Waylon for president and more

I got this awesome new shirt last week. This is my answer to all politics right now.  


I’ve had so much to say lately and it seems there is never the time to sit down and write it.  I wanted to do a whole post on the differences between my boys:

One sleeps under all of the blankets snuggled in a tiny ball, One sleeps under NO blankets spread out like a starfish, no matter how hot or cold out it is.

One eats all of his food, One eats about five bites of any meal and declares himself stuffed.

One eats with gusto covering his entire body in whatever he is eating, One wipes his hands and face after every bite and had a nervous breakdown at the idea of picking up his BBQ chicken and getting sauce on his hands last week.

One loves chocolate milk, One will only drink regular milk.

One loves red, One loves blue.

One can’t hold still for the life of him, One can sit without moving for hours on end.

One wants mommy to put him to sleep every night, One prefers daddy to put him to sleep.


Part of the reason I have no time to blog any more is because all of my free time is spent watching the Giants play baseball.  I’m addicted.  When I started watching baseball I used to only like watching my guys hit.  But now, the love has morphed into something where I even enjoy watching my guys play defense.  I truly love watching Pagan fly in the air catching balls in, and watching Crawford do Olympic status dance moves to catch a ball and bounce up and throw it, or watching Belt dominate first base, or watching Pence rip up another teams field in an amazing slide. I know almost every players name now, I know them all at a glance.  I know their positions, I’m learning their history and their beliefs, I love these guys.  The only problem I see is that if any of them get traded it’s going to really really crush my heart.  Not to mention, I have a very hard time accepting new players.  It took me almost three weeks to stop giving Scutaro the stink eye just because he was in Theriot’s spot.  I get mad any time I see that one of my players played on another team prior to the Giants.  Pagan in another jersey is NOT OKAY.  I know that if Wilson, Posey, Lincecum, Belt, Crawford or Vogie got traded I would probably have to be sedated for a few days because JUST NO THEY ARE GIANTS FOR LIFE.  

My husband and I have learned we cannot watch the Giants lose together.  He gets mad any time I open my mouth and I get mad because he starts trashing my players and gets an attitude.  It is just better now if he goes to my grandmas house to watch and I stay at home. Otherwise we don’t speak for a day or two after the game.  I have never really loved a team before.  I was raised to like the Raiders but football is nothing like baseball, it’s not nearly as awesome.  But being a part of this team and loving them has been so fun.  The fans are incredible.  The orange makes me smile anywhere I am now.  The players are so fun, and open, and wonderful.  I think the Giants have some of the most down to earth players of any team there is.  But watching baseball has really  made me feel like I’m part of something huge.  


I took some time off catering to be a mom, and do some private baking for a cousins wedding.  I worked a couple events again this week and I got so many compliments which I totally needed.  I’m really good at that job and it’s so fun to do something you love, get tipped well for it, and get great customer feedback.  However, if I ever went into catering on my own I have decided that Ginger would have to move back to Reno because I CANNOT function alone in the kitchen without her.  I don’t even need her to bake, she just needs to sit in there and keep me sane.  Don’t even get me started on how long I procrastinated baking last week because Ginger was in town and I was hell bent on soaking up every moment with here while she was here, logic tells me it would have just been better to have her IN THE KITCHEN WITH ME.  But somehow we ended up at sushi instead.  Oops!


That is all for now. I think.

I’ll be back after the Giants win the world series! 

One thought on “Waylon for president and more

  1. It’s because I’m such a good distraction and always have ideas for tasty new treats! I miss our marathon Christmas treat bake-a-thons…we should consider doing that this year…there’s nothing like baking for 12 hours to the point of insanity where your mixer is starting on fire because you tried to speed things up by doing 2 batches of cookies at once and your dumping bottles of peppermint extract into a bowl of sugar!


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