Bowling for Turkey

I didn't get a turkey on Thanksgiving.

Well, I ate turkey, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the three strikes in a row turkey. But, and here's where I pinky promise I'm not lying, I did get multiple strikes and for the very first time in my life got a score above not only 85, but 100.

Nathan promised to take me out to ice cream if I bowled a 300. If you combined my scores of the five games we played, I got way more than that. Unfortunately, he didn't mean combined. That's ok, we've got sherbet in the freezer.

Janeen, I know what you're thinking. (I think you're the only Rick's College roommate that reads my blog, right? If there are others, please fess up. Admitting it is the first step to recovery.) You are thinking No way, Kellie. I saw you bowl at Ricks. We took a class and you sucked. Well, Janeen. You would be right. I did suck. I am pretty sure that my average bowling score in that class was 60 and that the written part of the final is what saved me from actually getting a C in that class. I have no idea what happened on Thanksgiving. My first ball I got a strike and then they just kept coming.

Actually, when we got home and told my parents who were kindly watching the kids, I attributed it to the beautiful bracelet my mom got me for Christmas.

Ok, so you know how I said we played 5 games? After the first two we thought our arms were pretty much done (see how in shape we are?) but because we paid to play for two hours and only half an hour had passed, we thought we should play another one. After that third game we thought we'd gotten little bit of a second wind in our arms and decided to play a fourth. That was probably our worst game . . . except for the fifth one which we both played left handed since our right arms were shot. Still, I won three of the games we played (including the left handed game) and scored above 100 in the first three games and a 99 in the fourth. Some of you who know me well are probably thinking, like Janeen, Um, Kellie? You're left handed. Remember? Duh, I remember. But the only things I do with my left hand are write and eat (and I eat with my right hand a lot of the time, actually). Yeah, I can switch hit, but I haven't actually played softball in a long time. Everything else is strictly right hand.

Don't worry though. I'm sure the next time I go bowling (we go like 3 times a year) I'll be back to normal.

Bowling, anyone?