Yesterday while my daughter was bowling, my son and I were enjoying pop that was served in Styrofoam cups. I love fountain pop and was
really enjoying mine when I looked over and noticed he had completely stuck his thumb through the side of his cup. He was dumb enough to do it but smart enough to know that if he pulled it out the pop would leak all over. Disgusted, I sat there and watched as he tried to hide it from me. He squirmed in his chair as
the ice began to freeze his thumb and finally he confessed that he “had a little problem.” After I pulled his thumb out I had to make a mad dash for the
trash can. Pop or any sticky substance on the floor at a bowling alley can be tragic. People gasped in horror as I raced past them and deposited the cup in the trash. With no time to spare (ha,ha) I ran into the bathroom and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the drips that were left on the table.
My daughter did a phenomenal job bowling in her first tournament. She bowled a 74, 62 & 59, her average is 42. She was impressed at the size of the facility which had 32 lanes and was much bigger than the bowling alley in our home town. We have to wait until the tournament is over before we know if
she advances to the next round.
After bowling we decided to do a little shopping and ended up at the mall in Cedar Rapids. There were a few things I wanted to get for myself but I couldn’t find a thing while my daughter seemed to find something in every single store. The kids were hungry and excited that they were going to get to eat in the food court, for some reason that is a big deal to them.
As they sat there eating their spaghetti and meatballs from Sbarro, they were discussing how the food
court must be similar to New York City. When I asked why they said because of the number of people that were there. I giggled as there were less than 100
people in the food court at the time. When you live in a town with a population of 4,000 it doesn’t take many people in one place to impress the kids. After we finished our meals we made a stop at a gourmet cupcake shop and each had desert. We had a fun day.
For all the race fans out there, today is the mother of all races, the Daytona 500. It kicks off a new season and gives us something to do on most Sunday afternoons. For me it’s not so much cheering for who I want to win, but watching who I don’t want to win. A lot of yelling and screaming goes on at my house.
Poor Danica totaled another car yesterday while racing in a different series. One of her teammates tried to draft and slammed her into a wall. I’m happy her little body kept her safe once again. Gentlemen start your engines and may the best man win!
Have a good day!