Growing up

This March, I filled out my first ever NCAA Men's Basketball bracket. So far, I am about 60% accurate, and only one of my Elite 8 teams is already out. My Final Four consists of North Carolina, Kansas, Tennessee, and Florida. I know Tennessee is kind of a long shot, but I had an instinct about them for some reason. Granted, I also gave Holy Cross and Xavier the benefit of the doubt and they failed me miserably. Oh, and I picked North Carolina to defeat Kansas in the Big Dance, 76-72. (I find it ironic that my brother Mike picked the exact same score for two different teams!)

It's a vicious cycle. The teams I hate never cease to disappoint me, even when I am rooting for them to win. Example, I counted on Duke to win purely because I dislike their program and what did they do!? They lost the very first game to some random, irreputable school with three names.

On the other hand, my Dallas Mavericks' little "slump" came and went, and with no repercussions in the standings. Phoenix, the closest team in the race, also lost two games in a row, so every thing's right on track and Dad and I are so excited!

Speaking of him, I am going to make more of an effort to let him know how much I appreciate him. He has worked hard to provide for our family, is probably the best stomach doctor out there, and has been nothing but a model of integrity and strength and wisdom since I've known him. I am definitely a Daddy's Girl. I am his Baby Angel, after all. He has a Facebook now, believe it or not, and we are official Facebook friends. I helped him fill out his profile, and he is a bona fide computer literate.

You should add him. Unless you're a freak. Actually, scratch that. Unless you don't know us. You can be a freak. We know and love plenty of freaks.