tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273032182011-10-26T17:21:30.229-07:00Andynoreply@blogger.comBlogger1881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-22231121767884976282011-10-26T11:30:00.001-07:002011-10-26T17:21:30.264-07:00

Hey, ev-er-y-bo-dy! Long time, no blog. How’re ya doing? Me, too. Yep. Yep. Huh! S’funny. Same thing happened to me. What a coincidence. Well, it just goes to show ya… Anyhow…just thought I’d check in and see how y’all are doing. Especially since, during a recent Sunday evening on which I attempt to bowl, I was paid a “visit” by a couple of the Stars and Strikers paid thugs who “suggested” that

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-78555214837863528072011-09-02T14:46:00.001-07:002011-09-02T14:46:48.872-07:00

First, and in a fit of pique worthy of the most snobbish wordsmith, I vowed never to use the term “va-kay” again—except in this article and only then for the express purpose of denouncing it. The proper word is vacation and as the word itself dictates, I shun the use of “va-kay.” [Oh, wow. A pun. I am so ashamed.] I mean, how much energy and/or time are you saving by the omission of one syllable?

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-5599530868628359442011-05-04T10:03:00.001-07:002011-05-04T10:04:59.177-07:00

Congratulations to Rick Gilman, Rob Armstrong, Greg Strzalka, Tim Symonds, Jan Symonds, Sharon Wilkin, and Amy Charters who are—or were at one time or another during this season—members of Who Cares!, winners of the final third of play. Amy and Sharon provided the stability required while the rest of the members augmented the team’s performance on the lanes. I figure that we also ought to give a

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-85139415902379765792011-04-27T11:49:00.001-07:002011-04-27T11:49:18.137-07:00

There are several ways to be recognized for your achievements as a bowler. You might merit our sanctioning body’s (USBC) attention by rolling eleven strikes in a row, shooting a perfect game, or by posting an 800 series. Of course, you could also qualify for a multitude of various refrigerator magnets dependant upon your average. Your local association may also reward those 800s and 300s as

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-72126736576098160552011-04-20T12:12:00.001-07:002011-04-20T12:12:48.194-07:00

Bad news. Sandy has informed me that there is no such thing as a USBC League President’s retirement fund. In fact, for the fifth straight season I’ll not be receiving any pay whatsoever for my labor-intensive and guaranteed good-natured refrigerator-magnet delivery to those of you that excelled at some point in time. What is an underpaid, overweight, and mistreated league president to do? As

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-45585878710415248362011-04-13T11:58:00.001-07:002011-04-13T12:33:24.770-07:00

Sorry. Just some general observations this week. We have two miniature schnauzers. One of them will lie next to a person and breathe a sigh of contentment as it emits a noxious cloud of gas that it apparently thinks smells like a bouquet of roses. She’ll not even stir from her nap. The other dog, however, takes off as if shot out of a cannon and—upon landing some 20 feet from launch point—will

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-51419776275062064502011-04-06T10:54:00.001-07:002011-04-06T10:54:41.571-07:00

For this week’s entry, I feel that I must use this space to enlighten our members regarding a certain matter in our league rules, the effect of which you may have noticed in last week’s scores. Specifically, an addendum that had apparently been added in late February of 2004. The rider was never passed out to the general membership because we (the Board of Directors) did not feel that the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-5719716708641657322011-03-30T12:06:00.001-07:002011-03-30T12:06:30.201-07:00

Well, folks. After tonight’s bout of bowling brigandry, we’ll have five measly weeks left together before it is mandated that we break for another exhausting spring and summer of various outdoor activities. Curse these forced hiatuses. Who in their right mind would want to take a break from the romance and indoor splendor provided by All Star Lanes and…whoa…wait a sec…hush…not all at once; I get

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-23334669534979266092011-03-23T11:17:00.001-07:002011-03-24T07:05:42.150-07:00

…recently and I hadn’t even realized it—until this morning. As I placed my trash and recycling at the curb, I couldn’t help but notice the sun low in the sky, causing me to squint, its hazy glow promising another beautiful Northwest Spring. It actually seemed to be encouraging the buds on the trees and flowers in the garden to come out and play. The birds, jays and robins in particular, had

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-3759344149829314632011-03-16T12:31:00.001-07:002011-03-16T12:31:30.207-07:00

The logs on the fire crackled, only occasionally spitting an ember at the fire screen, and emitted a warm glow that particularly suited my mood when contemplating—and ultimately solving—the mysteries brought to me by those in most dire need with ability to pay. My assistant, were he here tending my needs instead of gallivanting about Whitechapel amidst low-borne riff-raff fulfilling his oath to

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-37365045017713607542011-03-09T12:34:00.001-08:002011-03-09T12:34:28.581-08:00

Although we have another eleven sodden days of winter to endure, the second Sunday of March approaches. What does this mean to us? It means that, shortly after its arrival, we must set our clocks ahead by one hour to “spring forward” into yet one more week of winter. Just a “heads up”. And as much as I’d like to pontificate upon the pros and cons of Daylight Savings Time, I’m afraid that my

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-77117197088868667112011-03-02T11:21:00.001-08:002011-03-02T11:21:00.730-08:00

