The Euro, running the trail and my lil cult

The finals to the euro were boring if you were a neutral fan and god damn frustrating and bit a nerve racking if you were a spain or german fan. The score ended up being 1-0 with TORRES scoring the cracking goal, proving to many that he wasnt a waste throughout the tournament. The spanish however should have bagged a few more goals, silly misses, however in the end comes down to who won and The sunny Spain boys did that well....They finally won a cup and watching casillas and Ramos celebrate was amazing, you could literally feel the passion seep through the tv and into you... or was that the tequila.. hmm lol... i cant tell..It was a fun night.... and i was very very lol happy that Spain won... and i dont think i could be any more in love with Casillas and Ramos without making them owen :P... which can never happen.
This summer i have been running the trail a bit more and its awesome, especially the fact that i get to run past my beautiful dream house. I love that house sooo much, it literally takes my breath away and i have to stop running whenever i see it in view on my run. I have on my runs thought of killing them to get the house, seducing them ( either man or lady or both), to conning them and finally the worst, making them adopt me lol... the house is soo perfect, its not to big, not too small, half on a pond, has soo much trees around it and its green and has the most beautiful roof, the roof is a garden :)....I want it soooooo bad :(... its probably my biggest motivation to run ..lol to view the beautiful amazing lil house...I also meet alot of funny ppl on the run.. some more freaky than others..its true what your parents say dont talk to strangers... :P... there was this one guy who i kept bumping into while running and i have no sense of direction whatsoever thus the day i got lost i asked him for directions, he was amiable and walked me to my place.. kept bumping into him more often and he asked me to a movie,...the guy was a psychopath and not my kind, the bad psycho, he kept happily talking about how his friend raped his girlfriend and she deserved that... i think i have not been ever so freaked than that night.. i claimed that i lived in Kenya and now run a different trail path!!!! I knew i should not talk to strangers .... wat a lunatic...now i use a different trail and get lost even more lol....as long as the racoons are away we are fine!

As hard as it is to believe i am a teacher( one of my many jobs).. and my latest summer camp exploits are already loving Real Madrid alot.. hehehe they have been well trained and learnt all their numbers from players of real madrid jerseys :P.... i am soo proud to corrupt their young minds on the best club in the world already :).....They are such a cute little bunch they cant say my name so they call me miss dora( IF ANYONE ABOVE 4 FT CALLS ME THAT, THEY WONT LIVE!)However the best is that they mostly call me miss owen since i came in with an owen jersey and they were fascinated.. hehe so hard to be harsh on them when they are like but miss owen.... lol.... and for some damn reason they adore me, they listen to mostly everything i say. This is my new little cult and i am there leader :P...

Madridistaing one kid at a time :)

--Hala Madrid :) and viva iker and ramos and all the Spanish players :)

After the italian job comes the russian roullette

Its soo much more fun to watch the euro when you have something to cheer about... such a common yet sometimes unnoticed observation i find. Ever since the Spanish especially the St. Iker, the psychotic Ramos and the god damn fine villa beat the Italians that brought sooo much pain to me, i have become tres die hard Spain fan lol...who would ever guess had owen or France still be there i would be swearing at the Spanish ( ok not the three mentioned :P ..). I animatedly reenact the saves and penalties to every person i meet whether they are interested or as a matter of fact even listening to me can hardly matter hehe.
The bartender at the sports bar i go to is use to my insanity and wildness during games hehe.. Poor fellow... While we were watching the Spain vs Russia game... i since listening to the ad had the Torres song in my head... i cant get the damn thing out of my head... it is based on the tune of a kids rhyme that i used to sing all the time... the song goes as such:

His armband proved he was a red torres torres
you'll never walk alone it said torres torres
we brought the lad from sunny spain
He gets the ball he scores again
Fernando Torres Liverpool's number 9
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdy8qtAkrZM
so as i sang that happily during the game .. my brother trying to sit as far as possible from me, the bartender tells me he is from Liverpool and loves Liverpool. He smiles widely and asks me seems you like them to. My happy tune abruptly stops and in a matter of seconds my face scowls back at him. I hate them, i replied and i am a huge Owen fan. I was about to retort back some more when suddenly the Spanish score. xavi, a player i would usually hate because of his barca attachments scored... what a beauty of a goal too.. i was soo dumbstruck and after all the cheers i am still rooted. My brother looks at me and as he moves me, i start yelling ...the people who were in the bar stop and stare.. the bartender asks if i am ok.. hahah... i look at the screen and reply you damn right am ok... goal!!!! He starts laughing. At the end of the beautiful 3-0 game, with Guiza and the extremely impressive Silva scoring the rest of the goals. The bartender while giving me my bill makes the mistake of mentioning how owen was nothing without Liverpool. I stop breathe while my brother tries to pull me away very wary of the trouble thats brewing up. My friend Andy helping him as he too knows very well that once i start i shall end with blood!
I started the huge discussion on owen and after an hour alot of swears and in the end tears the bartender consoled me and assured me he has nothing or will never have anything but respect for Michael James Owen...My brother on the way chides in if you ever make it to be a journalist i am sure owen will be the most happiest athlete in the world with the amount of fan conversions you make. I could not hold back my laughter as we walked home after that. I am sooo glad that my brother loves soccer - not that he really had a choice, however it makes things alot more fun and since we dont like the same team or players except a certain few, it keeps are minds at wit and our tongues laden with sarcasm. In my brother's case his arms full of bruises ;)...

Thoughts in my head that day:
His armband proved he was a red torres torres
you'll never walk alone it said torres torres
we brought the lad from sunny spain
he gets the ball he scores again
Fernando Torres Liverpool's number 9


DAMN FRIGGIN SONG!


Hala madrid and VIVA OWEN