Zag Fever!

Mom is on her Peloton bike as I write this. She said it’s to burn off some nervous energy.

Sarah is at a pre-game gathering at a bar before the game. She said Adam Morrison just led everyone in a cheer. Her principal actually gave her the day off.

I think Dad was ordering a shirt.

Confused yet? We are a Gonzaga family. They play for the championship tonight.

Sarah graduated from there in 2009. At graduation, besides being freezing (Gonzaga is in Spokane), it felt like such a close-knit campus. Almost quaint.

The school is probably best known for their basketball team. But this is the furthest they have ever been champion-ship wise and the announcers on Saturday (a game in which Dad and Sarah were at, as an early birthday present for Dad) said they expect Gonzaga to take it all. Wouldn’t Mom and Dad be in such good moods if that happened? I can only hope.

Mom asked if I was going to watch. I’m not really a sports person, but I suppose so.

Go Zags!

It’s All in Your Head

This is me. Exactly.

Let me tell you how awkward this post is going to make me feel, as it’s not my personality at all. But I said I was going to speak my mind!

I don’t think I get embarrassed easily. Especially when I am reliant on other people for absolutely everything. I have help in the shower, while aides I know only on a superficial level wash the most personal of areas. You get the idea. I don’t know if I have just gotten used to it or what, but it doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it used to.

What truly bothers me is TV and commercials! It’s like with TV the networks try to outdo each other with the references to sex and they would be just as funny without them. I thought it was a new thing, but I started watching “Friends” reruns on Netflix last night, from ‘96. It’s a very funny show, and I will definitely watch it again, but let me tell you, if I were watching with someone else I would have turned it off. Why is that?

According to Time.com, I can blame my brain! I’m no neurologist, so I will let them do the explaining, but next time you see someone come out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to their shoe or watch a kid make a basket for the wrong team (my one and only basket in my youth basketball league), imagine how their brains are working!

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