If one can say anything about the sport…er, game…uh, pastime of bowling, it is this; the only difference between the gutter and the lane is that the gutter is the more consistent shot. Which is as it should be. Complaints about the shot—or lack thereof—aside, if the shot were the same day in and day out, every bowler would eventually master it. That’d be great, right? Scores would soar into the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-40682942697295729542011-02-23T11:26:00.001-08:002011-02-23T13:57:29.766-08:00

MJ: Andy, you shouldn’t have just put that stuff in a cardboard box; you’ve should have dressed it up a bit. Covered it with cellophane or draped some linen over it. You know…something. Andy: [whining, with typical husband-like self-pity] But I couldn’t find anything big enough to hold a 12-pack, a couple of bottles, some glasses, and…and…besides, that box cost me a buck and half. MJ: Fine. Do

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-82883481059006196252011-02-16T11:12:00.001-08:002011-03-03T10:52:01.922-08:00

When last we visited the cozy little community known as the Stars and Strikers, we were finishing the second third of the league schedule with a position round; Greg and Cindy Contos were celebrating their 20th year of wedded bliss; Keith Schulze was consuming cake in honor of his “29th” birthday; and we honored, in our own meager way, Rob Armstrong, who is deploying to Afghanistan for the next

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-11612667749630924592011-02-09T12:22:00.001-08:002011-02-09T12:22:05.632-08:00

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead — your next stop, the League Expansion Zone! Contrary to popular belief, I am quite well aware of the issue wherein teams have bowled against each other multiple times this season. Very few teams are

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-32939124470975302352011-02-02T13:14:00.001-08:002011-02-02T13:14:34.109-08:00

Hi there. Before I answer the few questions that arose because of last week’s blog entry, I must make an official announcement, to wit: for this week and next, no substitute bowlers and no new bowlers are allowed to compete. In addition, all regular members of your team that do bowl must have completed at least nine games up to this point, although I don’t see this as being too much of a

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-17978101365934581522011-01-26T11:51:00.001-08:002011-01-26T11:51:32.119-08:00

Thank you, thank you, and thank you! Forgive my ebullience, but it is not often that I am honored in such a manner. It has been said that impersonation is the sincerest form of flattery and I for one take it as such. Who knew the accolades that awaited from yet another earth-shattering (and that’s all we’re going to say about my weight) fall on the approach? Again, thank you. Not since the days

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-46437680664392909522011-01-19T15:20:00.001-08:002011-01-19T15:20:35.972-08:00

“Mike check, mike check. One-two-three.” The technician at the podium tapped the microphone a couple of times for good measure and seemed satisfied. He stepped to the side of the podium, tapped his feet several times and muttered something that sounded like “Gravity check, gravity check. One-two-three.” I don’t know what he was listening for, but he appeared pleased as he walked off into the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-52183751729574598572011-01-12T11:22:00.001-08:002011-01-12T11:23:58.383-08:00

…one hundred and thirty-eight, one hundred and thirty-nine, one hundred and forty, one hundred and forty-one, one hundred and… Oh. Hey. Sorry about that; I’m just using my advanced math skills to calculate the number of bowlers that we currently have in the league. Okay, I’m using my fingers and toes, but the goal is the same. So where was I? Dang it. Now I have to start all over again. What? Oh

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-3478303037061229642011-01-05T11:25:00.001-08:002011-01-05T11:25:43.953-08:00

12:01:01 a.m., January 1, 2011. Did you hear it? That racket, I mean. Did all of the different noisemakers ring in your ears as they sounded off in their raucous welcoming of the New Year? The trumpets, the squawkers, the blowouts, the cowbells (I need more cowbells!), the horns, the clappers, the clickers, the poppers, the rattles, the tambourines, the kazoos, and the fireworks. It was really

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-25503509428548639952010-12-29T12:09:00.001-08:002010-12-29T12:11:10.219-08:00

Handerpants; a pair of clean underwear for my hands just in case I get in a digital accident or a bowling duel to the death and the gloves have to come off. Was that too much to ask for? I mean, it’s not as if I asked for silk handerpants for crying out loud; plain, simple, cotton mitt briefs were all that I wanted. A little something to protect my paws should the snow come again. But, nooo.

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-23211768654888223152010-12-22T12:17:00.001-08:002010-12-22T12:17:11.628-08:00

‘Tis the season when—if all goes well—most of us get to spend time with our friends, families, and loved ones, although not necessarily in that order. We gather around tables laden with more food than we can—or at least should—eat. More than likely, we have learned to appreciate all that has been and look forward to what will be. We hope that, upon checking your list for the second time, you find

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-59137895167877112072010-12-15T13:13:00.001-08:002010-12-15T13:13:47.785-08:00

It’s done. I finally stopped procrastinating and went to the County Courthouse and filed my application for a shopping permit. After the obligatory cooling off period I will be loaded for ware and the hunt for the Great Christmas Gift shall begin in earnest. Well, it will probably begin in Silverdale—I’ll keep earnest in reserve for those unforeseen emergency gift giving situations; you know, “

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-2321230584427427012010-12-08T11:45:00.001-08:002010-12-08T11:48:14.167-08:00

It was cold. Then it snowed. The wind gusted. Our twenty minute commute became a 3-hour commute. We arrived home. No power. Carpet had been removed in preparation for new floor. Bare wood is a poor insulator. Placed five comforters on the bed and went to sleep. At about 3:00 a.m. the power comes on. Hopes rise. Prepare to hop out of bed and make hot beverage. Power lost after three stinking

