Let there be bowling

In my next life, there will be an alley, some gutters, some pins and a ball. Don't forget the bowling shoes. If I had to bowl in tennis shoes, the universe would begin to unravel... It will have long straight lanes. For straigt is the way and narrow is the gate that leads to salvation.

On the other hand...

Courtney and Jake and Andrew were not that good. We occassionaly got a strike or a spare. Even a blind elephant finds a peanut. Well, at least they look good. The weird deja vu thing about the event, was hearing the music I had heard in that very place thiry years prior. Sweet Home Alabama, Life's Been Good to Me So Far. I felt I had flashed back to the seventies. That would be neat....

Bowling Alley Fun...

We made the trek, on Andrew's birthday, to the bowling alley of my youth. We rent shoes that people that bowl have worn many times before us. We trust that the aerosol can has killed the toenail fungus that we fear is lurking in the deep recesses of bowling shoes. We find multi colored bowling balls and try to look dignified--or even competent--as we slings these things down the alley. Turns out on the second game that Mom pretty much spanks all of us... We wonder... is she a closet bowler? She bowls a 155. Oh well... beginners luck. Or is it?...

Good Week

Well it started on Saturday with Andrew's birthday. We did lunch at Benihana, took him to Sam's and bought him an iPod Nano - purple. It has 8 gigs of memory. Then we went to the youth dance and were tuckered out by the time that was over. Sunday was the anniversary of my Dad's death. I cannot believe it has been four years. So tonight was Jake's court of honor. He is an eagle scout!! Yes... here is a photo of the event. Jake Jones - Eagle Scout.