Every time I think about sitting down there is a buzzer going off at my house. Microwave, stove, washer, dryer, phone, doorbell, alarm clock, you name it--its buzzing. Funny thing about it, I can never catch up. Only two solid weeks in to basketball the only buzzer I wish I was hearing is the elevator door closing to my private Hilton suite to rest. I am tired. Sometimes I wish there was a buzzer in my head that told me when I took on to many projects. Ding--overload.
Speaking of all time buzzer beaters--its a tradition at Keeneville when you leave our house, you honk to say good by. The boys stand on the porch like little puppies and wait for it. Justice says the more times you honk the more the driver loves you. Well, we all honk. We have honked for a good year. Grandmas, Grandpas, friends, Aunt Ashley--did I mention even the handyman we hired honked. Seems like most honkers are enjoying the blast of the horn as they drive down Adams street. Almost like a licences to be loud. The only people who don't appreciate the beep beep of the horns are our neighbors. I should mention these are the same neighbors that when I took them a housewarming gift they barely opened the screen door like I was the riff-raff across the street. They also don't wave, EVER. Can you say not neighborly. Guess they did not find any humor in our honks because they contacted Century 21 for a huge for sale sign. Yeah--can you say fun police.
Justice and Cameron have their golf clubs packed up for the winter and are in total basketball mode again. Justice is back to his stat book and Cameron on the clock. Our basement is currently converted into a basketball arena with the scorers table. Pencils are sharp and the possession arrow is plugged in. Justice made 98 points in two minute last night. As soons and the timer buzzed, he thew himself on the floor. "Whats the problem?" Justice with tears rolling down his face, "I was trying to beat the buzzer and make 100." Rule of life #98--try again. This kid is so competitive.
Speaking of the two monsters, pretty sure a bell was dinging in my head yesterday at Kmart. Coach and I ran in just to look at their Christmas trees. Ten minutes--tops. The boys were like animals. Screaming, grabbing, hitting each other, knocked over the reindeer...it was beyond words. It was a buzzer beater moment once we got back into the car. (deep breath)
Buzzer beater moments rarely happen during the season. I can remember one buzzer beater moment in Carthage Bluegirl history we Keenes are STILL scarred about to this day. Anyhoo, everyday there is a buzzer moment in Keeneville. If its not something for me to do, it something for me to referee. Its a good thing I have a whistle to call a time out and re-group. Week three---Here we go!
