Suthern’s Place

Good thing I have a laptop

Otherwise I’d never get shit done!

I’ve lost it

I completely lost it last night. I couldn’t believe it. And good grief was it ugly.

And no, I’m not talking about my temper. It actually takes quite a lot to make me lost that!

I’m talking about my rhythm. In bowling.

You see, everyone has a natural rhythm. How they go up to the line, hold the ball, step off, etc.

Well, last night I completely lost mine. It’s like I couldn’t remember a damn thing I’d been taught. I couldn’t even remember how the hell to step off the line. I was like a walking zombie. I couldn’t place the ball right, I was letting the ball release way to damn early and “thunk”, I’d drop the damn ball, instead of letting it just roll off my fingers. What the fuck!

Of course it probably didn’t help that we had complete and utter morons on either side of us.

If you’ve never been bowling or even if you have, there is something called bowling etiquette. If someone is at the line, you wait until that person has at least stepped off the line or better yet, wait until they actually release before you go running up and chucking your damn ball down the lane. It’s distracting. Especially for someone like me who actually needs to concentrate to remember what the hell she’s supposed to do. But noooo, these asswipes didn’t wait for shit. They’d just march their happy asses right on up there and chuck that fucking ball like a damn horseshoe. Fucking asswipes. Opening bowling sucks.

See, usually I don’t have this issue because we go early Sunday mornings (for this very reason I might add), but unfortunately they had a PBA championship playing at Red Rock for the past two Sundays and we couldn’t get in. So we’ve been forced to either go at night or go to other lanes.

Anyway, last night was horrible. I was all over the place. I was getting frustrated which obviously didn’t help matters, at all. I wasn’t making my spares and I actually guttered the fucking ball twice (see asswipe comment above).

When we got home G$ “encouraged” me to get the ball back out and practice in our hallway. You know what? I can fucking bowl at home. Why in the hell couldn’t I do that at the lanes? Gah!!

I better get my rhythm back while actually bowling. And soon! Because that shit sucked.

Next time some fucker just rolls up on me, I’m going to throw my ball at them. I hope it hurts too!

Monte Carlo fire

http://www.klas-tv.com/Global/story.asp?S=7774764&clienttype=mobile

Reprisals at Khankala

Helluva name huh?

Got this from Avi, but have seen it quite a few places…

Let’s make a band:
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title is the name of your band.

2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Now take your pic, add the band name and title to it, then post it.
Hey! We’re all rockstars now!

Here’s mine:

I’ve got stinky balls

Yep, you read that right. I have stinky balls. At least that’s what G$ tells me anyway. But they are stinky in a good way.

In the past month or so, hence the no writing in the blog thing, we’ve or should I say I, have taken up a new hobby.

Bowling.

HA! Yep, me and G$ have started bowling. I have my own balls and everything.

See…

And they smell. For some reason this manufacturer adds scent to their balls. Go figure. The purple/green one is supposed to smell like red currant and the navy/orange smells like oranges

Anyway, I’ve made huge progress. Going from bowling a mere 70-80 per game to 166 this past Sunday. Progress people!!

And it’s so much fun. Though when I screw up it’s frustrating as hell.

So yeah. Now you all know about my stinky balls