Thanksgiving Extravaganza!

So, every year, my extended family does a Thanksgiving shootout. It brings out the white trash side of us, which we love. We have been doing this for as long as I can remember and I have been losing in the first round for as long as I can remember. It does leave some down time to be creative out there on the west side. A few years ago, Brooke, Mikey and I decided that we were going to make a "Gun" calendar. The pictures were taken yet the calendar was never born. Maybe this year... The Michigan Stews have also won the "Reeses Cup" competition for as long as I can remember. My bros are usually in the finals but we can never seem to pull out a win. This year, Chris had to work so we were leaning on Adam and Mike. My poor dad is the king of choking under pressure so he was hopeless. Adam and Mike and to go head to head in the semis and Adam prevailed.

This unfortunately was not the end of the battle. He then had to go up against the reiging champ, my cousin Scott. Although he was pale and shakey, he defeated him. The rest of us were just as surprised as he was that we had made it to the finals. This would be the toughest battle of all. He had to go against the mother ship, my uncle Bruce. Adam isn't very good under pressure and I knew it was bad when he needed to throw up before he shot.
To our dismay, the pressure was too much. Between the bribes from my dad and the thought of being disowned from the family, he choked and the Parkridge Stews lost again.

On a happier note, we had a lovely Thanksgiving and Luke was privledged to have his own meal. Solid foods for the first time! What a champ!

Pageant Time!!!

A couple of weeks ago, we had the chance to go to the Miss Utah/Teen Utah USA pageant. Let me tell you, those girls can strut and pose like it's nobody's business. Between the MC's that desperately tried to be funny but miserably failed, and the former beauty queens who sat in the audience crowns and all, it was a fabulous night.
As we took our seats, I wondered, "who comes to these things?" Apparently,it is only parents, former pageant queens, and us. Luckily we were able to move from our $25 seats to $75 seats because of the lack of attendees.

As we were walking in, we collectively decided that we would pick a girl and cheer for her the whole time. This cute little high schooler was holding up this sign for Anya. We soon found out that Anya was his girlfriend from Jordan Landing. Bless her little heart, she made it into the top 10. It was a good thing she did because her boyfriend looked like he was going to pass out before her name was called. AND, who lives on Antelope Island?? Whoever it is, they were well represented along with a bunch of other made up places in Utah.

This picture was taken at intermission 2 HOURS into the show! If those girls would just walk a little faster and not pose for 20 seconds at 4 different points on the stage, it would have cut at least an hour off the show. We were exhausted by intermission and decided to take our party elsewhere.

We later found out that Anya didn't win and the title was taken by a former Miss Utah in the Miss America pageant. The nerve....Seriously, you've had your walk down the runway, give someone else a chance! Regardless, it was good times.

We are going private

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Alli & Liz

Let's get Physical

A story by liz and alli at 10:52PM

I gotta handle you just right,
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant,
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothin' left to talk about,
Unless it's horizontally

Let's get physical, physical,
I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk,
Your body talk, let me hear your body talk




What do you get when you put 5 gals wanting to remake Olivia Newton John's "Let's get Physical" music video?

First comes the body auditions. With enough spandex, big hair and bright makeup, anything is possible. Between Elissa's frufru tutu and her hand-me-down panties from her highschool cheerleading days, we were a sight for sore eyes.



The men in our entourage wouldn't do so we had to pick up these sly dogs (Patrick & Steven) and bring them along. Needless to say, they made it.
Even though our peeps wouldn't work, they had tight buns. Meanwhile, Cindy Lauper and Elvis started making their own video while Johnny Mac longingly watched from afar.



Next, came the dance auditions. If you have seen Liz dance, you know that she didn't make it, Elvis only wanted to dance to blue suede shoes, and Johnny Mac's shorts were cut so high that his moves scared the ladies away. In the end, Elissa wanted to go to bed, and I needed a drink. Here's to getting sloshed!



JK. The end.