Fun with the G family

Us G's tend to be a bit of a rowdy bunch. Shareen & Craig, Carlynne, and I are all home right now, so we went out for lunch with our parents to a quaint, albeit packed, cafe. Following our lunch, I spontaneously felt the need to challenge Carlynne to an arm wrestle. This girl may be small, but she's freakishly strong. Here's our first match:


Carlynne won, so Mom stepped up to the plate to challenge the winner:


Carlynne won again, so Shareen was up next:

.....Carlynne won again. I suddenly felt a surge of power at this point and demanded a rematch. Who won this time??
ME!!! (And I don't think Carlynne's fatiguing arm had anything to do with that...)

Last night we had an even more rowdy family gathering (with Megan!). We played our family's classic favourite game: Guesstures!

The best part of this game is playing with my Dad. he goes NUTS! This is him acting with one of his less intense game faces on:


And just for the record. My *ahem* team won.

He's the man!

Who's the man you ask? Why, that would be Larry Birkhead of course.

For those of you who have lived under a rock for the past several months (or just haven't exposed yourselves to trashy, useless celebrity gossip), I'll fill you in on the "news" story that has taken over celebrity headlines for a few months now (which I think is a few months too long).

It all started when Anna Nicole Smith's son Daniel died unexpectedly. Recently it was discovered that the cause of death was a drug overdose. He got into Mama's meds. Sad.


Then Anna had a baby. She claimed the baby belonged to her partner (and lawyer) Howard K. Stern. Larry Birkhead would have none of it, and claimed his paternal contribution.


Then Anna died unexpectedly. Also of a drug overdose. The news was covering this soooo much, and I thought, 'Why is she famous again? Oh right. She was a playboy model and had a controversial marriage when she married an 89-year old and stood to inherit billions. Of course.' Well, since she died, her daughter now stands to inherit billions.

I chose one of the less completely ridiculous pictures of Anna.

Apparently Anna is no stranger to other men's beds as several came forward claiming they were the father of the baby. Larry and Howard were most insistent, but lucky for Larry, DNA test results just confirmed that he is indeed the father of baby Danielyn.

Now hopefully entertainment news can lay this story to rest. And this story (or these characters) will not grace my blog again. *tsk tsk* I hang my head in shame that I contributed to the spreading of the Anna Story. But now we can pay attention to the news that really matters... like the fact that Owen Wilson and Kate Hudson are dating! Tee hee hee :)

They came they came!!

If you recall, I won a radio contest and unexpectedly received CDs and Subway money rather than the much-anticipated PJs. While I was thrilled with my winnings, I was (not so) secretly disappointed at not receiving the PJs. You can imagine my absolute elation when a man knocked on our door (in Edmonton) last week and handed me MY PJs!! The best part is... they fit (but how could they not with my meticulous instructions...really.)

Unfortunately, I have this bad habit of not wearing new clothes for fear of prematurely wearing them out. It gets a tad ridonkulous because then they basically go out of style and I never end up wearing them. Apparently this goes for alarm clock covered jammies too. Silly I know. I think I'm gonna save them til I'm married. Lowell likes them; I think he'll be up for a little alarm clock lingerie.

Sooo, thanx John Tesh... again.

Bittersweet

Today marks the beginning of a bittersweet time in my life. After completing a year and a half of classes and half my placements for my Masters in Speech Language Pathology, I’m back home in Lethbridge to finish my placements (with the kiddies), and here I will stay until I get married. I am SO looking forward to this because it means I get to spend my time with these two:

the 'rents

In this house:


Where there is free reign over everything in here:

(I've blogged about this before, but it bears repeating)

And I can get the ol' brows waxed for FIVE BUCKS (on Tuesdays and Wednesdays) :

(Just for the record, I don't usually document such occasions)

All of which I looooooove.

Along with all this sweetness, however, there is also bitterness. I leave behind:

My Edmonton room:

(Yes, that is a real clock, and yes it is large. Giant clocks are a weakness of mine.)

Which contains my faithful plant (which has been dead since about my second week in Edmonton, but it stayed in the same corner the entire time.... and it's still there even though I'm gone!) :

In our Edmonton home:

(This picture was taken back in the day when Edmonton housing was semi affordable!)

With my sister!:

And our trusty Volvo (which may or may not be on its last legs...) :

And I'm leaving behind my second Edmonton home...Corbett Hall:

As well as proximity to MEC:

And many close friends:

These are the roomies!!

And the absolute worst part of leaving Edmonton is that I'm leaving this guy behind:

Oh how I loves my honey bunches of oats.

It is the end of an era! And the beginning of a new one. :)