Reflections From Last Night

Warning: longest post ever.
Disclaimer: Definitely a good read for your lunch break. I would never suggest you take a 1/2 hr. from your paid work day to read, comment, and be unproductive. (Though of course that is exactly what I was doing while writing this post at work)
Onto the madness I call Reflections from Last Night.
 -German food though made primarily to give you energy to work out in the fields (thanks Frank) does not soak up all the alcohol you can consume as once thought.
 -I cannot speak German. In fact, if I went to Germany they would probably stone me on their wall for butchering their language and making up words that end in "itzel".
-Germans like dolls...the creepier the better. If they resemble real children they will put them in a high chair and leave them in the bathroom stall to stare at you...much like they do to their real children.
-Don't ever promise to pick up a friend for work on time and then proceed to go drinking till 1:30 in the morning. Always a bad idea. Thank God I had enough forethought to know I was drinking and would forget the entire conversation I had with said friend, and reminded Siri to remind me to pick up her up in the morning.
-I apparently was way less sober than originally thought last night because I woke up this morning, thought it was Saturday and proceeded to reset my alarm for later without thinking twice and went back to bed. Now if anyone really knows me, they know I am not a snoozer and leave myself just enough time to wake up, shower, and go...in fact, I put my alarm on the other side of the room, so I have to physically get up to shut it off for the sole fact that I won't accidentally snooze...so it's not even fathomable why I would zombie walk over to shut off my alarm, reset it, and commence sleeping. Thanking Sio right now for her random 7:35am call with a story which woke me up enough to realize that it was actually a work day and I could not sleep in. -I now realize why God made me short. Because apparently I have a habit of picking up people that are shorter than me and using them to aide me in doing things...like kicking open a bathroom door. If I were taller and the percentage of people that were shorter than me was increased, I might be in jail for things like midget tossing, or using someone as my own personal extension ladder to dust the fan blades, get that cup from the top shelf, or wipe the unreachable top of the window...and I could see at least one of the above going horribly wrong and ending in death for said short person.
-Strawberry rhubarb muffins taste just as good if not better the next morning after they sit in your car (which was pointed out to smell like booze by earlier stated friend that needed to be picked up for work) all night. -The accent I revert to when texting intoxicated is Australian, love.
 -I have done the research and confirmed it this morning that I can eat 1/2 a box of sugar cereal in one sitting, which is why I don't ever buy them...and this is hereditary as my father used to eat his cereal out of pots while sitting on the couch...no I'm not kidding.
This concludes my Reflections from Last Night. Thanks to all that made this possible.

History Channel's Next Big Special

I just heard someone say "my kid watches way too much tv" and it made me sad. What kinda childhood are kids nowadays gonna have to look back at and remember anymore? My childhood consisted of things like trying to start fires unsuccessfully, making witches potions out of berries, camping in the backyard, climbing trees and bus rooftops and jumping off of them into huge piles of snow, saving beetles, making up games with kickballs, flour fights in the kitchen and powder fights in the bedroom, making up musicals and performing them and charging the neighbors (lemonade stands are for amateurs), making prank calls and sometimes calling the police on accident, driving kiddie tractors down the crazy lady's hill and trying not to get caught, hockey in basements, 10-20, pretending to be radio show hosts, near death experiences of being almost swallowed by the creepy swamp mud or attempting to jump creeks unsuccessfully, biking all around creation, putting on duo stunt shows, running away from Jurassic park and Dr. Kelly, stealing change to go to the flower shop and the quick stop, flipping over the bars behind church signs, transforming the kitchen into a breakfast cafe complete with flipping pancakes to the ceiling, tons of puddle jumping, digging for earthworms, around the world, hiding in cubbie holes as feivel was a bad baby, writing our own sitcoms and comedy shows, and all filled with so much laughing, fun, and creativity that I can't even imagine wanting to turn on the tv. Thank you to all my friends that were a part of my awesome childhood. Here's to keeping it alive and passing it down.  I don't want the History Channel to have to do a special called Creative Childhoods of the 80's for us to remember this stuff.