Join Me in Snarkville

I went out like I went in.  I know all of you are looking for the bowling update, so, it is simple.  We played the best team on the league last night and did very well.  Out of the total possible 3 points I could have picked up, I walked out with 1.5 (as a team we kicked butt — and I helped).  I’m not upset, my first two games were awesome, then as suddenly as it all began, I stopped having fun, I stopped laughing and my game fell apart.  There’s a joke at the alley that when the Prince excels, I do not and this is exactly what happened.  He’s ok with it, and I’m ok with it — but I think we may need to be different teams next year. (more…)

Wow, I can’t believe that it is really over. (And Shh, don’t tell Prince, but I think I might miss it.)   Tonight, yep, folks, tonight, is my last ever bowling league night of the season.  It is truly my swan song.

Now, the question remains if I’ll bowl in a league again, and the answer is probably yes.  Though, I’d really like to bowl better, I’m thrilled to be leaving this season with an average that is 15 pins over my entry average.  To me that is a great improvement.

Prince is in the running for a points award and I will probably end the season with a pin and a patch from my accomplishments (one for my high series and one for a high game).  All and all, it has been a good season.

Here’s the life lessons I think I have learned at bowling night:

• Hurry up, we are paying too much for babysitting.
• Never have a fight with the spouse then try to bowl.
• Relax and have fun — I can not bowl well, if I’m not smiling.
• Even if bowling 40 pins over his average, Prince will ALWAYS declare he is doing poorly.  This is a fact I’ve tried to fix too many times, causing the fights — now I’m choosing to accept it — and more importantly ignore it.
• If you are hungry, ask the kitchen if pizza or burgers will come out first.  Shockingly, they know the right answer and are willing to help.
• If the bar lady says you must have a wrist band for a pitcher of water,  you must have a wrist band for a pitcher of water — it is too much energy wasted to argue the non-alcoholic nature of the water and the hair-pulling nature of the wrist band.
• Knitting and bowling don’t mix as well as one might hope.  And for the record, I’m over hearing “Less yarn, more bowling.”
• And finally, the math geek in me really digs the physics of all of this.

Yes, I’ve had a good season.  I’m sad that it is coming to an end, but it is time for me to do other things, like SeaSocks and have a summer and more travel…oh, my.

So, I plan to clean the bowling balls today, have a good game, and celebrate the successful end to my very first league season.

When we were in Vegas, we had some graffic work done on the MINI. It was really fun to watch a good friend of ours work on the car, but mostly because he kept declaring that he had “mad skills, with two D’s and two Z’s”

So while at bowling this week, Prince reminds me of this joke which caused me to laugh and laugh — as if it were really all that funny. But the relaxing and laughing pushed me into have a good night again — which was good, because I had been tanking for a few weeks. (more…)

I swear to you, I went to bed on Monday and woke up; it was Thursday.  Seriously, I remember too many times when I’d be begging for Thursday to come by 10am on Monday and it just wouldn’t. Time would stand still and not move, but this week is flying by.

However, that it not the point.  The point is that I have a headache.  Yes, perhaps not having had caffeine in nearly 48 hours might have added to my eyeballs wishing to be released from the depths of my skull; but surely this isn’t withdrawl, right?

Again, not the point?

Duke has invented a new game: (more…)

I hope it comes as no shock to you that I have certain areas where I’m truly comfortable. Certain worlds where I come alive and shine. Ok, so there are certain places where I totally dominate the room because I’m an obnixous, over-bearing bitch with no concern for the opinions or theories of others. Oh, gee I really hope the last one is the over statment I mean it to be, lest I really need to sit down and examine my complete lack of social skills.

Amoung these “in my element” places are NOT car repair locations NOR a bowling alley.

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Oh what a seriously wild ride of a day, the residents of Snarkville had yesterday.  If you saw it in a teen drama, you would TOTALLY think this thing “NEVER” happens.  But oh, it so did.

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Yes, there has been week one of the bowling. Oh my — we had fun and enjoyed the playful “trash talk” with our team and others. So here’s a recap of the night — by the numbers. (more…)

No, this is not the beginning of some truly dull joke. No, in fact, it is the beginning of the really sad story of the mouse.

Mr. Mouse (now, I’m only going to assume that Mouse is in fact a Mr and not a Mrs — as I want to think at that hour only Mr. Mouse would be out as Mrs. Mouse is home with all the little mouselettes) was wandering through the various farms of Snarkville. I’m betting that he was coming home from the local Mousey Pub. He was running late, the Mrs. is going to be ticked and he has to get up early to go to his mouse job tomorrow morning. He had ONE.LAST.ROAD. to cross. In his rush and drunken stupor, he didn’t stop and look both ways. No, Mr. Mouse scurried out and across the street. He got 3/4 of the way and finally the thought, “wow, I can see so well — where’s this light coming from?” entered his mind. Mr. Mouse stopped, he turned, he ran back to the halfway point ….

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I love my mailman.  I love him from the top of his pith helmet hat (in high quality white plastic) down to his black socks and shoes that he wears with his short pants.  I love him despite his many vacations causing my mail to arrive sometime between 10am and 5pm without warning.  But I do love my mailman.

Why?

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