So when I was a kid my favorite thing to play with was my brothers. I know what you are thinking....WTF? But here is the thing, they were like real live dolls. I could dare them or make them do whatever I wanted...yes, I was a little bossy as a kid. But they did whatever I suggested...dress up, let me push them down the hill on a skateboard or in a buggy... but the best was when we turned our wagon into a go-cart. These are the memories I have of me and my brothers and how we played....after yesterday I have found that this is not the case with the kids in my hood.
I live in the Avenues which means that my neighbors are about 5 feet away. I have a new set of neighbors next door and being that I work from home I can hear the kids and their discussions all day long.....
The little girl was outside and yelling at her brother....these are the things she said:
"No, you can not use that...that is my bowling ball!"
Now granted I didn't see this "bowling ball", however I am little nervous that the 5 & 6 year olds are using a bowling ball as an actual toy.
"You can not jump on the tramp while someone else is on it!"
WTF I thought that was the whole point of a tramp
"There are rules to playing...if you can't deal with the rules then we can't play!"
Seriously who are these kids?! And "rules" for playing....one word...stupid.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Yes, this is a real person....a girl wearing a horse head while mowing the lawn....in my neighborhood. I can't decide which is funnier the fact that she caused me to run home and get my camera so that I can share this with the world or that when I came to the intersection and saw this it caused me to spit out my juice and then reprimand myself for making a mess that I said my first, middle and last name out loud.