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-56955849472513500662010-11-17T11:31:00.001-08:002010-11-17T11:33:55.598-08:00

Hey folks. This shall be a brief entry (please…please…hold your applause) as I am currently suffering from a case of personal anti-mobility (my foot has a boo-boo) whilst simultaneously trying to overcome something I’ve come to realize is nothing more than contractor pre-holiday lethargy and/or overbooking. Don’t worry, though…I’ll be back to my same old tactless, witless, plotless, selfless,

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-3732208444107375632010-11-10T09:29:00.001-08:002010-11-11T11:09:12.338-08:00

I hate the days following Halloween. Banks have taken down their signs reading “Please remove your mask before entering so you do not alarm our patrons or personnel.” Christmas commercialism—not spirit—hits full stride. And leftover candy beckons with the same kind of attraction as a half-off all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet. All sorts of trouble seems ready to set upon the unwary. As I was

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-49539395591176449912010-11-03T12:02:00.001-07:002010-11-03T12:02:37.899-07:00

In blogs of yore, mention was made of daring deeds and scary scores and the names of notable bowlers typed into the ether, there to roam about all of humankind’s electrical thinking boxes forever and ever. And bowlers of all stripes were in awe and did verily seek to hone their skills so that they, too, might be admired for their bowling prowess and thus earn the adoration of galley wenches,

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-27062272187193890542010-10-27T10:58:00.001-07:002010-10-27T10:58:49.093-07:00

This week we shall address a concern that has been brought to my attention. It seems that some of our members, enthused by fierce matches and craving up-to-the-minute news about positions, wins, averages, and all things Stars and Strikers, keep jonesin’ for their standing sheets and hitting up Sandy for a fix. In the past, we had nothing but the physical standing sheet that each team received on

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-18253623249832467782010-10-20T11:24:00.001-07:002010-10-20T11:24:05.209-07:00

After the prior week’s abundance of bloodlust in the form of high games and series, it was nice to see folks ease back a bit and partake of a little something from bowling’s salad bar. There were no 700 series to report for our last session although the number of 600 series did go up by one. Hopefully, our leagues’ bowling cholesterol can normalize just a bit before we go back to dining like

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-83231423786956926902010-10-13T11:09:00.001-07:002010-10-13T11:09:28.697-07:00

(AJ NEWS) –– Last week’s scores from the Stars and Strikers fifth week of competition have been posted and controversy looms. Accusations from an as yet unnamed disgruntled sub-par bowler have been made and their release threatens to rock the house. The balls are “juiced”. The lanes have been “blocked”. The bowlers are using “steeroids”. The blogger uses quotation marks “unnecessarily” and

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-5493452862614365512010-10-05T12:59:00.001-07:002010-10-05T12:59:09.828-07:00

Okay. Most of you know that I hit spares about as often as a Keno runner in a Las Vegas retirement home gets to take a break. So…truth it is. By which I mean I’ve decided to devote some blog-time to answering questions posed via email by some of our newer members and the occasional internet reader. For instance, Dear Exalted Ruler, I am new to this organized bowling. Everyone I’

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-19127692027235502742010-09-29T11:50:00.001-07:002010-09-29T11:50:49.677-07:00

…and, after having looked through the third album of baby pictures and trying to interpret Sandi’s breathless cooing, only then did I realize why she was so darn happy. The Coveys were grandparents. Justifiable pride was rolling off Sandi in almost visible waves and Roy was more than giddy, himself—although in that reserved grandfatherly way. And with that, from all of us in the Stars and

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-64678869655170356392010-09-28T08:50:00.001-07:002010-09-28T11:24:24.517-07:00

  Congratulations to Andy Ketter. I believe that this was the ninth 300 game of his career—give or take a few, his second as a member of the Stars and Strikers, and the league’s first of this young—and I mean infantile—season. There was, according to Andy, one shot which gave him pause, but after that one aberrant ball the rest was history. Well done, sir! During my time in this league I have

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-23725302452217929542010-09-22T09:50:00.001-07:002010-09-22T09:50:47.024-07:00

Thank you. As you may have surmised from the title of this entry, the Stars and Strikers have expanded to 28 teams this season. Five short years ago we could boast of 18 teams. What a difference half a decade makes. So again I say to all of you, thank you for making us what we are—the best darn mixed league in the house! Our most recent addition to the league is team Les n’more which is

Andynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-58518748502273636302010-09-15T11:59:00.001-07:002010-09-19T21:09:24.984-07:00

Wow! Can you believe it? I’m surprised to say the least. At this point in time we have 27 teams in the Stars and Strikers. That’s five more teams than we finished last season with. Five! Not to mention that last week went astoundingly smooth according to everything I’ve heard from Sandy. And, hey…what about that league meeting? An hour and a half in length. Ninety whole minutes. For those of you

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-90637210525983239132010-08-17T15:55:00.001-07:002010-08-17T16:21:40.099-07:00

…the Rolling Stones had won the Stars and Strikers 2009-2010 season roll-off to be crowned League Champions. …Bob’s Ladies, Beauty ‘n the Beasts, and the Hooter Shooters, all having been bested in the roll-off, were plotting revenge and retribution against the Rolling Stones. …Andy Ketter had narrowly missed taking the crown from Lonnie Sharkey for the highest average in the association—233

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-26652459372431688552010-05-26T11:48:00.001-07:002010-05-26T12:16:30.159-07:00

