So I totally forgot this weekend was Palm Sunday.  My dates seem to be all whacked out as I focus solely on April 20th when Boomie and I leave for our two week adventure in Europe.  So I had plans to spend the entire day at A's Fan Appreciation Day and then head into the City for a fundraiser show put on by some past ROLTers for breast cancer research called B.O.O.B.S.  It was a really fantastic day and I'm so exhausted I just don't have the energy to give the play by play, but I will tell you that around 1pm, my friend Keith turned to me as we watched the Oakland A's work out on the field and said, "Hey, isn't today Palm Sunday?" and as a good, non-swearing Catholic girl, I said, "Oh Crap!"  Oh well, no palms for me this year; instead I got a much needed day with friends and fun.




We really have the best kept field considering they play football here as well.



Nicole and me hanging out watching all the cute players warm up.  Forgive my blindingly bright arm.  It's been a long winter.




Mr. Giambi back in green!




Matt Holliday, Ryan Sweeney and Jason Giambi field interview.



Nicole trying to get Ryan's attention.  I told her to hold the shirt up higher.



Click on the photo to see it larger - Keith is the weirdo in the background between the reporter and the gentleman talking into the mic.  What a nerd!  haha

Now...onto B.O.O.B.S...



Otherwise known as Busty, Outrageous, Over-the-top, Brawds Singing!



Not only was there amazing, fantastic music by the talented trio of Soila, LeAnne and Jessica, but there was also a PSA portion of the show.




Using bigger than life boob costumes, PAs, Joey and Carol helped the audience members learn how to give a breast self-examination.  It's very important to do this standing up...



....as well as while lying down.



Look at how happy those healthy boobies are!  :-)

Great, great day...

Due to Pioneer Woman's post today on mistaken identity, I thought I'd share my own story.

Back when Karl and I were first dating we attended a few Oakland A's games; sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with friends.  One particular game, probably around September of 2004, we were waiting on Karl's best friend Otis to BART to the game.  We had already purchased our tickets and decided to sit down on some stairs outside the stadium and out of the way of other game patrons while we waited.

We were chatting, people-watching and  basically enjoying each others' company as most new couples do, when this dad with a little girl in a stroller passed us.  As they were walking by the little girl in the stroller shouted out, "Stacey! Stacey!  It's Stacey!!"  The dad turned to look in the direction his daughter was pointing and I realized that they were looking directly at ME!  Karl and I just kind of stared at each other not sure what to say or do.
The father made a U-turn with the stroller and started coming back our direction saying, "That IS Stacey! Well, I'll be.  Stacey!!" 

And then, as he approached and realized I looked very confused, he said, all dejectedly I might add, "Oh, you're not Stacey." And he kind of huffed and puffed and made another U-turn back in the direction of the stadium entrance and shot me the worst GLARE I've ever been given.  The poor little girl in the stroller looked like she was ready to cry she was so disappointed that I wasn't this great Stacey person.  They both looked so HURT - it was like I had purposefully planted myself there and looked exactly like their friend just to be mean.  

I actually get  a lot of people coming up to me on a daily basis thinking I'm someone else or saying that I look like their cousin, aunt, friend, old roommate, etc.  But, until this day, that incident at the ballpark is still one of the most bizarre occurences that has ever happened to me.

...watching the A's game on msn.com gametrax.

A's up 3 to 1 against the Twins in the top of the 9th.

Frank Thomas is my hero!

ClapClap.  Clap Clap Clap!

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I'm so proud of my boys.  After many nights of hiding my eyes behind my hands, throw pillows and Karl during every Houston Street pitch, every Dan Johnson 1st base play and all the sweet Chavey dives for line drives, my boys FINALLY clenched the AL West.  

ClapClap - ClapClapCLAP!  Let's go OAKLAND!

I apologize to Sherry for what I'm about to say...but it's the truth.
A's v Giants "is kind of like the difference between going to see the Ramones and going to see the Bee Gees. A's fans will go see the Ramones."  -BB 07/27/05 from www.athleticsnation.com