The LAST Baseball Road Trip!!!!!
This was taken at 1:00 AM this morning, so technically, it happened today. Even when we're apart, Adam and I find ways to be together. We brush our teeth every night by each other's side. Most of the time, I have a EUREKA moment while the buzzing toothbrush is stuck in my mouth...so I do my best to explain to him what's on my mind. Usually, he's a pretty good judge of Sonicare Jibberish and knows exactly what I'm trying to say. Now, that's an impressive quality! Before hitting the sack on two opposite shores of Florida, we used Face Time on our phones to chat about our days. Then, we brushed, crawled in bed, and said goodnight. It's the best we could do, and oh Lord, am I thankful for the technology He's provided us with!
When Adam is gone, I turn into a paranoid, skiddish freak. Like, for real. It's marginally pathetic, but I don't care. I sit with my keys, my phone, and my mace next to me at all times...even in the morning, even in bed. I sleep with the mace right beside my face. It's capped, don't worry. But Adam got upset with me when I told him that truth. Hey, if a burglar breaks through my window, I'd like to have my things close by. It wouldn't make much sense if I had to reach all the way over to my nightstand in the dark, attempting to grab a tiny little bottle that I probably wouldn't be able to find anyways, right?! "But what if you spray yourself in the face while you sleep?" He asks. I'm willing to take that chance. Also, for added security, I've been pushing my dresser up against the door handle of our bedroom. That way, if they're planning on coming through our door, I'll have a little extra time to wake up and escape. I've got it down. Now I just need a gun...
(And yes, I hang most all my clothes to dry on a rack. I don't like the dryer)
I especially don't like the dryer at this moment in time. Because in this sweltering apartment, that would just mean more heat, and I'm not down with that right now. I got an idea from my sweet friend Susan, and decided to give it a try today. Opening windows just isn't an option here, and doors, forget about it! So, I turned to our trusty old box fan for some air flow. That, and a bucket of ice. It worked for oh, about 7 minutes...until the ice melted and leaked all over the floor. Next time, I'll add some salt to the equation. That should do the trick!
After church (gosh, the service today was AWESOME! Go Family Church! And also, a shout out to Resonate...they launched a new service ON CAMPUS at WSU this morning! The Lord is crazy at work everywhere we turn! Wahoo!) I was ready to put our truck to use. And The Home Depot is where we started. Our friends, The Rickards (Zack and Amber) are about to close on their new home on Tuesday and found some whoppin good deals at the store where my Daddy works (only this one is about 4,000 miles away from him!).
And so, I helped them transport their beautiful new red washer and dryer back to their current apartment! They've continued to help Adam and I through our journey in the minor leagues, so a little help from my end was exactly what I wanted to do!
When I got back to the apartment, a mess began unfolding before my eyes. I've got this little project going and I'm loving being able to put my creative energy to work! Before Adam got home, however, I decided to move my craft to the table...a much better idea.
And for dinner, I was entertained by these two whackos. Pinterest enchiladas, Amber and Zack, and an air conditioned apartment. THANK YOU for dinner...and especially the cool air.
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Adam's last road trip ended tonight, so I pleaded with him to take some "behind the scenes" pictures. For my curiosity and maybe yours? Either way, he didn't forget. THANK YOU BAPE!
The snack counter.
At least that's what it looks like to me.
The "clubbies" of each team are paid to make sure the visiting and home teams have food to munch on during the day. Sometimes, the food is awesome. Other times, not so much. Adam said that this was "the worst ever." Great.
High-A locker rooms in the Florida State League look a little something like this. Home to the Pittsburg Pirates, this is where their major league team possibly lounges during Spring Training. Not too fancy, I'd say.
A schedule is posted daily somewhere in the locker room. Clearly, they have no filter when it comes to language selection. That's old news though.
After the game, the clubbie is also in charge of doing each player's laundry. When the team returns to the clubhouse the next day, this is how they find their jerseys.
The Pass List.
Whenever I want to come to a game, Adam writes my name down...and I get in free. This does not work in the Big Leagues. So I'll cherish this little freebie for now.
Dinner is served (usually) every night following the game.
They call this, "Post-Game Spread." Tonight's didn't look too bad!
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Adam is finally back home! He's already stripped down to his boxer-briefs, and not liking the temperature of our apartment one bit. For a guy who likes to sleep with the temperature around 65, he might have a rough time tonight. But at least he's here!
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