reminiscing on childhood memories.

oh, childhood, the innocent, perfect, fun filled life that we all grow out of to become grumpy, old tired adults. my childhood was a real hootful of yowzas, and if i could relive it, even for one day, im sure i'd relive one of the days when i was a wee little gaffer, no older than five. i remember how awesome it was to go to school at that age, i actually enjoyed it, at least i didnt have to hang out with my babysitter who didnt speak english very well (she was actually a nice person and i saw her recently on a trip to toronto, she remembered me!)
and i got to hang out with my best friend clancy, who my dad thought was imaginary.
i would probably start off the day with a deliious breakfast of dinosoar egg oatmeal (because this is way before i got sick of any type of oatmeal) then go to school, and thrill everybody with my knowledge of the future; cellular devices with magical cameras, internet without a cord, televisios as thin as a small book, oh the list goes on of my knowledge of 2010 in 1998. then i suppose after school i would walk home and act like im sixteen, just to scare my mom and older sister, and i would tell people all about the crazy world of 11 years from now, just to mess with people's heads when the stuff actually happens.  also i would go to a church and shut down their idea of judgement day in the year 2000. then, shortly after, retire to my home and hang out with friends until bedtime at 9:00 i think that would be one hell of a fun day to be 5

post secret...

okay then. post secret. post a secret.... well..... hmmmm... a secret. im secretly an elf in disquise? no too unrealistic. im a firefighter, no im missing one thing... a mustache. i do drugs... wait!!! 5th amendment!
what to do... what to say.  i just biked to school today from wellesley, suck it trebek!

thursday!! or should i say, soon to be turkey day!!

yeah! turkey day ! can't wait. so much delectable food, all at the cost of visiting the family that you usually try to avoid during most of the year ( this being the family members that bring unedible "food" if you will.)
indeed, the family members that will bring turnips, the root food, and honestly turnips are discusting, i bet that when god finished making the turnip, he looked at it and thought to himself, "no... this isn't right... i know! ill bury it in the ground and nobody will find it!" and then my aunt jone dug it up and brought it over for supper. ugh! well enough ranting about turnips beacause i want to hear about what others are doing for their thanksgiving weekend. post! share your stories of insane uncles, aunts, nephews, etc.
what am i doing? the one or two people who will actually read this may wonder, i'm going to my cottage to enjoy the weekend with my family.