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Lois’ friend Brooke just returned from a six-week educational program in Japan bearing souvenir shirts for my three eldest:

For Lois – who plans to wear it the first day of school

For Rachel – You may need to read this more than once for understanding.  Or not.

For Hannah – Who’d like to know who, too?

I was chuckling reading these shirts’ messages, remembering some advertising slogans that didn’t translate well.  I ran across them about eight years ago, launching the original SBC Espanol site.

Coors’ “Turn It Loose” in Spanish became “Suffer from Diarrhea.”

The Dairy Association’s “Got Milk?” in Spanish translated to “Are You Lactating?”

Pepsi’s “Come Alive with the Pepsi Generation” morphed into China’s “Bring Your Ancestors Back from the Grave.”

KFC’s “Finger Lickin’ Good” translated to “Eat Your Fingers Off” in Chinese.

“Jolly Green Giant” in Arabic became “Intimidating Green Ogre.”

The chicken slogan, “It takes a strong man to make tender chicken” was translated into Spanish as “It takes an aroused man to make a chicken affectionate.”

Those slogans are every translator’s nightmare.

Maybe even T-shirt slogan translators?!

Lois and Brooke at our church’s “Around the World” Women’s Spring Fling – Who knew she’d be a world traveler so soon?!  Ah, Brookie-san – frank you!

Forgive me, (it’s) Father(‘s Day), for I have sinned.  It’s been two weeks since my last blog.

The Woodworth summer has – to date – been a learning experience.

Keith is learning more about WordPress and has added “Recipes” and Library”  tabs to the top nav of This Reminds Me.  Very cool!  But the weather is not.  I am learning that by the time I drag off the bus in the evening, the heat has sucked the life right out of me and anything above “maintain” is an effort.  Watch for more content on those tabs soon.  Or at least as soon as I stop sweating.

Hannah continues to learn cake decorating, but kept it simple today for her daddy – a chocolate cake w/cow sprinkles and a side message of “From #3.”

When Keith stumbles over one of the girls’ names while hollering instruction, he often resorts to numbers.  Hannah is #3.  I do what my mom always did – just start hollering in order and stop when I hit the right one.  Julia is often designated the exotic-sounding RachLoHanJu.

Lois continues to learn/study Latin for the national competition in Fargo next month.  Yes, Latin.  Yes, Fargo, North Dakota.

Keith and I want her to watch the movie so she’ll know what to expect in Fargo, eh?

Lois is also learning to drive – taught by her (sainted) father.  He also taught Rachel, but says Hannah is learning at a school.  And Julia the Daredevil?  No driving until she’s at least 30.

We all had a good time learning about “Joseph in Egypt”  at Vacation Bible School (VBS) last week.

The Egyptians formerly known as Lois and Rachel worked 3rd & 4th grade VBS….

…which, coincidentally, their favorite princess was attending.

Hannah learned she liked working with Younger 4′s – the same age she was when we joined the church. Her teacher then – Ms. Sandra (kneeling) – also worked the Younger 4′s in VBS.  We shared hearty chuckles over preschooler Hannah licking the hand rail of the staircase, etc.

Rachel is learning Economics in an online summer school class.  Yesterday, she learned a real economic lesson, as evidenced by our nearly-simultaneous Facebook posts.

The lesson:  It is expensive to be completing a legal U-turn when a speeder behind you is swerving into oncoming traffic.

Our Sunday School classes always take prayer requests.  After church today, Rachel asked Julia, “Did you pray for me today and thank God I wasn’t hurt in the accident?”  Julia looked at her and said, “No.  You’re not even dead.”

Lesson learned:  Don’t ask unless you want to know.

I learned 19 years ago that I was married to best father ever.

Happy Father’s Day, Keith.  Let’s hope we survive the next decade or two of lessons.  xoxoxo

One of my favorite things about living in San Antonio is our neighborhood pool.  We’re there almost every weekend, plus a weeknight or two.   It’s the largest in the area (other than at the country club, to which we don’t belong – imagine that.)

The water is cool , the neighbors are warm and Julia’s diving is hot.

Here’s what I’ve learned at our neighborhood pool:

10. You can learn to dance by going barefoot on the walk to the car.

9.  If you want a dry book, read at the library.

8.  A Sonic Route 44 Diet Cherry Limeade tastes best with a dash of chlorine.

7.  C-sections really did used to be vertical, didn’t they?

6.  Nothing says “roll down the windows” like a forgotten, wet, lotion-greased towel baked in the car overnight.

5.   A splashed pizza box and napkins dumped in the trash can is my favorite way to do Friday night dishes.

4.  When the middle school boys arrive – it’s time to go.

3.  “Woe to she who adjusteth my goggles strap.”  1st Rebecca 6:5

2.  I wish everything in my life could smell like Dreamsicle-y  Ocean Potion 30.

And the #1 thing I’ve learned:

1.  The extra-warm baby pool is to be avoided.

We’ve had art in the front yard today.

And on it, too.