On this sunny Wednesday,
I just logged on to say...
The stupid game of bowling
I will no longer play
We came to the bowling alley
For some good, clean, family fun
To celebrate the birthday
Of my nine year old little one
The game started out quite nicely
I even had a hunch
My score might get too far ahead
I'd have to pull a punch
But bowling, well, it's not my game
I lost to hubby fair and square
In fact, I lost so badly
I started to despair
But the part that most frustrates me
that I didn't even see
Is that everybody beat me
Even the youngest three
Don't you love how I do wordless?!
I think the photography is the problem here. If I had better pictures they could stand alone. I'm going to have to talk to the photographer, er, my husband and make sure he does a better job next time.
Well actually, the real problem is that some creative genius (ahem... cough... my husband... cough... cough) put our nicknames up on the scoreboard and they got truncated and you can't really tell who got what score. And no, I'm not just fussing like a spoiled kindergartner because my husband totally kicked my tail bowling. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my ego is royally bruised, possibly even fractured, by the fact that even my 6 year old (although I really should mention they'll be 7 very soon) twins beat me. Many people like me, who are somewhat competitive, might even be smarting over such a stinging loss three days later.
Thank God I'm not like that.
22 comments:
That is absolutely why I will not wear bowling shoes. How is a girl supposed to navigate the pins when she spends all of her "athleticism" trying to remain upright?
PS: Men should not cross their feet like that when they lean forward to roll the ball, perfectly centered, down the lane. They look like they're curtsying backwards. It's very distracting. And NOT MANLY.
I stink at bowling too. It's ok. We both excel at blogging, although Wordless Wednesday never really worked for me either.
The ability to bowl is highly overrated! We always have fun for like ten minutes and then we realize that we suck and are cheering the varoius ways we achieved a gutter ball. LOL
I live kids' bowling parties because they will put those gutter blocking thingies in there and I can finally bowl! I can't beat the kids - but I can roll the ball and sometimes it makes it to the end:)
I've been talked into going bowling friday night.
This is going to be so ugly - I can feel your pain.
LOL! Thank goodness you are way to mature to still be upset about it!!!
Bowling is harder than it looks... I would have lost to you for sure!
I decided that bowling can no longer be considered a sport. It is truly based on luck. Like fishing (although he will never admit it), and poker. Have no fear, just remember that rabbit's foot next time. Good try, cute poem.
So what you're saying is that you suck so bad at bowling, that the twins beat you:)?
Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha
Kathy B
Garfield says: Only wear me as a sarong IF you strategically place ne...Remember: People will be reading.
As for bowling: Lesson 1: it sucks. but so do you at it so you are even. The kids beating you...that was just youthful ignorance not knowing about Lesson 1. hope this helps
I am glad you are not wordless because that little diddy was funny! I stink at bowling too...and sadly, I have taken to using the 5-pound ball that the lady at the desk hands the girls. (Although those finger holes sure are small!) Man, can I whip that thing down the alley. I just can't get it to go straight...damn gutters.
Hey when Wenda stops by for that champagne, have her call me, the J-town cops are looking for her
..we went bowling last saturday, and I lost....I always lose, but guess, what??? I rocked it! :-) Your wordless Wednesday is cute!!
Every time little kids beat me at something I just go look at my shoe collection. And my bank statements. HA! beat THAT brats!
I can't go bowling with my husband. He freaks out if his shoes don't work well and throws tantrums like a little girl.
Know what makes bowling even more fun? A Snuggie!!
While you might have lost fairly, I'm sure you had the cutest bowling ball there! Look at the pink...you go girl!
BTW the last time I played I had a lower score than any of you, so don't feel bad.
Maybe it can be "whimsical Wednesday"? I can't think of a "W" word that means "poem," but I enjoyed yours (much more than I have ever enjoyed bowling).
I LOVE the pink bowling ball!
You're just too darn cute, though. You make losing to kids look chic.
I agree with Evenshine...
You are quite the poet, Kathy B! I don't think I could come up with that good of a rhyme, no matter how long I tried.
So, here I am, waiting for my glass of champagne. Is it still chilled? I hope we will be drinking with all of our mutual friends that I see in your sidebar. You run with a great group of SITStas!
Warning: PeeWee is a loud drunk.
-Wenda
Bowling alleys are for drinking, not really bowling.
Don't feel bad. At least you weren't dragged to the bowling alley twice a week because your mom is a wonderful bowler and forced you to learn, tried to force you to complete and now you can only hit the pins if you close your eyes because you can actually hear your mom nagging and correcting you as you stand staring at those pins knowing you're better than this.
Or maybe that's just me.
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