Geography 101

Question of the Day: What is the only state to accept pennies when paying on a toll road?

Hint: It's a state in the Midwest.

Soccer girl #1: Idaho

Soccer girl #2: Washington 

Soccer girl #3: Canada

Answer: Illinois

Later that same day, some baseball guys show up:

Baseabll guy #1: Utah
Me: Utah is not considered part of the Midwest.
Baseball guy #2: Oh man, dude, you're so dumb.
Me: I can Googlemap it and prove it to you.
Baseball guy #1: Fine. Google it.
Me: Here, look at this: Google image results for "The Midwest"
Baseball guy #1: Whatever, that's dumb. Doesn't make any sense.
Baseball guy #2: It's because when the original colonies were first settled,  it was all on the East Coast. Then, as expansion happened, everything relative to the original 13 colonies was considered "west". The region we know as "The Midwest" is really that because everything west of the Mississippi River was "The West" to people then. Come on, dude.

"Mexican Lessons"

The gates to the soccer field are locked. They're pretty easy to climb over, so most of the team has done that. A few stragglers have stayed behind.

Soccer girl 1: Come on, [soccer girl 2], you can do it! You're Mexican. This should be no problem for you!
Soccer girl 2: Hey, I'm only half Mexican. Rivers are no problem but fences came later. I never made it that far in the lessons!

I Love Animals

We have come to the end of our Belgium adventure. This last little gem is something that I overheard while we were eating at The Troubadour. Chloe, one of the workers at Leuven City Hostel (shameless plug, I know) recommended it to us. She takes her parents there when they come to visit. Works for us! Now, onto the reason that y'all are here:

"It's like I'm french-kissing an ox!"

Now I'll add context. Back story: one of the guys decides to order "ossetong in madeirasaus". That's Dutch for "ox tongue with Madeira sauce".

On a side note, ox tongue is actually pretty good. And technically, if we are using that logic, I have french kissed an ox as well.

Human Anatomy

I pulled a muscle in my back... the sacrum. No, no, now I remember...the lumbar.


For those of you unfamiliar with the anatomy of the low back:


The Sacrum
The Lumbar

Restroom Activities

Waiting for one of the athletes to come out of the restroom:

Sorry I was late guys. I was just sitting there and I got internet on my iTouch.

Steroids

Jesus is my HGH. Human growth Jesus.

I'm Baaaaack

So after spending a month as a track nomad in Belgium, I am back and will be updating this bad boy regularly again. In the spirit of my recent adventure, the next few weeks will be some of the gems that I overheard on my trip.


Rach

Wigs

It's the last day in Alabama. We are driving down Belt Line (which, is strange because I leave Texas, where I both live and work off of Belt Line, only to come to Alabama and find that our hotel and softball games will be on Belt Line) and I overhear this gem:

Softball player 1: Two wig stores on the same street? That's kind of weird.
Softball player 2: It's the South. That's all they do here is wear wigs.

Who Says We're Fat?

It's getting to be the end of our stay here in beautiful Decatur, AL. We have eaten out every meal since lunch on Monday, and since Northwood is paying for the meals, the girls tend to get the more expensive things on the menu and eat all of it because, well, why not?


Softball player 1: Guys, I feel so fat.
Softball player 2: We aren't fat, just heavy eaters.

If I Were an Animal

The softball girls have all assigned themselves a different animal based on personality and appearance. After five months of working with them, I have been given an animal.


Softball player: Rach, it took some thought, but I have finally figured out your animal. It just hit me -  you're an otter!!
Me: Why an otter?
Softball player: Well...you're kinda cute. And kinda muscle-y. And kinda chill. And really slim.


So, there you have it. I'm an otter.