First and foremost, I totally forgot to tell you guys all about the CATS!!!!! If you know me, you know that I love animals, almost all of them, except for birds, not a fan of those. So Kalyn tells me one day at school that she has to go to the middle of nowhere Maryland to go pick up these cats as a gift for her grandmother and instead of going into the middle of nowhere alone, she wanted company (smart gal that one is). The roadtrip commences. We get to the house and she tells me that we go in, if anything feels hinky or that our lives are in danger or the cats are not worth what they are going to be paying for them, we are out. That is the plan. I think she told the plan to a wrong person as, if you know me, my imagination can go a little haywire and mountains get made out of anthills. So we progress inside. To me, and Kalyn kind of validated this portrayal, the guy could have been hiding underage children in his basement. He had that sort of old, grandpa creepy vibe to him, kind of like Santa Clause. And he had a little gayness to him as well. He was all over strange and peculiar. When he would play with the cats with their toys, all I could picture in my mind was him slapping something against the cages or bed, telling the little children to 'rise and shine'.
For all I know, this guy was absolutely wonderful and nice and no pedophila tendencies, but this is what you get when you bring two forensic psychology students into a house in the middle of nowhere, especially when one of those students has an over active imagination. We got out alive, obviously, and nobody or no cats got hurt in the process. But it was still kind of funny. And if Kalyn's parents read this blog, we apologize for not telling you our true feelings on the house of the potential pedophile who keeps cats as his cover. The cats came at a perfect time as I was in need for some kitty therapy - their names were Ollie and Stan and apparently they are settling in just fine at Kalyn's grandma's place. I kind of miss them though. A lot. Man I want a pet again.
This past weekend, once school was completely all done and nothing was left on our plate, we celebrated Colleen's baby shower!!!! I still cannot believe that she is going to be giving birth in less than a month (May 15, which I told her she should go into labor during class so we can see the expression on the prof's face) and she looks absolutely fabulous!!!! She is one of those women who pulls off the pregnancy glow perfectly. Good foods, good friends and who cannot forget the Indian Leg Wrestling. At a baby shower. Apparently that is what you get when you invite the Canadian and the Alaskan to a baby shower. Before we get to that though, lets discuss how we got there in the first place. During the shower, Britt had some games in order to give away the trophies at the end. The first game was to guess, via length of crepe streamers, how big we thought Colleen was around the baby area. Most people, *cough cough Meg and Steph*, totally overshot Colleen, which is probably not a good thing for a pregnant woman to experience. 
I won that one, which surprised me as I thought I totally overshot her measurement as well. The next game was Baby Trivia and Nursery Rhymes. Oohh one thing to know is that during the span of the night, whenever somebody said 'baby', we had to give the person who caught us saying that word an item off of a necklace. So keep that in mind as this also leads to the Indian Leg Wrestling. The Baby Trivia was next and surprisingly I won that one as well, which totally shocked me as a) there were a lot of states based questions and b) it is baby stuff. I don't want babies. The Nursery Rhymes was too funny as if we did not know the rest of the riddle, we made stuff up. Like this "rub a dub dub, three men in a tub, and how do you think they measured up" or "Little Jack Horner sat in a corner eating his mincemeat pie". So, who ever won the most games (the measuring one, the trivia and the nursery rhymes) and who ever won the most charms on their necklace won first place and so on and so forth. When it came to the charms, that got a little scary. As soon as somebody said the word 'baby', lots of noise was made and if two people called the person out, they would need to figure out who would get it. And it got kind of easyish to trick people into saying 'baby', and I do not think that was against the rules.
However, at the end of the night, there was a little bit of contention between Christina and Meg about who won second and third. I kindly suggested they sort it out via Indian Leg Wrestling. No clue why this was the first thing that came to mind and no clue what prompted them to actually listen to me. Maybe it was because Nina, the Alaskan, endorsed this suggestion. So, tables were moved and Indian Leg Wrestling has commenced. But then we had to go to youtube to figure out what we were doing wrong as it was not how I remember my aunts and uncles doing it at reunions and family gathering. Once youtube told us the answer, then we really got into the Indian Leg Wrestling. Which was pretty awesome. And one of the best ways to end a baby shower. All baby showers should end with Indian Leg Wrestling. 
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