Track 4...

{We are, all of us, children. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Daring to believe.}

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R.

Writers block...

And I'm sitting here watching my sister play The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword. She's already defeated it like, a billion times, but it's always enjoyable to watch her do it again. 

I've spent pretty much the entire evening trying to decide what to buy for black Friday. I do all my black Friday shopping online because I hate crowds. 

Also, anyone know where you can find a good pair of reasonably priced boots? I'm leaning more towards the riding boot style, but I'm having troubles finding some I really love. Thoughts?

Okay, so, maybe I need to post more pictures on here or something. This blog is so icky boring.

Well, I think this picture is a complete success.

I miss them. Lots.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

Oh, goodness...

In my 3 am delirium, I have this compulsion to write down whatever strange or random thought is in my head. Most of the time it's dialogue  from a dream, or something from that strange and wonderful moment between sleep and awake. 


As I was getting ready for bed, I recalled a moment last night (this morning) when I had typed something into a message on my phone and saved it in my drafts. 

I then brought up said message, and was shocked and amused to see this:

{"an entire flight of solitary moving targets...Mr. Throw stick across the entire length of classroom...?"}

...Your guess is as good as mine.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

Wilson!!!

{You know me like medicine companies know the flavor of fruit.

Which is to say, not at all.}

{But, you still do your job...so I suppose that makes up for it.}

{And I guess it's not your fault.}

Say hello to the week of Thanksgiving! It's weird that it's so soon...I feel like it should still be ages away.

But,

I'm thankful for monkey's and apple cider.

For blue jeans and grass.

For knowing looks and the orange glow of street lamps on wet sidewalks.

For my Savoir who's kind enough to keep reminding me, because I forget.

Way. Too. Often.

(Should that be 'to'?)

For my God who answers my prayers in ways I expect and ways I don't.

For mummy's and archeologists.

For Lemony Snicket and J.K. Rowling.

For C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.

For faux leather boots and the word "fluffly" (which, technically isn't a real word, but whatever, right?).

For pears and pickles and parachutes.

For you.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

 

I will simply deny you the crown...

{And live forever...}

There are moments at work when I just want to shout at everyone to go home.

Basically it goes like this:

*People touching displays, ruining all the things I freshly folded, and being a general pain*

Me: (In my head): Okay, people, I understand that things are cute, but if you drop it on the floor, please pick it up.

*People continuing onward.*

Me: (In my head, of course.) Okay, go home now, all you people. Why do you want to be out anyways? It's Friday, traffic's bad, go home and eat food and watch t.v. and read a book! That's what I'd be doing...so, go home, thanks.

And then I go onward.

{Note, I do not always feel like that. Usually I'm okay with people messing up displays and stuff, it's just on busy nights when I go insane!}

 Then there are other times when teeny boppers (that is to say: girls who act, or rather try to act like they're 19, but are actually twelve {granted, we all did that at one point, so...}) come in and I'm just like:

You dress better than me...and you're twelve.

It's an odd thing.

Also, I register for classes on Monday, and I have no idea what I'm doing...so...yeah...

Also, I need to take a class where I can sing! I've been singing songs all week. Broadway, Disney, Church, Christmas, pop...Ah! I just love to sing! :D


I feel like Slim, the walking stick from "A Bug's Life," when he's says, "...and I'm a flower, with nothing interesting to say..."

Ha, ha...yeah, makes me laugh.

Also, there's a show on NBC called "Grimm" and I ADORE it. A lot.

That's narwacky!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

And then some...

 Go to this blog and love it! Also, watch the video. You will laugh.

http://leannade.blogspot.com/

I love this weather. I love clouds.

Especially gray ones.

Okay, I've nothing more to say today.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.  

Santa Claus...

I love this weather.

So.

Dang.

Much.

I love listening to Christmas music.

Yes, I know it's not Thanksgiving yet.

Sue me.

I am soooo excited for Thanksgiving!

See, you can still appreciate and enjoy and look forward to Thanksgiving while listening to Christmas music.

Here's the thing.

The last two months of the year are probably the most special to me. And that's because of one thing.

Family.

Family, family, family. I am convinced in my heart of heart, my soul of soul, that the family is central to God's plan of happiness. I know this too be true.

Yes, I so enjoy getting and giving presents. Yes, the snow makes everything more magical. The season is one of greatness and joy and love.

But, without family and without God...presents, snow, etc...they mean nothing.

It's because of family, my one on Earth and my one above, that I believe in Santa Claus, that I enjoy the snow more, that I have something to laugh about.

And I am so grateful I can have mine forever.

So, next time you are outside in that magical snowfall, next time you are hearing those sleigh-bells, next time you are dancing to the glorious Christmas music, next time you feel a thrill of hope to know that Thanksgiving is so close...

Remember that hand that wrote it all, and what He has given you that is far more important than any worldly thing.

I love you all. Happy Sabbath.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.   

      

Don't come easy...

Well, at least I can still eat chocolate and enjoy music.

Also, I have an interview at Barnes and Noble tomorrow!!!

I am beyond ecstatic! An interview at one my favorite shops?! Blessings!

I mean, I may not get it, but still, it's nice to see some results.

 {Victory, victory, through Him who redeemed us...}

Okay, have a good one!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R. 

America...

Mitt Romney for President.

That's all.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R. 

I know it's gonna' be...

Whomever you are, there is a way back.

It does consist of going forward, and strangely enough, not turning back.

You will, of course, carry reminders. They're there for a very specific reason though.

To remember...

Still...it's better than carrying the real flesh wound with you for the whole journey.

The reminders get in the way sometimes. There are some who don't you to move on. They want you to fester and burn and break. They want you to think there is someplace like home; that it doesn't matter.

I'm sad to see you in a different place. You were getting there! Why did you go back?

{???}

But, remember what I said before?

There is a way back? And it consists of moving forward?

You know this. It's elementary...primary, really. *Cough, cough!*

So come home.

For your mother.

For your father.

For your Father.

For your Mother.

Come home for Him. He who knows the pains of permanence. He who know the hurt of hate. He who knows the details of doubt...

You may think I'm just saying this. You are wrong. I speak from experience.

There is a way back.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.