Winning

I'm a huge DIY person. Going to a concert? Make a shirt. See something I like online but don't like the price? Figure out how to make my own version. I made the best shirt ever yesterday.

Yup. Winning. For those that don't know, Romo is a reliever for the Giants. And he's GOOD. Like, super good. I got a lot of second glances and some good laughs out of my shirt. Even had a woman ask for a pic of me and hubby (ya know, with his Wilson-esque beard). I love San Francisco on game day. Besides that... well I could skip it. :)

OH I have to tell you the highlight of Cole's day. Adorable. We were leaving our parking garage and this Camaro comes around the corner BUMPING music and hubby turns to me and says, "That's Pablo Sandoval!" Cole's head flew around so fast I though it would pop right off. Traffic was stopped so he was still close to our car and I told Cole to roll down the window and yell his name. He did and Sandoval totally grinned in his sideview mirror. And we DIED over his license plate (I'll withhold to avoid contributing to stalkers). The rest of the day Cole would randomly say to himself, "I can't believe we saw Pablo Sandoval outside the stadium!" Super cuteness.

Now we get one day of a little relaxation (besides taking in some recycle and having dinner with some family) before work and play start up again. And yes, I WILL actually work tomorrow. I'm headed out to my classroom to do some organizing and cleaning.

Weekly Manicure

Again, a little early this week, but it's for a good reason.

Baseball game tomorrow!!! Giants are playing the Dodgers (if you're not in the know, they're huge rivals so this is a BFD). We're also going Saturday. Because hubby had already taken the day off. Yay for baseball!

I got festive with my nails last night. And yes, this was all done by me with a tiny paintbrush. I should have taken a pic of my right hand because it looks JUST as good (a big deal seeing as how I'm right-handed). So from the pinky working inward...

• W (for Wilson... or win, your choice)
• a beard!!!
• the SF logo 
• 38 (Wilson's number)

Not shown is my thumb, which has a cute orange heart on it. :)

Now I need to get to work on some shirt-makin'. I have some cleverness in my head...

Oh Dear

I've made a recipe three times this week. THREE TIMES. It's that good. And bad. Because if you eat these all the time... I don't see your butt thanking you at all. :/

Anyway, I figured since it's been such a hit, I should share. Especially since I can't take the credit for it.

First, let's look at my first version. Done Tuesday for the All Star Game.

Yup, baseball version. Of something that I don't even have a proper name for. I guess the easy name would be Oreo truffles. Or The Answer to World Peace. Ya know, whatever.

I've seen versions of these in several places, but the way this blogger wrote about them is what finally sold it to me. I laughed. Feel free to do the same. If you're afraid of making a big batch (and unless you have a lot of people to share with... you should be) a half batch is easy. Half the cream cheese and half the Oreo package. That would be 21 Oreos. I counted for you because I love you.

I made them Tuesday and they were popular. So popular that my cousin who had one Tuesday requested them for our failed Harry Potter premiere on Thursday. No pics of that one because I apparently had a fail of my own in that department. Sadsies. Tonight I make them for my mom's house.

And I branched out tonight. I made the original Oreos AS WELL AS the Golden Oreos. I have 30 of these babies setting up in my fridge. Good thing hubby works tomorrow. I can send some there. My butt will thank me when it doesn't expand.

So try these. Please. Or if you're too busy, pay me to do it. But don't blame me if your shorts get tighter...

The Most Epic Fail of All Epic Fails

Ummm... we waited for four hours. Have been super pumped for weeks.

AND THE THEATER WE WERE SEATED IN HAD ISSUES AND WE COULDN'T SEE THE BIGGEST MOVIE OF THE FREAKIN' YEAR.

Free tickets do not make up for this. We may or may not have shot some reaction videos. If you're a Facebook friend you'll get to see them.

UGH. Have to go to bed so we can attempt to make an early morning show later.

BOOOOOO MANCHESTER THEATER IN FRESNO!!!

Weekly Manicure

Technically this is the second time I've done my nails this week. All in honor of Harry Potter tonight!!!!

Lightning bolts was as creative as I was about to get. I thought about doing house colors, but changed my mind. This was easier. I'm about to go pick up my cousins and drive by the theater to check out the line situation. I've not done a midnight show for one of these movies. Us girls may or may not be making goofy videos in line...

Since I will mostly likely be too exhausted to blog tomorrow - have a great Friday friends!

Why Am I Not Rich?

Pretty sure EVERYONE needs a proofreader. Found further proof on tonight's Target purchase...

Do you SEE the problem? I think they meant to say "MLB OfficiallY licensed." Someone messed up. And if they had hired me, it wouldn't have happened. :)

And please don't speculate about the purchase of baby booties. They were clearance and will still be relevant when I do have children. Far FAR down the road. They were too adorable to pass up.

An Open Letter to Old Spice

Dear Old Spice,

It's no secret that I LOVE you. Rather, I love your commercials. That Isaiah Mustafa... yes. And yes. But I think there's room for another man. A man that men want to be like.

Brian Wilson.

NOT the musician. The amazing bearded baseball player. That man is unstoppable.

1. He's my boyfriend. Hubby is okay with this because they look so similar. Okay... and the fact that we have not actually met. Hmmm... problem.
2. That beard? Well that will sell the product itself.
3. He's hilarious. For reals. Look up any interview with him. People love him so much there's a Facebook page campaigning for him to host SNL.
4. He's loved. The ladies LOVE B.Weezy. Just read this blogger's reasons they are destiny. I laughed. And wished I had a blog when I was single so I could write crazy things. Back then it would have been reasons I was going to marry Barry Zito (I apparently have had a thing for pitchers for years).

So really Old Spice, let's make this happen. I promise I will only buy your product for my husband if you make this happen. And when I have sons one day, they will only use Old Spice.

But only if you get me Brian Wilson.