Family Bowling

A couple of weeks ago we went to the bowling alley for family home evening. I'm not sure why, but I always envision bowling as a sport that belongs in the 50's. A game to be played in poodle skirts and leather jackets. Maybe it's the shoes--the fact that the look like they belong to another generation, or that I automatically hear the song "Let's bowl, Let's bowl, Let's rock and roll," in my head and see the scene from Grease when I smell the wax on the floor and hear the ball hitting the pins. In any case hear are the pictures from our family's night out.

Here are our shoes-check out how cute Cecilia's are.

Dad and the girls getting ready to knock down the pins.

Here is Anna, she wanted to do everything on her own and ended up with 64-Great Job!


Here is Cec and Scotty. Cec was less interested in the actually bowling as she was picking out balls with Disney characters, but she still had a great time.

When I was younger I used to bowl all the time. My Grandpa owned part of the bowling alley in Malad and I used to go there all the time. I would have a Dr. Pepper and a bag of Funions and bowl and bowl and bowl. I got pretty good and even competed a little bit, so whenever Scotty and I bowl he makes sure it becomes a competition. He wins rarely, but he tries and considering that I'm so pregnant I think he thought he'd have an advantage. We had the bumpers up for the girls and at one point Scott used the bumper to get a pin. When I asked him about it he said something along the lines of, "I play the game that's being played." Later in the game I accidentally hit the bumper and got 9 pins. I ended up beating him by five pins and he of course complained and said that the pins earned by hitting the bumper shouldn't count, to which I responded, "Hey, I play the game that's being played."