Man, that was one goo-ood potluck! It took me a little while before I was able to eat, what with passing out vast sums of moolah and tracking down the rightful recipients and all, but the food was worth the wait as I found out when I finally settled down to grab a bite. Tasty vittles as far as the waist could see—or as far as I could see around my waist…or, whatever. You get the idea. Anyways, I

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-90491208238355830612010-04-28T10:59:00.001-07:002010-04-28T10:59:25.909-07:00

Well, it’s all your fault. You were in such a hurry to bowl, socialize, and otherwise have a good time that you rushed to judgment. In your infinite wisdom and limited patience, you have elected as officers for next year the same motley bunch as are currently serving with one exception: Sergeant-at-Arms. Our current office holder, Greg Contos, has been out with injury for most of the season and

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-66611909411474499892010-04-21T11:30:00.001-07:002010-04-21T11:30:33.503-07:00

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what the race for winner of the final segment of league competition is. And, as listed in the league rules, there are no substitutes allowed tonight as it is going to be a barnburner of a position round! Bob’s Ladies, MMHC, Off Constantly, 4 for 6, and Hooter Shooters all have a chance to win this third of the league schedule with Hooter Shooters having the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-86968564293643305222010-04-14T11:54:00.001-07:002010-04-14T11:54:17.414-07:00

We certainly see some strange things as we go through life. That is, if we keep our eyes open, which I do. In this case, and as further proof that using is a cell phone while performing even the simplest of tasks is a distraction at the least, I offer this ridiculous eyewitness account. I was driving home after having taken MJ to work one morning when I noticed a woman walking her dog—a

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-19629662490332830992010-04-07T12:30:00.001-07:002010-04-07T12:30:02.613-07:00

Let’s see. We’re scheduled to bowl for 35 weeks. After this evening, we’ll have completed 32 of those weeks. There are four weeks in a month on average. If we divide those 32 weeks by 4, we end up with eight months of league bowling under our collective belts. Wow. Our third grueling trimester is coming to fruition and we are more than ready to deliver this baby! There is some real competition

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-85107473460082160742010-03-31T12:11:00.001-07:002010-03-31T12:16:04.175-07:00

Three more weeks of down and dirty, tooth and nail, all out brawling as teams jockey for position before our league draws to a close with our final week. Wow! Where has the time gone? It seems as if our interminable league meeting and adoption of the league rules just finished. This season has certainly flown by. As I am currently playing nursemaid to a miniature schnauzer who, prior to his

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-9017530744866538582010-03-24T13:10:00.001-07:002010-03-24T13:12:38.260-07:00

Oh, the duties and obligations of a world-renowned blogger. I know that not many of you realize it, but with a blog comes a great amount of responsibility to be truthful and accurate. Okay, maybe not so much to be truthful (except when dealing with real businesses and real people—you know who you are); but I am expected to be accurate at a minimum. And for the sake of accuracy, by “world” I mean

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-49935563479464720032010-03-17T14:00:00.001-07:002010-03-17T16:42:39.132-07:00

She was beautiful. She had been since the moment I first laid eyes upon her. The sun, on one of its rare appearances through the clouds, reflected glints of the purest reds from amongst her winter browns. Sexy curves drew my eyes from top to bottom, front to rear. Her figure has a timeless quality, as if she is somehow honoring the past while living in the present. You had to squint so as not to

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-81770108251749928362010-03-10T13:23:00.001-08:002010-03-10T13:23:16.309-08:00

“…ten, fifteen, even twenty thousand dollars in credit card debt? Well, don’t panic because we can help. We here at Credit Crunchers Debt Alleviation and Restaurant Supply Corporation have developed a program wherein we pay down your debt for you. How? It’s easy. We’ll negotiate with your creditors about some completely unrelated matter and you provide us with your income under the pretense…” “…

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-62305932391054702202010-03-03T16:30:00.000-08:002010-03-03T16:30:53.448-08:00

My thanks to Milt for doing something that I should have done; confirming the date of the time change as it relates to the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. It is the second Sunday of March which is the 14th this year and not, as I had stated in the previous post, this coming weekend (the 7th). That is the last time that I take the local TV weatherman at his word. Thanks again, Milt. And I

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-91166889187996286802010-03-03T14:50:00.001-08:002010-03-03T14:50:54.508-08:00

Okay. I think that this is around blog entry number #141. Searching for new and entertaining ways to open this blog each week, I have harvested all of the grains of inspiration and/or minutiae that have been growing in my psyche for the past [unintelligible] years as fodder for this gristmill until nothing is left. I am spent. I must recharge my AAA battery of an imagination. Until that is done,

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What motivates us? What is it that makes us come out here week after week even though we may be in a slump of epic duration, or bowling against that one person that just manages to get under our skin, or have been nursing that niggling injury that just will not go away? Is it an overriding desire to overcome the obstacles in our path? Hopes of persevering against the odds? The desire to put that

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-77992837090003232342010-02-17T11:40:00.001-08:002010-02-17T11:40:10.443-08:00

Question: What team’s telescore was so full of holes (0) last week that it looked as if had been filled full of buckshot? Answer: I don’t know. Suffice it to say that it probably wasn’t Big Boys & Big D. Question: What team’s telescore had so many circles in it that it looked like a bowl of Cheerios? Answer: I don’t know. Suffice it to say that it probably wasn’t Big Boys & Big D.

