“Instead of bowling, Janie decided to entertain the on-lookers with her Irish Jig across the lanes.”
Perhaps inspired by Alice, I have made plans to go BOWLING on a date night with my husband and another couple. I have never really officially bowled before. Oh I have put on the shoes, ordered a beer and even picked out a ball. But I just sorta hovered around and kept letting other people take my turn. But for some reason I have this URGE to bowl this weekend. Now where is my red and white checked skirt for the night? Gosh I hope it isn’t at the dry cleaners with my aprons and party dresses.
UPDATE: Concourse Bowl in Anaheim? They wanted $40 an hour per lane with a 2 hour/ 2 lane minimum. So that is $160 bucks to go bowling! And the reservation girl actually thought she was helping the situation by saying ‘but shoe rental is included’ (which are all of $2.00 according to their site) So I called Lucky Strike in Orange. And I called and I called. NO ANSWER at all. So I twittered them. I emailed them. And now I am waiting. And while I am waiting I called good ol’Yorba Linda Bowl. No fancy sound system or neon lights and the decor at Yorba Linda Bowl is pretty much in a time warp from 1978 but guess what? They answered my call on the FIRST ring and while they don’t take lane reservations…they did tell me it is all of $5.00 a game. So Concourse Bowl? You are officially on my INSANE list. And yes, I have a list.
Okay the suspense is killing me.
Can anyone please tell me WHAT the top secret Christmas-tree shaped project is??? What could it be?
One of Marie’s dolls? How about plans for another creepy brother-sister talk show come back?
Maybe it is the book of Mormon as told by Father Osmond.
Oh someone tell me!
In an attempt to distance themselves from their Uncle Castro back in Cuba, the sisters added the ‘De-‘ to their last name when they came to America.
The helmet hair and bushy eyebrow trend can only be considered passive revenge for the whole Bay of Pigs thing.
We retaliated with The Jonas Brothers.
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I am one of those stupid people who actually open up their mass produced fortune cookie after Chinese food with the hope that it will contain actual wisdom passed down to me from Buddha himself. In my HEAD I know they are just made up stupidness printed at a factory in San Francisco, but part of me thinks ‘if God WANTED to get a secret message to me, this would be a perfect way to do it!’. yeah, I know. I am lame. So when I opened the first one I smiled….
And decided this was most certainly a message sent to me about the upcoming BlogCrush Blogger Ball. I mean it says GLAMOUR right in it!!! So then I went and pushed my luck and opened another one (hey they are fat-free ya know), and that was when I found this little tidbit of depression….
I mean seriously Fortune Cookie guy, what the heck? How the hell is this inspiring? How does this tell my fortune? It sounds like someone let Martha Stewart into your factory and she decided to remind us all the benefits of good time management. Well, knock it off Martha. After all, I have ‘glamour and excitement’ coming my way. And it might be coming SATURDAY. I don’t want to be too busy doing CHORES to miss it now do I?
You may recall I saw Santa recently at a car show, and last week I ran into him in Newport.
I wasn’t sure at first it was him, but the front of his shirt said ‘North Pole’ and the back?
Well, as you can see…I am certain it was HIM.
So I was thinking now that I have become a minister, I might want to start becoming other stuff too. You know just for a killer business card.
Marcy Massura
Wife, Mother, Blogger, Minister and Mystic Master Witch.
I am particularly attracted to the part in the ad which promises “Freedom From Worry”. I wonder if all witches are free from worry, why they are going around trying to eat children and turning perfectly handsome princes into frogs. For fun I guess. Of course you see a lot less of that these days. I guess the witches nowadays must go play on their Wii and practice Tetris when they get bored like the rest of us. Ooo I wonder if Witch certification comes with a black cat. Now that would be cool.
Yesterday we had another great time meeting friends at Joes Crab Shack in Newport Beach. (Remember our first visit?) That is my friend Dan showing off this King Crab leg to the table, with the killer Newport Bay view behind. I love this place because your food comes in a bucket, they have endless paper towels on the table and they have periodic dance breaks. What? What is a dance break? Well, here is a little video for you…the annoying dorky voice encouraging them is yours truly. Hey, I had two Bahama Mama cocktails at this point- so you are really lucky I wasn’t up there dancing too…
Now quick….turn on some music and have your own dance break. Trust me. Its fun.
Such a shame since he seemed so perfect when he asked her out. Tall, dark and handsome-plus a great VP position in the Marketing department.
But now, half way through the evening- all she could think about was getting her hands on a Diet Coke.
Next time she will know to ask before the date; ‘Pepsi or Coke?”
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*This post is dedicated to Suz. She is a Diet Coke girl. I am all Pepsi. But we still manage to be civil to each other because we are evolved like that.
Very rarely I come across an ad that is just funny all on its own. This one really doesn’t need my help at all.
Nothing says ‘alien’ like a guy on his knees with swim fins, a beanie with elastic and a nice red belt.
This is from the low effort budget department of the ad firm I guess.
Whooa. That’s heavy.
Apparently it was “I got JEW Babe” originally.
Happy Sunday Association readers.
Now go read your bible and “find out where music is coming from”.
