Baseball but not the Reds

So, in the midst of no wisdom teeth, the family and I went to a baseball game. If you read my bio, it explains that I am from Cincinnati. Cincinnati + Baseball =(usually) the Reds but not us. We do like to go to Reds games and by go I mean walk from the kitchen to the living room and sit on the couch and watch the game . . . but we decided to switch it up and go see a game played by the Florence Freedom in Florence Kentucky.

The Florence Freedom is an independent professional team and part of the Frontier League of Professional Baseball which encompasses West Virginia, eastern Kentucky and southwest Ohio. The league is now comprised of twelve teams.

So the family went down to Florence and caught a game. It was complete with baseball players, baseballs, and mascots. Our seats were great too, three rows up, directly behind first base, right next to the Florence Freedom dugout . . . and there was no net to protect us from foul balls. Not that many came our way but I was ready to jump and duck. Gretchen decided to hid behind a nacho chip.

The Freedom won the game, which capped off a great afternoon. I want to go back and see another game because it was a small venue, lots of fun, and nice to watch (*big smile).

Have a great one.

Pictures: The first is of the between innings eyeball race. Second is of one of the Freedom's mascots. Third is the view from out seats. Fourth is the Gretchen.

Busted May

Well, it seems like May was a bust in the blogging world, at least at SamanthaOWU (and I like to think I make up the entire blogging community). Besides getting home and having the desire to do nothing, I had my wisdom teeth out, which contributed to the lack of blogging. You'd think that being laid up on drugs would be the best time to blog but I decided that my drug induced state was a lot less fun (and a lot less cohesive) than my normal state and I wouldn't want to show that face to the world.

However, I did have every intention of showing the world my lack of wisdom teeth face the day I got them out but Gretchen hasn't loaded the pictures up for me yet. So, the embarrassment will be delayed a few posts and ya'll will have to deal with the standard pictures (though nothing I put on this blog is standard so I won't bore you).

I don't feel any stupider without my wisdom teeth . . . bad joke and if one stitch would fall out I would be a very happy person. I'm eating normally too, not like a little bunny with just my front teeth, and the length of one meal has been greatly diminished. All in all, I am a happy girl.

Hope summer finds everyone in a good mood. Good luck with exams ye whose high school finished in the next few weeks and have a good one.

Pictures: Me with my wisdom teeth. Second is a picture of my wisdom teeth done by the my-wisdom-teeth-expert, me, and I have to admit that if my teeth actually looked like that, I'm glad I had them out. The final picture is me without my wisdom teeth. Embrace the differences.

Panty Bar . . . What?

I am home and in typical home fashion things have gotten a little random.

Liv and I reunited in Cincy on Thursday. She came and picked me up and out plan was to go to the mall. So we dropped by her house and I made the mistake of saying "take her" in front of her dog and the dog gave us puppy dog eyes (because if she gave us platypus eyes that would just be creepy) and we decided to take her on a walk.

It was raining and I didn't have the appropriate footwear for rain. So when we got to the park I kicked off my shoes, rolled my jeans up around my knees, and fought with an umbrella so we could walk the dog. By the end of our adventure I had found a penny and stepped in goose poop. A successful day.

At the mall we visited a lot of places including the food court but probably the most interesting place was the panty bar. Liv had a coupon for a free panty and when we visited the store we were directed to the panty bar. It's much like a drinking bar, except for panties. And the variety is as vast a drinking bar.

There are a lot of different bars. There are oxygen bars now and there are ballet bars. There are metal bars, wood bars, plastic bars. There are bars in the woods. There are big bars, small bars, baby bars, brown bars, polar bars, Goldilocks and the Three Bars.

We live in a world of bars.

It's been a great start to my summer and I hope your having a great one.

Pictures: #1 is the Trio of DOOM! (and DOOM does stand for something but we don't have all the letters figured yet so that will be a later post). #2 are shoes that are not rain appropriate. #3 is John and the cantaloupe. #4 the summer gang.