who likes kids?
well not me, for one.
so, for those of you who actually know know me and don’t just read my blog (of which there are, i think 2 . . . that’s right, i’m shouting out to you in mississippi and to you in Portugal!) i really don’t like kids that much. they really, really stress me out . . . it’s their constant movement, high noise level and sticky fingers. Plus I am a naturally selfish person and children take away from my own needs.
(on a side note, i’m trying to watch TV right now but only have local channels due to the fact that i use bunny ears:
and for some reason literally EVERY station has either Chris Matthew’s on it or commercials for hdroxicut - wtf? it’s times like this that i remember i live in georgia 
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BUT there is one thing that I do respect about kids; it’s there ability to make just about anything into a fort. So I was up this morning a little late, after wine-ing up with Jordan, Lulu and peiking at my apartment. I heard quite a commotion outside an there were the kids from my little unit all under a giant fort. Alas, it collapsed before I could get a shot but I’m not going to lie, it looked very much like that lotus temple I saw in India,
but with more bikes, bean bag chairs and dora the explorer.
So I tried to take a shot through the window:
Then I thought “holy, shit! I am taking sneak pictures of children through a window, how creepy!”
So I went out and asked this kid if I could take some snaps:
And he explained the process. It was all found objects that made up the fort.
(detailed picture below):
A) dresser” found in trash
B) suitcase: found in trash
C) kids bikes
D) bean bag chair
E) dora the explorer comforter and wagon
F) skateboard
G) pink bucket full of ninjas, barbies and other figurines
H) candle holders: taken from the living room (i heard a mom yelling about 10 minutes ago at one of the kids “did you take these out of the house? did i say you could?”)
Honestly. Kids make the coolest shit out of junk. I do not understand the need to be buying them this:
(i will never understand why some parents refuse to give boy children any toy that could be deemed for girls for fear that their son may pick up basketball players instead of a basketball. but above is one of dozens of other WWF toys in the boy section of toys r us that are beyond homoerotic . . . seriously, this guy is wearing chaps!) read the review for Flair, it sort of sums up how weird these figures are.
Or this: (called Bella Dancerella . . . more like Electric Barbarella!)
Or this:
For realz Disappointed Dan!!
Anywhose, the little neighbor girl who lives across the way and who, when I first moved in asked “do you want to play?” and I declined and then she asked really sad “oh, are you a grown up?”. Ah yes! I am 25 and am STILL getting confused for 6 year old children. No wonder I can’t get dates! They probably all are thinking “Jail Bait” or something.
Woah!, k so she came out and asked why I was taking pictures to which little boy responded “she likes taking pictures of little things that kids make”. I took that as my cue to leave as that just made me sound so incredibly nuts and spinster-ish. But before I left I let them play with my iphone and take some photos. The girl took the first picture of the little boy. The little boy took this photo:
Of me looking like a hag (I hadn’t had coffee yet y’all) in my pj bottoms, grease-ball hair and the sweater IFC bought me (love it brother!).
Well I’m off to lulu’s to study some more for measurement . . . happy Sunday!!
xoxoxo
