Hubby with his pro looking, energetic bowling moves
Way To Go! Spare!
Concentrate, Concentrate, COOOOONNNNCCCEEEENNNTRRRAAATTTEEE! 
I may not be the best at everything, but I have a competitive side to me that can take something fun & turn it into something that brings these words out of my fist pumping, air jumping, finger poking mouth,
"Booyah! Take that sucker! YOU ARE GOING DOWN!"
*Disclaimer
No Hips were actually hurt or replaced in the production of this blog post. In actuality, the above picture is a portrayal of a woman on a mission to prove that she can get a strike before the night was over. Did she achieve her goal? Yes! Yes she did! But not without a price. It is now 3 days after this 'fun little date night' and I feel as though my lower back, hips, thighs, and left butt cheek were repeatedly given noogies. Noogies that only my older brother has the power to inflict on me. (has he been sneaking in while I am sleeping, only to brush up on his 'Noogiing skills?" ) I have been lifting off my couch with the same posture of a 105 year old woman reaching for her walker so that she can then make her way to her dentures.
How many muscles are actually used when bowling, for goodness sake?
