Darts. I love darts. What's a bowling alley or bar without a set of darts? In fact darts would probably enhance the look of women's bowling shirts. For you people who buy clothing you wouldn't understand this sewing statement. I do buy some clothing but cut it and sew it to make it my own. Adding darts to clothing makes the clothing tailormade so you know. And no I'm not talking about taping actual darts to the bowling shirt you geeko.

Kacy Kay here lettin' you know that if you haven't figured this out by now that this blog in loosely based on people I have met who fit the so-called Wyandotte County stereotype. In words this blog is fictional.

So I actually went bowling tonight. 164. My all-time high-score is a 181 which won me a trophy for the highest score in the league, which coincidentally I scored the same year as my all-time lowest score, a 13. I'm thinking my low score was either an 11 or a 13, it's gotta be a 13 because who could really score an 11 really now. Obviously I did not a score a strike when I won the 11, and the only way I could pull off a strike with the 11 is by having my team members strike outside the bowling alley with picket signs to get me the heck out of there.

I'm jobless, broke, poor, I have $6.50 to my name if you don't count what I owe, no gas for my car, and in poverty, and on unemployment. I dyed my own hair with a $2.50 of hair dye from Target or Wal-Mart, I'm wearing uglier pants than sweats with elastic at the bottoms and these pants resemble pants that I imagine Humpty Dumpty to wear, my tshirt has hairdye on it, my room is a mess and even when I clean it, it quickly becomes a mess again.

The jobless part is what stinks the most because I can't no longer speak to that super smart young guy who helps me with my stuff I publish here. He said that I can still call him for help, but maybe I have the hang of this thing by now. I'm jobless because one of my bosses didn't like my boots. At a job before that one, my boss there didn't like my orange shoes and I got fired soon after. I've gotten yelled at before because my shoes weren't white enough. I've even been yelled at for not wearing my school colors in my shoes back in the day. To exaggerate, I've been fired more times than a canon on a navy battleship. And I don't nderstand what this has to do with shoes. Maybe I should go bowling afterall.

Did I mention I live at my parents house and they still make me cry?

I feel so new to bowling although I am not new and I am not a bowler. In my approach I never start out at the dots next to the blower. I think thats for the fivestep approach. Im more of a threestep approacher. Perhaps I would get a faster fling and roll if I started back further but the threestepper allows me to control my wrist and ball better. I just showed this to that young smart guy at my place of business and he said that this idea was similar to what his mom says about pilates. I live in KCK so I have a smidget of an idea about what pilates is. I saw a workout video about pilates at Walmart or Kmart a while back. My coworker said that the slower you go the more control you have. He also said the lower you go the more control you have. I wonder if this could apply to bowling like doing the limbo in my approach. Maybe I'll try that next time.

Uggggh you jokesters don't you EVER tie my gigantoid laces together again! I had no clue Joey crawled under the bench and doubleknotted the ends of my laces together until I approached the lane in fullswing. It actually hurt punks. It did teach me how to do a Michael Jackson spin but I could have gotten really hurt. You toads are losers

So I had to get stitches on my inner lip this week and here's why. We ordered a round of what we like to call Grody Thumbelina shots, aka wild turkey shots we drain into the thumb holes of the bowling balls. Let's just say that next time I'll use the 8 pounder rather than the 14 pounder.