King of the Dumpster

I just caught the apartment kiddos licking the metal light pole outside. I can't decide if they are doing this because they've just seen A Christmas Story, or perhaps they're doing it because they haven't? God knows that movie scared me straight from ever licking a pole in the winter again. Well, that and the time I was witness to Jordan's tongue leaking blood everywhere because it was stuck to the outside windows at my mom's Jazzercise studio. I distinctly remember telling him he probably shouldn't do that. Jordan always liked to learn things the hard way. Like don't run under gymnasium bleachers in Ninja Turtle slips-ons if you don't want to end up in the Columbus emergency room with your right ear hanging by a hair- literally. Oh fun childhood memories. Since Chris and I live in a three bedroom apartment we are on the rich side of complex as I like to say, with all the other three bedrooms. Chris says we're on the poor family side. To each their own. Thanks to "Harlows", the mexican name the children have given little Har, I have grown pretty close to the little ones. They call him the little farm doggy, although I'm not sure why, I never told them I got him on a farm. I think they just assume that all white people are farmers? Anywho, I wonder what it would be like growing up in an apartment. I remember I had one friend who lived in an apartment in grade school and I absolutely loved going over to her home to play because I felt like I was in a hotel when I was there. And not only that, but there was only tons of other kids to play with and I don't ever recall seeing one parent. We could eat as many Dunkaroos or Gusher packs as we wanted. The kids around here seem to have just as much fun, as well. I've never seen so many great ways to entertain oneself in a parking lot. They play huge games of tic tac tow on dusty cars, they play battle ship on the stairwells, and my personal favorite- King of the Dumpster. An oldy but a goody. I'm not sure I would physically lay on the dumpster lids as I often see them do, but I guess even kings need to nap sometimes.

On another note, I am getting quite tired of the numerous ski updates. I get green with envy just seeing everyone talk about how great Colorado is right now. Not because I love to ski, no not at all, I love the idea of skiing of course, but what I love more is drinking in ski resorts. That is my ultimate fave. I think I could like skiing, I used to when I was little, but now unfortunately I ski with the fear that someone has after they have broken two legs from a bad fall. Not that this has actually happened to me per say, but never the less, I ski as if it has. I also don't care much for the hassle of all of the equipment and boots and unflattering snow pants and greasy wet hair. I recall last year as Kate and I were tromping through Vail in bundles of bulky clothing and uncomfortable ski boots we both decided that beach trips are just so much easier and less painfun.

Well enough playtime for now. I have some serious work to do. I'm talking about watching the Bachelor. I wasn't going to this season, but I've heard so much about a certain Vampire I feel I must see her for myself.