Yes, I am a Bowler

This may or may not surprise you, but I'm on a bowling league. I've been playing on a team with my dear friends Laurie and Empey for like, oh, a million years (slight exaggeration, but as evidenced by the hairstyles in the pics, it's been awhile). Our team is called, "We Don't Give a Split" and our bowling league starts tonight (it's a women's league called, "Women With Balls"). Hopefully this freaking headache will let me make it through more than one game (although at this point I'd much rather be in bed with an ice pack on my head). We actually took first place a few years ago and I've got a trophy on my desk to prove it (jealous?). I'm not going to lie to you - I'm not the world's greatest bowler. I mainly go to hang out with my friends and get some crocheting done (yes, I crochet in between my turns). Don't get me wrong, I enjoy bowling (with my bright pink Minnie Mouse bowling ball that glows in the dark) and my team even got me a super cute Hello Kitty bowling bag to carry my stuff (would you expect any less?), which I love. But the season is SO long - it starts tonight and goes until April. Ugh. By March I'm ready to gauge my eyes out and never look at another bowling ball for as long as I live. For some reason eight months of bowling seems like forever. But, it is fun and I do thoroughly enjoy my girls and time on the lanes....especially when I get a strike and do my little dance. Yep, that's right - I dance for joy when I do well. Once I got a 193 (I know you're impressed) and almost wore myself from all that dancing. Good times.