pancakes and memories

This semester I am taking an oral communications class. I already really like it. We are asked to give speeches every class period, usually only about a minute to a minute and a half at most. This week our teacher wanted us to speak about our favorite dish. This was somewhat hard for me because I really just like any food! I love trying new dishes, food from different cultures, and plates with lots of flavors. However, when I really thought about it, I thought about pancakes. yup, pancakes. Specifically, applesauce cinnamon pancakes. They remind me of my weekend mornings with my dad. I would sit on the counter while he made pancakes for all of us, and he would specially make those applesauce cinnamon ones for him and me. We were the only ones who liked them.  It is such a simple dish and a simple memory but one that I will always cherish.

hockey, hockey, hockey

My favorite sport of all time to watch is HOCKEY. Seriously. My parents have had San Jose Sharks season tickets ever since I was a little girl. I have been to so many games I have lost track. I love the intensity that is felt in the arena. I love how the fans are so hardcore. Everyone yells, screams, cheers, boos. It is so much fun. It is so serious that you can't even leave or come back to your seat until the play is over. We hockey fans don't want you to interrupt or get in our way. Not to mention hockey players just seem so attractive to me for some reason. They push, shove, get knocked down and back up again, and they fight. Like real men. One time my favorite player got hit in the face with a puck, left for stitches, came back, got hit again, had more stitches done and came back yet again! Like seriously. They are TOUGH. So of course when another lockout happened I was depressed. Like what? I have to watch basketball? the NBA? uhh no thanks. they are wimps. And football is over so soon! (Go 49ers btw!) So when the owners and players finally agreed....lets just say I was one happy girl. I don't show much excitement nor do I really get excited about a ton of things, but I cannot contain my excitement about this hockey season! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

This guy is my favorite player. Patrick Marleau

yup, loyal fan since I was little. Sharks fashion show. What up.

Keep Calm and seriously....just ask for help.

Okay, so I honestly reaaaally dislike asking others for help. Of course I feel okay asking my parents for support, advice and favors, but I always know that they will. I mean they say its their job! When it comes to asking friends sometimes its hard. I just don't want to put anyone out or make their day inconvenient or anything. However, there are times when you have to give in and just freaking ask them for their help! The funny thing is I don't know why I think those things. If any of my friends asked me I would in a heartbeat. (at least I hope that's my mentality) I feel that I would do anything for them if they asked!

Anyways, this past week was one of those weeks. I needed a lot of help. I needed a few rides to and from the ER, I needed a few blessings, rides to and from the pharmacy, I needed food, I needed a ride to school, from school, to school, from school....when I was too sick or the time my car died in the middle of the intersection. Someone stayed with me for an entire hour while I waited for the tow truck. I needed rides to and from the airport due to lack of a car. Then a ride to the car place when it was fixed. Phew. That was a lot of things. And a lot of people to ask for help. I am grateful for the experience though. It really humbled me and made me realize that I can't do everything myself. That's why we have family and friends. We are here to help one another and to make everyone's burdens a little lighter. So blessed to have great family and friends in my life who watch over me. So just wanted to say T H A N K S. You know who you are ;) So when things get hectic in life just Keep Calm and seriously....just ask for help.

"What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"

                                                                                             -George Eliot