Traumatised much?!

You decide……………..
Just like any other child I woke up in the morning, rubbed the sleep out of my little peepers, jumped up out of bead and ran into the kitchen to grab my morning bowl of processed sugar before plunking myself down in front of Saturday morning cartoons.
Ok…….. am I the only one traumatized by the little leprechaun guy on the lucky charms?!?!??! Note to self, parents when your little 6 year old innocent angel of a daughter (pauses for laughter) tells you she’s a big girl and can watch your movie and not be scared, nu-uh DON’T BELIEVE HER!!!!!! Who decided to make a horror movie about my cute little breakfast man and make him chew off the fingers of people to steal their rings in the middle of the night!!! (Finger licking good indeed)
To this day every time I see a little man dressed in green I hide my fingers behind my back. Let me give you a little lesson, Originally Leprechaun’s were an old wives tale told to children to make them AVOID the woods and surrounding area. Now you may ask yourself, Why would we children want to avoid the happy little dancing merry making men that like to prance around hide shiny objects in a old hollowed out log?? BECAUSE THERE CANNIBALS!!!!!!! It’s true. The original story is that Leprechauns would lure children out into the woods to eat them. Ok……………….. so what kind of sick freak decides to design a breakfast cereal after a demonic little cannibal man that has children following him through the woods trying to get his little candy like marshmallows…… Seems a little suspicious if you ask me.

Ramdom Ranting

Warning: This post is random, boring, and jumps around because my brain does not seem to be functioning as normal today. I apologize in advance.

I like to think of myself as a people watcher. Not in a stalker-ish stare you down and follow you around kinda way but in an observant sort of way. So as I was sitting on a bench watching a rather interesting big boned woman place an order for fried……. (Well fried everything to tell ya the truth), let’s just say place her dinner order. I realized I was dining with a fellow people watcher. It’s amusing to see the type of observations that other people notice. This made me wonder as to what others think when looking at me.
I am a very good listener, I very rarely have a comment to add to the conversation but that does not mean I don’t have an opinion. I have found that the art of expressing oneself out loud does not always end well and sometimes it is worth it just to hold your tongue. (My momma didn’t raise no fool) Though I hate to be ignored and if I say something that I think needs a response I get highly upset when nothing is returned. (Jackasses that don’t write back to emails…… YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
The other thing I want to touch on is parents……… We all have them (Weather you like them or not is your own issues) but what is the deal with the plethora of advice they hand out? I love both of my parents. Someone asked me if I would trade and I immediately had to decline without even giving it a thought but it occurs to me that no one can piss on my parade faster than one of them. Slightly depressing, makes me want to become a little more inverted than I already am but that is a story for another day………………………..