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-73805500395889932352010-02-10T13:11:00.001-08:002010-02-10T13:11:41.762-08:00

Where to begin? How can I state the first week’s results of our final third without giving insult—perceived or otherwise—to those that might be mentioned? I guess I could gloss over specifics and thereby avoid mentioning anyone by name or their individual efforts unless it’s in one of the regular features further on in this post. Yes. Let’s do that. So, how did some of the teams fare? Well, the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-11928444626710494102010-02-02T11:15:00.001-08:002010-02-03T09:04:39.688-08:00

Lying prone on the floor, the mayor slowly opened his eyes to survey the clapboard walls and dirty floor of the General Store for any damage that might indicate that he’d been in the line of fire. The shooting had stopped, but for what reason he was unsure. Yet again, he was regretting having drunk himself into a stupor during the previous round of claim filing, but the cash had been flowing out

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-91834784701571400362010-01-27T16:32:00.001-08:002010-01-28T15:13:51.550-08:00

Okay, okay! I get it…you couldn’t figure out my gibberish. The effects of anesthesia were more profound than I thought. Please allow me to translate, if I can. What was written was: “Dahn woot kanaow! Wipz num. Faif num. Bwane num. Manwul dextewity uv fwostbitn fwee-toed swoff. Fathial feeturz uv seezyer suffwer. I’m thlobbewin fweekintly…um, uncontwowibwee…uh, ooodulz…thit! A wot. Faif, wipz an

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-56764783024133724892010-01-27T13:24:00.001-08:002010-01-27T13:24:41.245-08:00

Dahn woot kanaow! Wipz num. Faif num. Bwane num. Manwul dextewity uv fwostbitn fwee-toed swoff. Fathial feeturz uv seezyer suffwer. I’m thlobbewin fweekintly…um, uncontwowibwee…uh, ooodulz…thit! A wot. Faif, wipz an bwane…did I aweddy say daya num? Kwap. I muss be bweef befow I dwool on keyboahd, so… Women’s Elite (2) Tressie Pommier (242/607) +38…rolled her highest game and series of the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-22258860191856259222010-01-20T12:49:00.001-08:002010-01-20T12:49:23.036-08:00

As I’m sure most of you know, Sandy went around to each team last week to notify the team captain or designated representative that we lost a team due to health and employment issues and to explain how it would impact the rest of the league. For those of you that did not get the word or didn’t quite understand the word that you got, let me attempt to clarify. That is assuming that I know what the

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-76849327908909858802010-01-13T09:37:00.001-08:002010-01-13T09:37:00.790-08:00

…when, without warning, the nefarious girl threw an omelet at the dissident seminarian over the menagé à trois. She then realized that a tea party might sanitize the soul of a scorned woman. Sometimes a sucker for another, the slack-jawed debutante learned a hard lesson from her toothache. Cuthbert and I then took the onlookers (a cute ballerina with a paunch, a few philosophers, and a midwife)

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-37705500279729674052010-01-06T12:07:00.001-08:002010-01-06T12:07:57.694-08:00

“What is bowling and why have I joined the Stars and Strikers to do it?” Good question. I’m glad you asked. The latter part of your two-part query is the easiest to answer, so I’ll start there. It’s a social thing. We like to spend time in the company of others that share the same or similar interests in a setting wherein we can disguise our frailties, ineptitude, or [surprisingly] anti-social

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-33298517920886401062009-12-30T15:52:00.001-08:002009-12-30T16:01:42.073-08:00

Guess what MJ and I have been doing over the holiday break. Yep. Playing with that stupid Wii® that we got for Christmas. It’s fun. It’s frustrating. It’s waiting to be used again as soon as I’m able to dislodge my Wii® controller from the ceiling fan. And I’m tired of MJ whooping my sensitive derrière with her nifty—and not unlike Errol Flynn—swordplay. I think I’ve strained an arm muscle or

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We have finally filled all of the current teams in the league thanks to the newly recruited Greg Strzalka (180) joining Jon’s Team (formerly known as Bev’s Team) and Bev moving to Goldfinger (formerly known as the last place team). Kudos to Tony Kilbane for his recruitment of Greg and all of you team captains for approving the switch. My apologies to Joe VanRuth whose shining moment of glory

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-23254349076976271332009-12-16T10:50:00.001-08:002009-12-16T11:03:27.133-08:00

awe-som-nam-bu-late [aw-som-nam-byuh-leyt, suh m-] —verb (used without object), –lat–ed, –lat-ing. amazing, and often effortless, kegling during sleep; sleepbowling. Origin: 2009; awe + sleep + bowl or walk (approximate, from the “mind” of Blogger O’Doom)   Learn it. Remember it. There may be a test. You never know. While renewing my artistic license last Friday ($49.95 plus

Andynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-40457493703976610032009-12-09T12:21:00.001-08:002009-12-09T12:21:55.250-08:00

Just had a delectable turkey potpie for lunch thanks to MJ’s culinary skills with the leftovers from a 25-pound Thanksgiving bird. And we still have some turkey for sandwiches. I’m a lucky man. I loves me some turkey, indeed I do. And brussels sprouts. But that’s for another time. I am hoping to get somewhat organized again as I was for the post of November 16. You know, the post that was so

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-60961645853497097952009-12-02T13:39:00.001-08:002009-12-02T15:35:42.425-08:00

