Se Habla Espanol ?

I guess I should have paid more attention to my Spanish professor in college and during class. I can say a few things like "un poco" and "pregunta" but that's close to my limit. I sure can't follow when someone is conversing in Spanish. So, as you can assume I recently had a "spanish" episode. So here's the story......We began conditioning a few weeks ago and as usual girls come out that I haven't seen before. I had heard that there may be a few Hispanic girls coming out for conditioning but didn't think too much of it. Well, nothing about the Hispanic girls crossed my mind until they showed up and only one spoke some English! Now, here is where those four semsesters of Spanish would have come in perfect but as I have mention before I can't remember a lick of it! The scene was quite hilarious.....I was trying to comminucate with the one girl who spoke English then she would translate! The thing with translators is you don't know what they are saying!! Who knows....she may have told them I was a running Nazi or coach likes it when you run slow! It all worked out pretty good considering the circumstances. I thought I had everything figured out - I would tell the one girl and she would translate. I would then ask "uno pregunta" hoping there were no questions. All is well, right. NOPE.....then came the parents! Now this was yet another great sight to see! I was so thankful the "translator" was still there! It just amazed me at how much a language barrier can complicate things! So that English to Spanish dictionary for Christmas will come in handy this year! It shall be another sight to see when they are on the field and I am trying to communicate to them from the sideline~! (the season starts in feb. I'll keep you posted)
The moral of the story - Remember what you are taught! There go the dollar signs right down the drain :) (sorry dad)

I'm the turtle not the hare!

Just the other weekend, I was running (if you can call my slow jog...Almost speed walking pace running) in a race in Cola-town. The course itself was difficult and then add in my lack-of training, well it just wasn't pretty. However, I was running along a stretch where the weren't many people cheering nor was there anything to look at....Just the trees! As I started to round the corner, there was a young girl probably about 12 or 13 who was directing the runners which way they should go. Now this girl had been cheering for people in front of me, I heard her telling people to "keep going", "your almost done", "good job" etc.... Very positive things. Well, as I get closer I must have looked like I was crawling because of out this little sweet looking girl comes "slow and steady wins it"! Yep, directly to me! I looked around...NO ONE! Just me with the "slow and steady pace"! I must of have really been running...oops...jogging very slow! So, that was my motto through the last 4 miles.....slow and steady! Thanks to the young girl who gave me such inspiration towards the end of the race........well, I 'm sure there were many other things she could have yelled out and I am grateful she didn't! Maybe one day I'll be the hare......good thing there is always hope!

Paint on my eye lashes

I was "inspired" by a friend who has a blog to start one! Granted most of everyone I know lives within a 30 mile radius, I thought it would be neat to share with those in the 30 mile radius I never see and those outside a bit of my life. I read her blog often and find myself laughing in front of the computer~!! Good thing it's usually just me and maybe the husband and dog! So, you ask," how did you manage to get paint on your eye lashes?" Well, I have been doing updates to the home ever since I moved in 1 1/2 years ago! It was definitely a "boys" home! I guess I just got a little excited while rolling the walls. I went over to a friends and that's when they noticed I had paint on my eye lashes. Paint was pretty much all over - in my hair, eye lashes, finger nails ....you get the point! I am sure there will be more of "how did that happen" throughout the years to come because that seems to be the path I am on!
Just take my job for instance, I NEVER wanted to work with Eldery or do home visits. I wanted to work with psychiatric patients or children. And what do I do.......home visits with the elderly on a daily basis! But as I have found out it's not my will that is going to be done, it's HIS! I fine it quite amusing how I try to fight it at times! Well, I guess that's how I came up with the name! Thanks "friend" for the "inspiration"! Until next time..........la