<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:13:54.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Shirt Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't lead a bowling lifestyle so quit asking me if I want cheesy nachos.  For goodness sakes take your bowling ball somewhere else and spare me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-4762202831507257336</id><published>2007-06-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:06:15.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-4762202831507257336?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4762202831507257336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=4762202831507257336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/4762202831507257336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/4762202831507257336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2007/06/darts.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-7777024394258937622</id><published>2007-05-31T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:36:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-7777024394258937622?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7777024394258937622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=7777024394258937622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/7777024394258937622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/7777024394258937622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2007/05/kacy-kay-here-lettin-you-know-that-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-6499937722822494884</id><published>2007-05-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:26:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-6499937722822494884?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6499937722822494884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=6499937722822494884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/6499937722822494884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/6499937722822494884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-i-actually-went-bowling-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-6784634559928222487</id><published>2007-02-23T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:11:49.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I live at my parents house and they still make me cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-6784634559928222487?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6784634559928222487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=6784634559928222487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/6784634559928222487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/6784634559928222487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-jobless-broke-poor-i-have-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-5991571912812003499</id><published>2007-01-19T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:40:59.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-5991571912812003499?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5991571912812003499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=5991571912812003499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/5991571912812003499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/5991571912812003499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so-new-to-bowling-although-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115855048233534246</id><published>2006-09-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:48.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115855048233534246?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115855048233534246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115855048233534246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115855048233534246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115855048233534246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/09/uggggh-you-jokesters-dont-you-ever-tie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115457378714272815</id><published>2006-08-02T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:47.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115457378714272815?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115457378714272815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115457378714272815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115457378714272815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115457378714272815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-had-to-get-stitches-on-my-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115318138015189627</id><published>2006-07-17T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I broke down and went to Pinup Bowl in the Leawood of KCK.  I was feelin pretty good in my wifebeater and flipflops but dang it was a hot day!  When I was throwing the ball down the lane, my long hair kept getting stuck in the sweat of my pits and it would contort my head funny until I released the ball causing me to hit about three pins at a time.  It really hurt really bad.  The team of poloshirt wearing stuckup johnson countians next to me kept making comments about my hair.  They kept saying that my hair was so wyco cuz its shaped in a V on my back or something.  I guess I do need to get my roots as bright as the rest of my hair but geez.  Guess I better go get a coloring cap cuz now I'm kinda feeling really embarrassed and bad about myself.  I mean I do attract attention from guys but not really from any guys that are doing anything with their lives.  Someone who washes behind their ears would be nice cuz its all about the details.  It seems like only bowlerfreaks dig me and dig them I do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115318138015189627?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115318138015189627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115318138015189627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115318138015189627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115318138015189627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-broke-down-and-went-to-pinup.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115146510766328704</id><published>2006-06-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:47.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its one thing to have grass stain on your jeans.   Its another thing to have grass stain on the flesh of your knees...in public...at the bowling alley!  How does one get grass stain on his knees?  Don't tell me you have a slip and slide and that when you slipped you slided right off into the grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115146510766328704?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115146510766328704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115146510766328704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115146510766328704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115146510766328704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-one-thing-to-have-grass-stain-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115077114606847641</id><published>2006-06-19T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:47.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr. Bowlerman did you ever notice that your male buddy wears those little old school beaded friendship pins along his shoelaces?  What is that all about?  Like the poofball short tennis socks weren't enough or something?  I could understand it if the shoelace friendship pins were like bowling patches but they are not.  He is so stuck in the 80s.  The only thing that would make it even funnier is if he had a Hawaiian bowling shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115077114606847641?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115077114606847641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115077114606847641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115077114606847641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115077114606847641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115064190874050589</id><published>2006-06-18T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:47.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No you cheapbutt I will not accept a resizeable ring with a plastic gemstone glued inside.  Do I look like I'm 8?  Its not cute or romantic and I'm getting grossed out that you just licked off nacho cheese off your green-stained finger.  You are the type of guy who at your age thinks it is a nice gesture to pick dandelions out of your yard and put them in a vase but when you do that you are actually sending the opposite message.  What am I doing to attract you Mr Bowlerfreak?  Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115064190874050589?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115064190874050589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115064190874050589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115064190874050589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115064190874050589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-you-cheapbutt-i-will-not-accept.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115032617602882700</id><published>2006-06-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:46.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one goes out to Mr. Tony of Tonys Kansas City. The other day I emailed him to see if he knew how to work the system that puts people's websites on his website. And just out of nowhere I went ahead and asked if he could help me spread the word that I'm not a bowler and he even wrote about my website!! I can't believe it, I hardly never win anything and what Tony did was like giving me my 15 minutes of fame! I'm just a woman from the Dotte and he took my asking seriously.  I emailed him again and said I consider him a VIP and to visit my site anytime he wants. I would even give him some free tomatoes from my garden if he wants. My young coworker who went to college figured out how to add a technological number counter to my website and when he checked it, he said that 80 or so people looked at my website because of Tony. I don't know if that's a good number or not, but it sounds good to me. I don't even know if I know that many people in real life. So thank you Mr. Tony for helping me spread my message that I don't bowl, because I don't pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smart coworker just read this and said that I should add Mr. Tony's website so people can click it and see who I'm writing this about. So here it is &lt;a href="http://www.tonyskansascity.com"&gt;www.tonyskansascity.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115032617602882700?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115032617602882700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115032617602882700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115032617602882700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115032617602882700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-one-goes-out-to-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-115015409326067017</id><published>2006-06-12T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay you had to have seen that I was wearing flipflops.  FLIPFLOPS.  What does this mean?  Let me spell it out for you.  No socks!!  Bowlers always wear socks, uh yeah except for that time you walked over to the water fountain to rub on that fake tattoo on your ankle.  You were not wearing socks and your tat only accentuated that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-115015409326067017?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/115015409326067017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=115015409326067017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115015409326067017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/115015409326067017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-you-had-to-have-seen-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-114996189358500704</id><published>2006-06-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:46.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes you freak.  I have a rosen bag in my car.  But it is not what you think.  I place my hands in front of the air conditioner to cool them off then I pat the rosen on my fingers before I drive.  I figure that its safer that way.  If the bowling industry suggests it for bowling then it must mean something.  Just get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-114996189358500704?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114996189358500704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=114996189358500704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114996189358500704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114996189358500704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-you-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-114992380141347419</id><published>2006-06-10T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:45.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though I own a 14 lb marble bowling ball, it doesn't mean that it still fits on my fingers. My grip is different, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-114992380141347419?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114992380141347419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=114992380141347419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992380141347419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992380141347419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/06/even-though-i-own-14-lb-marble-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-114992455539181945</id><published>2006-02-03T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:46.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you judge the bowling shirt?  Its not like I have hotdog juice dripped on my collar.  For once I beg of you to please look past the bowling shirt.  Not like you have xray vision wierdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-114992455539181945?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114992455539181945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=114992455539181945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992455539181945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992455539181945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-you-judge-bowling-shirt-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-114992413714800710</id><published>2006-01-19T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:45.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My interests, just so you know, do not include bowling.  My favorite movie is not King Pin.  My favorite band is not Bowling for Soup.  And no, I haven't read Chicken Soup for the Bowler's Soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-114992413714800710?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114992413714800710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=114992413714800710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992413714800710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992413714800710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-interests-just-so-you-know-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-114992505853141865</id><published>2005-12-10T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:46.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I prefer to think of myself as an arcade hanger-outer rather than a bowler.  But sometimes it is hard to punch the buttons really fast when I'm wearing my bowling glove.  I can use up a roll of quarters within 10 frames of team bowling though.  But for the record I don't bowl on an actual team, just only when my friends occasionally bowl.  Then we're a team.  I am out of the "leaguer's" league.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-114992505853141865?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114992505853141865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=114992505853141865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992505853141865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/114992505853141865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-prefer-to-think-of-myself-as-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15729081.post-112484687491903730</id><published>2005-08-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:13:45.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just another bowling shirt</title><content type='html'>I'm not just a bowling shirt woman.  I'm more than that.  Don't you see?  It's a turquose bowling shirt, so that's got to tell you something about my personality.  Doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15729081-112484687491903730?l=bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112484687491903730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15729081&amp;postID=112484687491903730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/112484687491903730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15729081/posts/default/112484687491903730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bowlingshirtwoman.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-just-another-bowling-shirt.html' title='Not just another bowling shirt'/><author><name>Kacy Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698274082893374125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
