Super Bowling

Per years of family tradition, we went "Super Bowling" the night before the actual Super Bowl. It's a tradition I loved as a kid and I think our kids are starting to love it too. I mean, it's the only time we take them bowling so what kid wouldn't be excited?

This year we stayed in Logan for the weekend and hit the ole Logan Alley Bowling Lanes. Ah the memories. And for the first time in many years, we actually had the entire family there! The past few years it's just been us and my parents. Sometimes Kurtis.

We had a lot of fun. It's funny to watch everyone's bowling styles. 

I caught Kurtis dancing to some song. He's such a goofball. Love him!

My two brothers could almost pass as twins now. Same body shape, same height, same bowling style. And what is up with Jesse's shirt? Seriously. Where does he find these!? A panda riding a giraffe? With a red Solo cup in hand? He's weird.

Anberlin... the little twerp. She didn't flat out scream when I picked her up but she had this look on her face like she was going to start crying any second. She loves everyone else but me. 

Pearl and Ruby kicked our bowling bums. Ruby won by one pin, with Pearl in second place. Jeff attempted a few gutter balls to keep his score at 69. Not surprised. I think the trick to winning is that funny contraption for kids to use to roll their balls down the alley. My Dad said next year we could institute an upgrade on the official Jewkes Family Super Bowl scoring criteria with a reverse handicap score. The adults need it!

And per tradition, a picture of everyone's bowling shoes.

Pumping your own gas

I remember stopping with my Grandma Jewkes at a gas station. She drove her fancy Riveria and was out of gas. The only problem was, she didn't know how to pump gas. Grandma had me get out of the car and asked me if I knew how to fill the car up with gas. I bet I was no more than 10 and of course, like Grandma, I didn't have a clue what to do. I remember asking her why she didn't know how to put gas in the car... I probably laughed too. She said growing up, that's what the boys at the gas station did for everyone. And once she married my Grandpa, he always made sure her cars were full. Talk about true love {or spoiled}. 

Anyway, we stood there staring at that gas pump for a few minutes when my little brother, Jesse, told us to get out of the way, that he would do it. Apparently boys pay more attention to these kind of things than girls. We filled up, Grandma went inside to pay, and then we laughed all the way home. 

Every once in awhile that memory hits me as I'm pumping my own gas. I miss my Grandma terribly. 

Today was a good bleeder day

Shortly after my Grandma died, my Grandpa got a new "job" {aka a calling} at church as the stake blood drive coordinator. 

Well, he suckered me into signing up for his stake's blood drive so he could be done with filling donor slots. But after poking around for a vein in both arms - multiple times - and 45 minutes of squeezing those little stress balls later, and I still hadn't filled up my bag! I was sick to my stomach and dizzy. The poor phlebotomists were trying everything they could think of to get me to bleed {heat pads on my arms, more stress ball squeezing, tapping my arms} but they finally gave up. I was in tears telling them my Grandpa needed me to do this! They kept telling me it was ok, but I was so upset that I couldn't help my Grandpa {grief does weird things to you sometimes}. 

So every time I donate blood I think of my Grandpa and say a silent prayer that today I'll be a good bleeder. Today was a good bleeder day!

He couldn't be happier

Cole loves to vacuum.

Hence, the reason Santa brought him his own vacuum to help Mom.

The kid couldn't be happier.

GNO

Pearl's choice for girls night out? Eating burgers from In-n-Out and watching Duck Dynasty.