves are gone and the plants die away. The air is crisp and comfortable and there is a nice feeling to the breeze. You look up and see the billowing blanket of amber and crimson leaves take flight as the wind picks them up. You can already smell the Turkey roasting in the oven and warm bread baking to that perfect golden hue. You train your stomache the entire first part of the month in anticipation for all of the savory dishes later to come. You see your family come together to eat and share stories and watch football.
   The Holiday its self was created to give thanks to everything around us. God has made such a beautiful world. He has given us so many things that we always take for granted. Shouldn't we bother to slow down and pay our thanks to all he has done for us?

"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." psalm 107:1

Yes, I know we are all excited to get to that wonderful day in December, but is it worth it if we miss out on one of the years greatest holidays? God is the king. He is the ruler and power over everything. And while we should praise him everyday, I believe that Thanksgiving is the perfect day to do it.

"Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power
and the glory and the majesty and the splendor,
for everything in heaven and earth is yours.
Yours, O LORD, is the kingdom;
you are exalted as head over all.

Wealth and honor come from you;
you are the ruler of all things.
In your hands are strength and power
to exalt and give strength to all.

Now, our God, we give you thanks,
and praise your glorious name." ~first Chronicles 23:11-13

So I don't know about everyone else, but I am definitely going to slow down enough to enjoy the season we are currently in and taste the gifts God has given us (No pun intended). 

The Prologue

Seeing as though this is my first real blog, I am a bit at a loss here. In all honesty I can talk to myself constantly, but never seem to spit it all out here on the computer. So I'm not quite sure what an opening blog post is supposed to be about. Do I jump right in and share what I think? Or do I spend a little time telling you all useless facts about myself. Well, at the moment my mind runs dry with topics to discuss. (It is after all morning and my mind is a tad bit fuzzy) I guess it's option two then.
If you read the little "About me" section you may notice that my name is K... Well yeah I guess. But my name is so much more.. It's so exotic and full of mystery.. Ha no. It's Katelyn. KATE-lyn. Not the most difficult spelling, yet everyone seems to get it mistaken with the more intense spellings. Not everything has to be so complex people! Ha no I'm just messin' with ya.. but seriously.. spell it right. One thing I do like about my name is that is means "Pure." Yes, I take pride in that. I am pure right now and I will be everyday before I get married. Put it together with my middle name and it's like Pure Rose or Pure Flower.. I don't know.. I find it sorta pretty. Anyway there was your deep blog thought of the moment.
Now that we have dwelled a little deeper into my name, (Alright it's time to wake up now, the boring part is over) I suppose I could let you in on a few Katelynisms as I like to call them. Just a few bullet points on the things you absolutely must know about me.

• I am a writer.

I guess this is the main reason why I made this blog in the first place. I have been writing pretty much all my life. Looking back I see all these little journals I made when I was a kid with stories about alligators, mermaids, and cats.. lots of cats. Then I find this old trophy I won back in the second grade that says 1st place in writing on it. Sweet. it's all gold with a little stand. I can even remember the story I wrote to go with it... It was about, dare I say it, Aliens. Yup. it was about five different aliens who were five different colors coming to earth. Honestly I don't know what was going through my mind at this point in life, but I learn not to question the thing that won me a trophy. But it's cool to look back and see how much this has stuck with me. I never noticed it before until recently. It was when I was fourteen (three years ago) When I began writing my first novel. I was so on fire to do this. It was a dream that I had at night and when I woke up I just knew it had to be a book. So I wrote it out for four months straight until finishing it. It was 220 pages, hand written. And after that I began writing more stories, more ideas flooded my mind! It was like, after writing that one book did a door open for me. So I went back to this first novel titled "The Point of Silence" and began to edit over it for the first time. I then was able to stretch it to 300 pages. But it wasn't enough. I now, currently, slave over this manuscript day and night to complete the finish project, which I hope will be well over 350 pages typed. It will be my first published book if I can get it done. So yes. This is who I want to be first and for most. A writer. An Author.

• Second bullet point you should know is that I very much enjoy music.

The catch is.. I am musically challenged. Yes. It is true. I cannot play an instrument. I cannot dance. And I cannot sing. And you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that. Actually, it was just a month ago that I had a revelation.. My hands are far too small to play an instrument. The fact is, I have abnormally small hands. It's true. I am forever stuck on Medium mode on Rock Band because I can't reach the red button. I cannot hit an octave on the keyboard (I discovered this recently when I tried to learn to play). But alas.. One of the good things my hands are useful for is turning the volume up on my Ipod. This I am comfortable with. The fact of the matter is.. I LOVE to listen to it. I am always listening to it. Rarely is there not music playing in the background. I love to share new stuff with friends and find new bands to listen to. Thankfully I have awesome friends who share my taste in music almost exactly. I will most likely write a separate post about this, because if you know me, you know that I have strong opinions about the music I listen to. In fact, the other day I stumbled upon a depressing sight... My Ipod is almost FULL! This is one of the scariest things I can ever see. It means I may have to -gulp- delete stuff or buy a new one... The horror. But anyway, back to being challenged. Dancing wise.. I have no Rhythm.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've got as much rhythm as that chair." ~ Swampy from Phineas and Ferb

When I try to dance.. It's just sad. The only time I really do dance is in the kitchen when I'm doing dishes. That's when i put on the most obscure song and let loose per say. And singing wise... Yeah I'm sorta tone deaf and can't carry a note. Yeah i can make a growly sound and 'sing' in different voices, but hey when you can't hold a tune.. I don't classify that as singing.

• Third bullet point is that I love cabbages.

There is a reason for this... However there isn't much to explain. Perhaps a different blog post will have to do later on. Just know that I love them.. not to eat... And that with great Honor come great Cabbages.


So yeah That's about I'm gonna let you in on right now. the rest is classified information that will probably not be shared for some time to come. The thing is now I feel weird having talked about myself for a while.. I am not vain I promise.. Well anyway, I hope you found that enlightening. And I think I'm going to end this now since my hands are almost numb from the wretched cold.

Farewell, TA TA, Love always,
K. Rose