102, 115, 119...
I bowled two games better than my average of 104. This is a good thing. I think this brings my average up to 108. I am ON FIRE! Everyone loved my shoes. Well, at least that's what they told me. For all I know in their heads they were like "What was she THINKING with those multicolored things???" But to my face they were all "Those are great!" Whatever. I totally love them. And they were comfy. And I bowled well. For me that is...not compared to other people. But I know one person, one MALE bowler in fact that I totally beat last night.
Because he was sitting in jail.
Yeah, around the second frame, 4 uniformed, bullet proof vest wearing officers came in to the bowling alley, walked right up to the lane, TOOK THE BALL OUT OF THIS GUY'S HAND, cuffed him, read him his rights and walked his ass out the door. DRAMA! At the bowling alley! On my second night! This was exciting and scary. My next few frames were not so good. I insisted our whole team should be given treatment for post traumatic stress...it was the freakiest thing ever. But I pulled it out in the end. I overcame the stress, because I'm a winner! From that point forward, our team motto for the evening, no matter how bad the gutter ball or how upsetting the open frame, we would shout "At least we're not in jail." It caught on. Pretty soon even the men were howling "at least we're not in jail" after throwing a bad ball. It was brilliant.
Wanna know what's really awesome about my team? They laugh at my stupidity and GET IT and I get them. They like to quote old stupid movies, they get my old song references...they like to celebrate strikes old school with white girl versions of the running man and roger rabbit. They know what "spirit fingers" means. BRILLIANT.
I can't bowl next Thursday because of a conflict. Part of me is very sad, because we won last night and it's fun. But I gotta tell ya...these last two Friday mornings. Yowzers. Going to bed at midnight sucks.
Alex had a great practice yesterday. At the end they were practicing penalty shots and he had some great upper corner strikes. Hurrah! Kevin said that the coach is teaching Owen some more difficult plays at QB. Apparently his faith in our offensive line is waning, and he feels like his best shot is to try and get Owen to do some tricky stuff. This could be really good...or it could be really, really bad. We'll see next Sunday.
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Okay "spirit fingers?" Are you talking "jazz hands?" Maybe it doesn't translate exactly across state borders, but I know jazz hands (see cheerleaders circa 1985) but have never heard of spirit fingers. Please fill me in.
Spirit fingers are jazz hands with your fingers wiggling. Jazz hands are for show choir - spirit fingers are for cheerleaders. It's a "Bring it On" thing - I love that movie.
Think about the cheerleaders after they've finished some great cheer and then they all bust out and stick their hands in the air wiggling their fingers while nodding aggressively and smiling largely and yelling "Yeah! Number One! WHOOOOH!"
Now you understand spirit fingers.
My day feels complete. I'm now ready for a two-hour nap (and it's on 9:30 on the West Coast). Thanks!
I knew there was a reason I always beat the shit out of the cheerleaders in school
Sunday I bowled a 165, 199, 194. That was after playing 90 holes of golf from Friday through Sunday morning. We went to Gull Lake for a golf getaway. It was a great weekend.
Now, the Thursday prior I didn't bowl so well. 158, 194, 127 (ouch). But that was at Westchester on wood lanes as opposed to the sinthetic lanes that Inman's has. It's a big difference...Ok, I'm still catching up.
I don't get the Roger Rabbit reference? How did he celebrate?
Yeah, I've never seen anyone arrested at bowling. I've felt like I've bowled bad enough that the bowling police were going to take me away but that, of course, has never happened.
What did he do? Drugs or was he a molester?
Those look like good scores, Jimmer...can't wait til Thanksgiving bowling!
I'm bowling on wood lanes now, does that mean I'll do better at Inman's, too???
Roger Rabbit is a dance - I'll do a hysterically bad rendition the next time I see you.
I don't know why he got arrested...I'm hoping to get the scoop next week (can't bowl this week, I have a meeting).
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