Okay. So here’s what I’ve found out about L-tryptophan. It is indeed found in turkey (as well as a lot of other foods) and does induce the desire to nap. However, it must be taken on an empty stomach and without any other amino acids or protein in order to make you drowsy. I must confess that I really enjoy several sides of amino acids—in fact, I demand them—as accompaniment for my entree of

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-4681884217031421432009-11-25T11:40:00.001-08:002009-11-25T11:40:41.037-08:00

I begin this column by expressing my sincere regrets about last week’s entry. It was delivered to you, the unsuspecting subscriber, sooner than expected. Mayhem was created by my inadvertent promptness. It seems that the early arrival of our Stars and Strikers bowling news cast several of you into a scheduling tizzy. Anecdotal evidence has revealed to what degree this blog is relied upon to jog

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-54330033139042206512009-11-16T11:49:00.001-08:002009-11-16T11:50:52.373-08:00

Faith and begorrah! I didn’t actually think it impossible, just improbable given the massive quantities of pins that had already been sent to their doom by the odds on favorites. I mean, honestly, did you think that it would end this way? C’mon. Straight up. Besides Anji, Brian, Scott, Chuck, Beata, or Roger, did anyone else believe that the Rolling Stones would win the first third in such a

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-9381614491973234632009-11-10T23:32:00.001-08:002009-11-10T23:32:12.139-08:00

Shhh. It’s position round. As we crawl silently through the leech-infested underbrush, notice as the five dominant teams of the first third assume postures which they hope will intimidate the others. Slowly, they circle each other in a bizarre ritual dance reminiscent of the Watusi. They take their respective places on lanes 7 through 12. Ooooh…isn’t their plumage just gorgeous? Watch as they

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-7067844636169950032009-11-03T13:24:00.001-08:002009-11-03T13:24:53.689-08:00

Have you noticed what has been going on behind our backs? People—and by that I mean our fellow Stars and Strikers—have been shooting scores so high that, well, um…it forces me to consider the possibility that they just might be, you know…what’s the word I’m looking for? Good? Skilled? Consistent? Perhaps. How about accurate? Nah…not even “awesome” suggests the level to which the scores are rising

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-25548937421734738172009-10-25T23:29:00.001-07:002009-10-26T10:22:08.768-07:00

And just where did he think he was going with that title? Oh…hello there. I hate to disappoint you, but Andy has decided not to write this week’s column. Apparently, he’s too embarrassed because of how well he bowled last week compared to how poorly he’s been doing thus far this season. He had a nightmare last Wednesday night in which there was flooding and someone yelled at him, “You! Fill that

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-84092495178787519332009-10-21T10:34:00.001-07:002009-10-21T10:34:49.173-07:00

Please allow me to begin this entry by asking for your patience and forbearance while I get something off my chest. I’ll lighten things up later, but for now I must express my view of just how important what we do on our Wednesday nights with our free time and spare cash is…and it is this: not very. Our country’s sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters are serving in harm’s way

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-33423766167737694932009-10-14T11:46:00.001-07:002009-10-14T11:46:30.988-07:00

17-43-72-106. Bowling locker combination? Nope. High school locker combination? Are you kidding? I couldn’t remember it then let alone now. LDL, HDL, triglyceride, and phospholipid transport protein levels? Yeah…right. Those numbers are, respectively, the number of days until Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I can’t believe how fast this year is passing by! I think it’s about time to

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-33279905419921626002009-10-07T11:01:00.001-07:002009-10-07T16:09:48.737-07:00

I have been notified by the Big Boys & Big D through their team captain that they will no longer be looking for team mascots, team waterpersons, team trainers, team VPs of How-Not-To-Bowl, or any other sort of honorary “pink shirts.” Bob, they have noted your recent efforts to emulate their patented back-to-back channel balls, but they are quite satisfied with the number of channel-checkers that

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-41474791169033189212009-09-30T11:36:00.001-07:002009-09-30T11:36:26.602-07:00

So…anyone happen to notice what Andy was doin’ on lanes 21 & 22 on the 16th? Well, I was just…wait a minute, I was on 9 & 10; I think I must be talkin’ about that Ketter dude. That’s right, he was coaching Jen as she tied her second highest series of 566 that was rolled in March of last season. Oh yeah—he also managed to eke out 12 strikes in the first 12 frames of the evening (I believe it was

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-32343110603464604992009-09-16T10:08:00.001-07:002009-09-16T10:08:28.407-07:00

I think that I’m feeling one. A cursory glance at the recaps presented to Sandy for the first two weeks of competition might explain why. It seems that some of you have taken the liberty of blowing the doors off this joint! Whassamatter? Has the score vacuum created by the departure of the Bud League motivated some of you into filling those high game and series voids? Whatever the case may be, I

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-47500415065031442432009-09-08T12:06:00.001-07:002009-09-08T12:12:32.265-07:00

To some, this might be the song of the white-crowned sparrow, stellar jay, or downy woodpecker. Others might associate this particular time of the year with the sound of kids waiting for school buses, revitalized parents radiating waves of joy at the prospect of getting their days to themselves once again, and pundits analyzing what went wrong with the Mariners’ pennant hopes. I, too, associate a

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-6312165090102531382009-08-27T22:45:00.001-07:002009-08-28T14:25:11.532-07:00

