I am really bad at bowling. Both my parents were trophy holding bowlers (at the local ally- not world renowned or anything). For family night and to celebrate Anthony turning 30 and Kelsie turning 7. My little skinny... 30 years old. He is the best brother in the whole world. He is one of my heroes. Plus sweet Kelsie, my little buddy. Marlene has a wonderful family who has adopted us. I love being part of a family. We ate at pizza factory and then bowled at Fat Cats. It was more than funny. Kaden shouted "the beat needs me" as he stared to break dance in perfect tempo with the music. This was when the light went low and the florescent and
disco balls went wild. Anthony and Scott and Paul kept getting strikes. I had the best luck rolling the ball between my legs. I finally gave up trying and had Lily help me. That improved my score. I even used the bumpers. Anth was so excited to be
with Salina. They had never bowled together before. Scott would get this huge grin and strut back to our table. Marlene and Anthony looked the most professional. They held the ball up and did the little run thing.
Salina was trowing the balls it made the earth shake. Karson had huge force and the balls made the big smacking sound as the hit the pins. The first song they played was I like big butts which was appropriate for bowling because everyone sees every ones bums. It is kind of a weird sport. I remember my dad being very sad at my total lack of any hope for any skill at bowling. Anth however is really good. What happened
to my genes? My mom used to be on a league with my dad. They had matching outfits, their own balls, and high scores. I also do not like all the germs. Think of the stinky yucky feet and all the hands in the holes. Do those balls ever get cleaned? I doubt it. For dinner they made Anth and Kelsie pizza in the number of years they were turning. 30 and 7. Anth ate is 3 first leaving a big 0. That was funny. I can't believe he is 30 and Kelsie 7- where does the time go?
I am really bad at bowling. Both my parents were trophy holding bowlers (at the local ally- not world renowned or anything). For family night and to celebrate Anthony turning 30 and Kelsie turning 7. My little skinny... 30 years old. He is the best brother in the whole world. He is one of my heroes. Plus sweet Kelsie, my little buddy. Marlene has a wonderful family who has adopted us. I love being part of a family. We ate at pizza factory and then bowled at Fat Cats. It was more than funny. Kaden shouted "the beat needs me" as he stared to break dance in perfect tempo with the music. This was when the light went low and the florescent and 
Salina was trowing the balls it made the earth shake. Karson had huge force and the balls made the big smacking sound as the hit the pins. The first song they played was I like big butts which was appropriate for bowling because everyone sees every ones bums. It is kind of a weird sport. I remember my dad being very sad at my total lack of any hope for any skill at bowling. Anth however is really good. What happened 
to my genes? My mom used to be on a league with my dad. They had matching outfits, their own balls, and high scores. I also do not like all the germs. Think of the stinky yucky feet and all the hands in the holes. Do those balls ever get cleaned? I doubt it. For dinner they made Anth and Kelsie pizza in the number of years they were turning. 30 and 7. Anth ate is 3 first leaving a big 0. That was funny. I can't believe he is 30 and Kelsie 7- where does the time go?
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