BOWLING FOR SOCCER

Last week I got a random call from my dad. It was random because my dad rarely calls unless he needs me to pick up a part for him (which he has stopped calling for because I can NEVER get the RIGHT part), or if it is my birthday or if my mom is driving somewhere and he is bored (this has only happened once). It is not random for my mom to call. I probably talk to her at least 3-4 times a week. However, last week my dad called and wanted to know if we could go bowling as a family sometime. Tuesday was the chosen date. We would go watch my 5-year old nephew, Kace's soccer game and then go bowling. A conversation about the soccer game was heard between Kace and his lil' friend Sammy and it went something like this:

Kace: Even my aunt is coming to our game.
Sammy: Really? What does she look like?
Kace: (pause) hmmm...a girl

Very descriptive Kace, very descriptive. So there we were, it was Tuesday night and we were at a 5 year old soccer game. I think that my sister is giving Kace shots of steroids. He looked a million times bigger then all the other midgets out there. We had only been there for about 5 minutes and he had already scored 4 goals. From then on every time he would get the ball Clayton and I would say (under our breaths of course) "oh no." My sympathies went to the other team. I can understand where all of his ball-hogginess comes from. He got the gene from his parents. They are both extremely competitive (not super, but extremely). The kid was doomed from the get-go. Seriously Rachel you got to teach that kid to pass the ball or put weights on his legs or something. However, having a tad of the competitive gene myself, I was very proud of him. Following the rousing game of soccer, we hit Wild Bills, the Tremonton Bowling Alley. Apparently, they don't know the definition of reserve, (which is too keep back or reserve for future use - thank you dictionary.com) because even though Rachel called TWO days before to RESERVE two lanes they had somehow forgot. That was just the start of our troubles. Next I was wearing my slippers and had forgot to bring socks (ok so this one was my fault not the alleys). I wasn't about to stick my feet in the bacteria ridden bowling shoes which had been worn by 85 year-old men with foot fungus. Clayton volunteered to give me his socks and he would just keep on his regular shoes. Gracias mi amour.
Then Dad couldn't find a ball to fit his fingers. My dad has quite large fingers you see. Then in lane 1 (mom, pops, Heidi, Clayton) the balls kept getting stuck in the back. Then in lane 2 (Rachel, Nate, Kace and Brandon) the balls kept getting stuck too. I think at one point we had 7 balls stuck. Then in lane 2 the pin sweeper thingy kept coming down. An employee would go fix it and then a few minutes later it would happen again. This happened like 8 times. My lane was able to finish a game, but the other lane never did. I think they only got through 4 frames, if that. We should just stick with bowling on the wii. At least I can break 100 and Clayton can break a gentleman's 40. The highlight of the night was Tydon dancing to the jukebox. That girl in the picture wanted to dance with him and he totally shot her down. Even though the night didn't go exactly as planned it was good to spend sometime with the family. We are really lucky to live close to both of our families.