…I promised that those of you attending our annual league meeting would hear me babble and drone on and on and on and on…and I’ll be darned if that isn’t exactly what came to pass. I guess that I’m a man of my word whether I like it or not. The topic of our marathon (2½ flippin’ hours!) assembly was the rehabilitation of our league’s rules. While I did indeed keep my word about the droning, we

Andynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-78200032498626473112009-08-26T01:07:00.001-07:002009-08-27T21:22:40.366-07:00

…striking as before! ‘Tis nigh on time to do battle once again with stubborn pins, evaporating oil patterns, overworked servers, and that most dastardly of printed products—our league rules. Blechh! Last year at this time I was blessed with a wicked bout of “why the heck did that pistachio taste so funny?” and its accompanying symptom of restroom racing and was thus unable to attend our

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-5274136290528596162009-08-08T10:00:00.001-07:002009-08-08T10:03:36.918-07:00

Any of you Stars and Strikers-type people that want to drop by and contribute to our meeting will find us comfortably ensconced in the meeting room at All Star Lanes at 2:00 pm on Sunday, the 9th.

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…that while typing the first draft of this column for publication last week, the keys kept sticking to my fingers as if they were made of molten mozzarella. The replica US Route 66 tin sign/thermometer on my office wall insisted that it was a balmy 96 degrees at which time I deferred to its expertise and vacated the upper floors of the house. My only remaining worry was that the second floor and

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-14998812780499276532009-07-22T10:07:00.001-07:002009-07-22T10:14:29.244-07:00

To those of you that happened to watch Chelsea embarrass Seattle by the score of 2-0 last Saturday on the telly; no, that was not a large pile of Silly-Putty in the stands oozing slowly down towards the pitch—‘twas the overheated carcass of yours truly. And we’re expecting temperatures in the low to mid 90s by next week! What sort of fresh hell is this? Even now, in this relatively cool

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-39577714642241716492009-07-15T10:14:00.001-07:002009-07-15T10:14:55.272-07:00

…but Silverdale’s desirability as a place to reside is rising according to Money Magazine’s annual list of the “Best Places to Live.” Our town has once again made its way into the top 100 of Money’s list of America’s best small towns since losing the 99th spot in 2008. We’ve now been declared the 92nd best small town after having been rated on  data pertaining to finances, housing, education,

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-80679699110681081192009-06-29T11:16:00.001-07:002009-06-29T11:16:08.296-07:00

…into the pocket again and again, intent upon carrying out its mission—total destruction of the rack. Time after time it succeeded until all that was left to do was look upon the score in awe. A spare in the first frame and an unfortunate open in the second was all that kept the bowler from achieving perfection; a personal best and the high scratch game in the league would have to suffice for now

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-47303913780364428822009-06-24T11:31:00.000-07:002009-06-24T11:39:22.611-07:00

Wow! Oh…hey y’all. Sorry, but I just finished reading that stuff that the “Ruminati” wrote for me last week and all that I have to say is that I thought they were a buyer’s club when I joined and whatever else you do…say no to drugs. Sheesh! Okay. Time for a little normality. The league received a welcome visit from Dave “the crutch manipulator” Crume during last week’s session and he

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-37983464101217579182009-06-17T10:24:00.000-07:002009-06-17T10:53:00.595-07:00

We are the “Ruminati.” We profess to all reading this particular communication that we have sent our apprentice, Andrew, on a sabbatical that he may rejuvenate his consciousness to the level of acuity that we demand. We assume his duties for this week only. We have no ulterior motive but to assist in revitalizing Andrew’s perception of all that is. However, we have taken umbrage. No, Robert of

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-75341844405388941232009-04-29T11:25:00.000-07:002009-04-29T11:49:08.280-07:00

Fun Night; league competition is over—except for those having to roll-off—and we get to shoot a mini-tournament. It’s the one night of the season that most of us can stop worrying about beating our opposing teams and forget the pressure of setting league records. It is an evening dedicated to enjoying one another’s company with a drastically reduced stress quotient and instead having several

Andynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-40205587873774795772009-04-21T00:12:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:29:57.869-07:00

Hey! Glad to see you back. I’m sorry that you waited so long to get here after having received my email as I’ve been typing for several hours. Unfortunately, you’ve missed that part already. It’s a shame too, because it was “hilariously insightful—Karl E. Simon, Schuster & Shyster” and will “never be equaled in entertainment value again on this or any other blog in our lifetimes—Netta Reginz, The

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Doom! All is lost! The end of the world is nigh! Or you could just stop procrastinating and file your taxes. C’mon…get it done. It hurts less when you do it real fast; it’s like a band-aid that’s been super-glued to your most sensitive areas in that respect. No, wait. Maybe that’s the case where a little alcohol helps relieve the pain. Oh, I can never remember and that’s why I’m no longer allowed

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-11417318275419447162009-04-08T10:47:00.000-07:002009-04-08T11:04:04.899-07:00

It’s nigh on time to start considering who you’d like to nominate and elect for the league’s officer positions i.e., president, vice-president, secretary/treasurer, and sergeant-at-arms. This is a great responsibility and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly. “Mr. President, I have a matter of some importance regarding the way that we run our league. Specifically, I think that we should put in

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-40499783942723654922009-04-01T10:57:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:13:19.627-07:00

