Sam, our elf on the shelf, arrived last night. He returned with a new play called "the North Pole". Justice and Cameron were excited when they woke up. As the day progressed they cared less and less about Sam and more and more about beating each other up. Naughty List--Day One.

First Game Day Flowers of Season Ten

Justice Pretending To Be The Announcer, The Kid Has A Future In The Media...Watch out Chris Duerr...

Have TWO Stat Lovers Now...

Two Best Looking Fans At The Game!

Two Bomber Pilots Hocked Up On Sugar...

Speech, Speech

So here I am a few weeks late posting again. Darn this overscheduled life. Ah, where do I begin? After ten years of leadership, a few hundred speaking engagements later, Coach FINALLY decided to let me take a stab at speaking to his team. Before we left Justice said, “mom, I have a few words to say too.” For those of you who have not been following us long, Justice always has a few words. He told me what he wanted to say and I approved. Fast forward to the pregame meal; Coach introduced me. I gave Justice the floor first. I did tell them it was uncensored just in case he veered away from his original topic. He walked to the front of the room and put his sweaty little hands together. Shhhh, it was quiet. In the most serious voice he began, “Ladies, THIS is the not the trophy we are worried about. We only care about Redbird Arena and the STATE trophy.” The magnitude of his intensity made me tear up. He cares so deeply about the game. His passion was unleashed and the girls all cheered. It was a proud moment. Yeah—then I spoke, but Justice stole the show. I have to think we are teaching life lessons to our boys and raising the next leaders for our future. One of my rules is to eat dinner as a family every night. Even when basketball season is here, I and the boys continue this ritual. We have a sharing time while we eat. We each share something positive about our day. Cameron always goes first. He likes to share what he had for lunch or what he played with and then he says, “I spy, with my eye.” Then Justice screams, “That’s not the deal. We are not spying, we are sharing!” So then its Justice’s turn. “We had a sub today in art.” I asked, “Was she nice?” He gives me this googly eyed look and says, “Mom, she was old. I walked up to the desk and asked her if she wanted to live at Grand Prairie. She said no. She had a house. So I sat back down.” I might just have to hire Justice for the new addition. Cameron and I spent the entire day today decorating for Chrismas and cooking. We had a great time, just the two of us. Cameron is so much more relaxed than Justice. Cameron is detailed. He finishes everything he starts and has a happy little attitude. I love cheering on the Bombers, but I sure enjoyed spending the day with Cam....

Here We Go Bombers--Here We Go!

Just a quiet Friday night in Keeneville. Yep, doing what most families do in their quiet time; pick out starting lineup songs for Monday night’s home opener. Hard decisions. The last two weeks have been a little hectic around Adams Street. Coach had two a day practices; gotta get those ladies into defensive shape. Keeping Mrs. Coach Keene in defense shape is tackling my career and my two little men in uniform. Raising Justice and Cameron is like two-a-days, twenty four hours a day. Between spelling words and SpongeBob it’s enough to make any sane mother cry for a few quiet minutes of alone time. Speaking of alone time, I grant myself a short vacation every weekend to the grocery store. Glamorous, I know. I was in Wal-mart, checking out the toy aisle--on my way to the light bulbs--and found myself in a very interesting conversation. Well I should clarify—eavesdropping on a conversation. I heard the clerk say to this gentleman, “This is a great hoop and you want two?” Immediately my ears perked up. Hey, hey, somebody is getting a full court for Christmas. Awesome! As the conversation continues, I am now looking at bikes, and still listening. “How many feet is a basketball court?” The clerk says, “Honestly, no clue.” So me--being the quiet coaches wife I am nonchalantly wheeled my grocery packed cart by and said, “84 Feet, coach’s wife.” I wish I could have had a camera. These two men looked at me like I was an extraterrestrial. I wanted to pull a Justice Keene and yell “Boo-Ya” as I strolled by, but I kept my beam under control. My second encounter this week showing off my “10 years as a coach’s wife resume” was explaining to an 84 year old man what Grinnell style offense meant. People--I truly think I am ready for my own talk show. Anyhoo, have I mentioned how excited we are to be orange and black? Coach and I have a super awesome surprise for the players next week. We had some amazing signs made to decorate the locker room. (Pictures to follow) It’s going to rock our Washington Street Hanger. Not to mention the entire theme of havoc Coach has created around the Bomber name. From Wingman awards to the Red Bird Arena poster being made. Changing culture is hard work. I like to think of myself as a “change agent.” Not only do I get to lead my way of life at work, but I get to come home and consult Coach on the culture he is establishing for girls basketball. You couldn’t find a more passionate consultant about the cause and my price is just right! Well, this Monday night will be the first time in ten years I have not sat behind the bench. Our gym is set up with bleachers on one side and the players in chairs on the other. I guess if my biggest dilemma going into game one is where me and the kids will sit, I think we are going to be just fine! Go Bombers---See you at the game!