I think I've reached a blogging compromise. I will blog daily - via email - which I will post on the blog in the evenings. Let's see how that works, because I miss you guys! And it's much easier to read your blogs than it is to write my own!
Bowling started again last night. Our team bowled really well, which will probably screw us over for awhile. (read: we bowl well, we have high averages, we have low handicaps, we bowl crappy, we still get low handicaps…) I told the guys that we'll just have to keep getting better. They didn't really pay much attention to me. Phooey!
Udpates on the bowling characters…
Skeletor: I am pleased to report that Skeletor has still not taken a bite of any food type items.
Ms. Frumpy: Ms Frumpy has graduated from sweat pants to yoga pants with pockets…they are still made of sweatpant type material though - so, there ya go. And also, she couldn't help her kids with their homework and had to ask Mark and E how many centimeters are in a meter in order to help them. (let's not even mention that they are in HIGH SCHOOL) Anyway.
The Pajama Troll and her Unshorn Husband were nowhere to be found. ::glee::
Are you just like, uber-curious about how I bowled? I can't remember the exact details other than, I bowled a one-twenty-something and a one-fifty-something and some other number. I got a turkey! (only the second in my WHOLE LIFE! Oh, and a turkey is 3 strikes in a row!) and my average is 142. BAH! My average at the end of last league was 119. and I've bowled less than one game since then.And just for giggles, I found this article about a couple that go married in a bowling alley. I couldn't get a good scan on the picture...but another blog posted a photo of the bride here. (the groom isn't any prettier) The article talks about how the couple loves to bowl and the woman thought that the guy was kidding about getting married in a bowling alley, but then(!) it started to sound like a good idea. Um, yeah. The saddest part is, I'm not making fun of the locale. (I'd totally get married at the baseball field - well, maybe not married, engaged though. lol) Anyway, It wouldn't matter where they did it because these people are just so frightening that, frankly, the fact that they found love is truly a miracle. (I explained to Mark why some women might get a little bitter that they can't seem to get married and yet, this woman was able to find a husband.) Mark says the entire wedding party looks like Table 9. Good times.