When last we met here at Ye Olde Blog and ego massage column, I brought you up to date on some of the various bowling styles that you might borrow from in order to fine tune your game. Proving that such bowling “plagiarism” works, I offer as evidence last week’s score of 290 by—all modesty aside—yours truly. While I have not been fortunate enough to work with a certified bowling instructor, I

Andynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-81732646164227456842009-03-25T10:28:00.000-07:002009-03-25T14:18:10.682-07:00

Let me begin this week by welcoming back my regular and irregular readers alike. Hmmm…sounds like a subtle lead-in to a…PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: March is National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month so please eat more fiber, cut back on the red meat, and schedule your colonoscopies. Well, I suppose we can excuse from the latter those of you cursed with youth—but the rest of you’d better git’r

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Kids do say the darnedest things. It happened like this. MJ and I were out picking up some necessities for the kids; you know…treats, dental chews, shampoo and the like. We had completed our purchase and were walking out into the Petsmart parking lot with Schatzi and Duchess in tow when I happened to spy a couple of our fellow Stars and Strikers, one of whom is one-third of this week’s “Bowler of

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I begin today by welcoming Heidi, Ken, Marcie, and David to my list of subscribers to this blog. Well, perhaps not subscribers as much as interested parties that don’t otherwise know how to find this particular spot in cyberspace unless they receive an email pointing the way from the “blogger-in-chief” himself, which be me. But finally the four of you join the other sixty-odd (it’s just a phrase)

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The time has come to dispel the rumors that have been spreading throughout the league. I realize that we are a comparatively small social/recreation group and that there is the temptation to be the first person “in the know” and therefore garner that particular type of vicarious attention that newscasters and gossip columnists earn. This is not, however, good for morale. We should not indulge in

Andynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-20391620501286995682009-02-25T10:40:00.000-08:002009-02-25T14:16:12.301-08:00

Well, it looks as if the Big Boys & Big D beat both the pins and the gutters black and blue this week. Or perhaps I should say black and pink considering their team shirts. What do I mean? You’ll find that Ansara and Larry are the top two on the Men’s Elite list this week which is definitely a first. Also, Paul managed to shoot a nice set that was +16 and Denise, even though she didn’t have one

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All right! We’re all caught up at last. The “other” half of the league hasmade up their missing week (Week 21—see Talk abut aggravatin’…)and the standings are accurate. Also, before we get to the Week 22results, there are two important facts to relay from the post-bowling(make up) sessions the first—and most spectacular—of which is thatRyan Buttlar rolled games of 299, 290, and 234 for a

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…ten minutes into practice and lanes 1 through 20 go quieter than a lecture by Nadya Suleman on birth control. The power just went pffft! Luckily, as our league straddles the center lanes (11-30), only half of us had to reschedule our matches leaving the rest of the Stars and Strikers to do battle with each other while also fulfilling the league’s contract of keeping the Budweiser All Star

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-19298727911153415332009-02-04T00:45:00.000-08:002009-02-04T00:53:28.600-08:00

…do you know who you’re bowling against? I mean, really. I know that I’ve broached this subject before and as much as I hate to beat a dead horse—or a live one for that matter—I must ask; are you competing against a mere slacker or is that person that just rolled a four-bagger against you someone with the letters “VP” embossed in gold on their business card? Do you know if the person that you’re

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-78664532985943827572009-01-28T10:28:00.000-08:002009-01-28T16:01:01.422-08:00

Yumm…time for a slice of the ol’ humble pie with a little crow on the side. A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools. ~Douglas Adams Such was the case last week when I was asked if it was okay for a guy to “sub” in place of a lady, at which time I donned the mantle of complete fool. Never

Andynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27303218.post-48836043275445515022009-01-21T11:15:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:55:48.347-08:00

[NOTES TO SELF: Use a little restraint on the blog. Hmm…that “Sugar, Sugar” tune has to go; now I remember why I never bought the 45—it gets cloying after a while. You know, it seems as if some people think that you’ll take your ball and go home if the handicap isn’t changed to your liking next season. No way—you really like these guys; they’re a fun bunch no matter what they believe about

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Woe unto me…I have been remiss in my duties as a fly-by-night blogger inasmuch as I wished nary a Stars and Striker a “Happy New Year” last week. What could I have been thinking? What must have been going through that walnut-sized organ that I call a brain? I’m gonna listen to some tunes while you fill in your own joke… Hmmm da dee hmm hm la dee hm-mm Amusing…but not your finest

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Welcome back! I hope that you all enjoyed the break from bowling and the holidays as much as your situations allowed and that you are ready to plunge into the second half of the league season. Upon completion of the first half of the season, we offer our sincerest congratulations to Beauty n the Beasts and Reid Real Estate for finishing in first and second place, respectively. It is also my hope

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I have determined that area temperatures are slightly warmer than normal for this time of year. From what scientific evidence do I draw this conclusion? The first indicator is the fact that I do not yet feel any great need to hibernate and this is just after having finished off the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers this lunchtime with all of its inherent tryptophan…mmm, I love me some turkey.

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Anybody got an Alka-Seltzer? Good company and good eats…it just doesn’t get any better. I hope that you all had as happy a Thanksgiving as your particular situations allowed. MJ and I most certainly did. We even managed to get to Seattle for the post-Black Friday body count. I tell you, that’s always a good time. So, now the Christmas shopping begins in earnest. It’s time to put that Bacon Floss,

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