Nanny Goats Soap Box
You could pay kids to keep score for you? Another memo I never got! All those Tuesday nights spent trying to check the math of a drunken teammate (or cheating *oops* drunken opponent) and I coulda paid a bored teenager to take care of the whole mess for us? Gah!
Damn... this means I'm older than you doesn't it?
damndamndamn...
Yuck!!! I cannot stand kids toys in nursery's and waiting areas. They are infested with germs and I always feels I need to spray my spawn and myself down with disinfectant after we visit anywhere with these.
Ahhh, the seriousness a bowler takes to their game. The only time I bowl is late night scotch-doubles with plenty of alcohol flowing which makes me worse as the night goes on. One or two drinks 178 - lost count of the drinks 57... hehe
And look at you...WOW!! Congratulations.
I can't even imagine the fine upstanding citizens that must have had the job of babysitting at the bowling alley...OMG. You are incredibly well adjusted for living through that.
I'm feelin' your bowling alley pain. I graduated to actual bowling lessons. Duck Pin. Srsly.
I hate bowling. For some reason, all my friends loved to go bowling, so every single group date was at a bowling alley. My average was a sparkling 107. This is the 3rd bowling entry I've read lately. Now I feel obligated to blog about my bowling misadventures.
UGH. I HATE BOWLING.
I feel you, except I spent my youth in the nursery at Jazzersize...toys as broken as the dreams of the chubby ladies...
I kinda like that lysol-shoey smell.
It reminds me that my job aint so bad.
You mean to tell me that I finally win an award and it's all worn out?
Oh well, yesterdays' triumphant jubilee becomes todays 'flyer on the windshield wiper', just that quick.
(..enter day 3)
The only good thing I can say about bowling, is that it's one of the few sports you can play drunk. With that said, watching it on TV is right up there with watching fishing, or golf, or partaking in oral surgery.
OHhhhh man instead of a bowling ally my parents were part of a very smokey CB club...breaker breaker 19 I am so not kidding...
Congrats on your awards you so dersve them and if you dont mind i would LOVE to add you to my list of "blogs i stalk"
Eight or ten repeat viewings of Kingpin might help alleviate the trauma of your childhood in the bowling alley ...
(I was lucky. I whined until they gave me quarters.)
Yeah, I gotta say, I'm pretty damn glad i wasn't tortured by bowling until adulthood. At least i could drink to ease the pain. 
Yeah, I gotta say, I'm pretty damn glad i wasn't tortured by bowling until adulthood. At least i could drink to ease the pain.
I grew up in a back room of the local VFW. There it was the sawdusty (from the shuffle board) whiskey-soaked wood oder that permeated your clothing.
Congrats on the awards. I've been meaning to redo my blogroll and you are difinitely one I love to stalk.
I had a high school "fit for life" class that taught us how to score bowling. This was right after the section on badminton. Good times...thanks for the memories.
I had a high school class "fit for life" where we learned how to manually score bowling. This was after the badminton section...good times..thanks for the memories.
Eww...your bowling alley description was so vivid I think I can smell the dirty shoes from here. You should try bowling on the Nintendo Wii. It might make you actually enjoy the strange sport again!
Your bowling story is really quite sad ... eww I couldn't think of anything worse. Terrible what parents put their kids through. Not at all surprised that you hate the bloody sport now.... Watching it on TV ... I would rather stick needles in my eyes thank you!
I have never understood the fascination with bowling. I tried it once. The music was so loud you couldn't talk without screaming and I broke a nail (not just a girlie break either...the kind where you think your thumb might get gangrene). That was enough excitement for me!
I have never understood the fascination with bowling. I tried it once. The music was so loud you couldn't talk without screaming and I broke a nail (not just a girlie break either...the kind where you think your thumb might get gangrene). That was enough excitement for me!
You live in two cities? Are you me? Don't you hate it that you think you have something in one place and when it's too late, you realize it's at the other place? I have something like 5 containers of mustard at one place and none at the other. I can only remember I'm out someplace....just not which place.
You live in two cities? Are you me? Don't you hate it that you think you have something in one place and when it's too late, you realize it's at the other place? I have something like 5 containers of mustard at one place and none at the other. I can only remember I'm out someplace....just not which place.
I don't bowl much, but enjoy it when I do. But now you've got me to thinking about why I might not enjoy going to church.
When I was a wee one, my mom would bring my sisters and I to church with her. We didn't get to sit with her. We had to go to the basement for bible study.
I hated it. It was boring. The basement was always cold, dull and musty smelling.
I NEVER thought to be thankful my parents didn't bowl - but now I am. Thanks! I added you to my blog roll too! Sorry it took so long!
i have the same kind of problem with baseball....
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p.s. congrats for being awesomely awesome. maybe ill make an award for you too!
I used to work with ladies who bowled in a league and they'd come in every week with tales of league intrigue and catfighting. If they ever do a Real Housewives of New Castle County Delaware, they'll be all set.
For me Acorn King said it best--oh, the pain. Congrats.
I recently referred to my experience as a kid at the bowling alley and you described it perfectly.
We never went anywhere when I was a kid. Too many kids, not enough time -- or money. So at the ripe old age of 12, I jumped on the opportunity to be on a bowling league at the alley near our house. I was one helluva pin smasher, and I got a trophy to prove it (though no one knows where it is now). It was only as a grown up that I realized my age-12 top bowler score of 120 was not going to be hard to beat. That is, until I tried to beat it and couldn't . . .
KJ
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