COOL RIDER WEAKNESS

As I spin through the musical genius known as the soundtrack for Grease 2, let me divulge to you how I longed to be Stephanie Zinoni singing her heart out from the top of the ladder about her Coool Rider!

Remember Michelle Pfeiffer in this movie?
Thanks fanpop.com for being a Greasey resource for fans!

I don’t care that she sang horribly, nor that this movie was extra cheesy.  It boils down to one thing.  Women, or at least I, have a weakness for guys who like to go fast on big, loud machines!  I don’t care how dangerous my rational self knows these machines are, my heart flutters when I hear a deep engine accompanied by a handsome driver controlling the beast.

Think this film was aw(ful)esome?? Check out Bob’s Bad Movie Blog!

Random revelation, right?!  Well, last night my adorably studious son (more like Michael Carrington), up past his bedtime, was about to retrace his report in pen – his third draft. I asked why he didn’t write this draft in pen to begin with and he said he wanted it to be perfect so he needed it to be erasable.  His drive, coupled with the 10 pm timeframe, led me to offer to retrace everything myself.  I didn’t research or rewrite anything, simply filled in the pen. Know that this isn’t usual either – we have a rep to protect!

Michael Carrington – did anyone ever see him again?!

For background noise, I watched the new season premiere of The Bachelorette!  Emily is a charming, warm southern belle whose first fiancé was a race car driver who was killed in a plane crash heading to a race.  I won’t even touch on the Brad season, he doesn’t deserve another moment of discussion.  So she’s back trying to find another true love.  Of course, for dramatic flair, or the fact that he’s adorable and foreign, a racecar driver lined up to start. I thought the most “real” moments of the show shared how nervous he was to tell her his living, knowing her past, and it was sweet that she had moments where her light shone through her very well-composed exterior when she talked about her love of racing.

Arie’s taken the lead so far as I’m concerned!
(C) ABC television group/Craig Sjodin

Of course now I’m hooked, and the Pink Lady in me wants Arie to win because of his need for speed and his big heart! I will live vicariously through her.

Pink Lady Emily kissing frogs before she gets her prince.

…and her!  Hmmm… Distant cousins maybe?!

BOWLING BALLERS

After surviving the craziest few weeks that I can recall in our 11+ years together, plus faced with many fabulous events that collectively threatened to blaze through our weekend with the blink of an eye, a theme song entered my head and had me searching for an alley to hang out in Friday night. We dangled a bowling ball in our line of sight hypnotizing us to focus our eyes on the prize – the weekend!

You’ll live to bowl again…

Despite the disappointment of not finding our favorite theme song from the Grease 2 soundtrack on iTunes, Friday arrived and we earned it!

We’re gonna booowl tonight! We’re gonna booowl toni-ight!

Even now, still finishing errands before officially letting loose for the evening, we ate dinner first, and unexpectedly almost melted. Now that the deadlines passed and we slowed for a victory lap, time caught up to us like a huge weight that might anchor us in bed until we caught up on sleep.  The kids alternated with wanting to bowl or play video games at home – which requires much less movement.  I finally said, we promised to reward ourselves, let’s go, play one game and see how it goes.

ME: Magic B ball – show us fun without game controllers!
BALL: It is certain!

The smell of smoke, nachos and beer blasted us at the door.  We got our lane assignment, wedged between the Pros and the Happy Hour Hecklers.  Surprisingly, my son didn’t think of the number of feet that occupied his cool shoes before him.  Both kids loved that now they could dance like Michael Jackson.

We searched diligently for the right size thumb-hole and weight ball then got to our lane to find a magical assortment to choose from.

Somehow the gem-like bowling balls reminded us of Spencer’s multi-colored poop!

Lauren started off strong and stayed the most consistent with her skills landing the balls in the lane more quietly as the night went on.

Carson had a knack for splitting the pins, then managing to send the 2nd ball directly between the pins without touching any pins.

Once he learned footwork, he had more power and more fun!
What do you do for fun without being plugged in?

Despite his tendency, he actually got the most spares.  I warmed up slowly and my competitiveness – yes, even with bowling – came out and I tried to get a strike but struck out instead.

It’s a close game! Rematch!

We wound up playing two games, had a blast – way more fun than if we’d played the wii version!

Take one adorable girl and add a (hand-dryer) wind machine – instant supermodel!

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