03 November 2009

And basketball starts...now.

Junior High basketball is officially under way. I didn't get to go to the game because of class, and it was a nice surprise to see Matt's truck in the driveway when I got home. I honestly thought I wouldn't see him until 11pm or later.

A girl could get used to this.

Well, at least until March 1 when baseball starts all over again.

Anyway, Matt is the 8th grade basketball coach, but he ended up having to coach both the 7th and 8th grade games because the 7th grade coach has a nasty case of pinkeye. Ick. And I'm happy to report that both teams won! 7th grade won by five points and 8th grade won by 15. Not a bad way to start the season.

As super-exciting as junior high ball is to watch, it's actually a terrific season. It only lasts two months, which means Matt and I get to spend holidays together - something we never got to really enjoy when he was an assistant varsity basketball coach.

You'd think that's all I think about, spending time with my husband.

We actually managed to sneak out of town for a fabulous three-day weekend over Halloween. This is the second time we've been gone over Halloween, and I get really, really scared every time we pull out of the driveway.

Not because I'm scared of ghosts and goblins.

Not because all things Halloween make me freak out.

Not even because I know I'll lose sleep due to nightmares from the scary movies Matt checks out.

Nope, I get scared because we won't be home to make sure the baseball team doesn't do anything stupid like fork our yard or toilet paper our trees or let the dogs loose or burn down our house. Which I know they want to do very badly...they just don't want to face the Wrath of Coach which could entail hideous things such as millions of laps around the field and/or mowing our yard and washing our cars. Ha.

We ended up having a great weekend, especially with the time change. There's just nothing more relaxing than having a cup of coffee while watching the sun rise over the water...then waking your husband up a couple hours later to take you to the outlet mall. And Target. And Half-Sauced BBQ.

And, apparently, a haunted house.

Ugh. I'm the world's biggest chicken when it comes to scary things - you'd think that growing up in a funeral home would have gotten all the goosebumps out of me. I actually used to not be scared of much...until I met Matt. I think it's his life's goal to make me release blood-curling screams every chance he gets.

For instance, we're walking up to the haunted house, and all of a sudden a guy with a chainsaw starts chasing us. I let out my trademark shriek, and what does Matt do? He starts laughing and tells me he heard the guy coming towards us. I punched him in the arm.

So we're going through the haunted house, and while I'll admit it wasn't tooooo scary, it still had scary moments. Matt laughed his way through the entire thing, grabbed me and tried to scare me on his own, and then the minute we get in the truck he turns to look at me and says,

"Ok, now let's go find something that will scare the pee out of me."

Um, no. Really, really, no.

We drove around for a little bit and the scariest thing we could find was a Trunk or Treat at the First Baptist Church of Camdenton. That seemed right up my alley, but Matt said it was time to go back to the condo and watch scary movies. We did, and I'm still having nightmares.

He made it up to me though - November 1st officially marks my Birthday Month. That's right, a whole month. From the moment of birth, my parents have instilled in me and my sister an expectancy of all things wonderful and brilliant and sparkly and magical for our birthdays, and in turn we have always made everything a HUGE deal make our day special and unique. Sure enough, at 7am on Sunday morning I get a text from my sister saying "Happy Birthday Month Sissy!!!" Matt even indulged me by taking me to Petco (but a salesman made me furious and I will never go into another Petco as long as I live...PetSmart reigns supreme!!).

And Target. For the third time that weekend. Just because we could.

Then we came home and my relaxing, fun weekend with my husband was quickly dashed to bits when I remembered I had three pages of chemistry homework to finish, as well as a chemistry test to study for.

Happy Birthday Month to me, indeed.

3 comments:

Larry said...

Enjoyable read. It sounds like life has a wonderful full pace. May God continue to bless you.

Dianne said...

I love the whole birthday month theme. Does that mean I get to have birthday month also? Whoo hoo! Happy birthday month to you!

Erin Wilkins said...

I can't even watch the commercial for that paranormal activity movie without having to change the channel. I am a weenie too! Hey guess what? SEE YOU IN A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!