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 :)
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