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Tuesday = No Will Power

Ah, welcome back Terrible Tuesday.

Last night was basketball.  Our record, before last night, was 2-1 and we were playing the top ranked team with a record of 3-0.  According to the standings, they seemed to be dominating the league...until last night.  We pulled out a pretty solid win.  It was a close, low-scoring, game.  Both teams played some tough tough defense.  I pretty much sucked last night, but I am happy the team won.  I ended up with maybe 7 points at most, a couple rebounds, a couple blocked shots, and maybe one steal.  My defense sucked and my head wasn't at all in offense.  I really need to try to get myself open and make some picks and such.  So I was disappointed in myself.  Next week I don't have a sitter so I will have to wait two weeks to try to redeem myself.  

Speaking of basketball......Mizzou, you suck.  I was watching the news this morning, and it looks like Mizzou will be announcing that they are leaving the Big 12 soon.  This will be the death of the KU/MU rivalry and a loss of a great deal of money for the Kansas City area.  MU was the team that all KU fans loved to hate.  I guess all good things must come to an end (or some other stupid cliche that applies).  Boo MU.  

Tuesday = No will power
Another valuable piece of information I heard on the news this morning.  A study found that people have less will power on Tuesdays.  For example, dieting.  People who begin a diet on Tuesday tend to fail quicker than people who start diets on like a Wednesday.  I just found this interesting as I am a hater of Tuesdays.  

Nothing too exciting on the apartment dwelling front.  Everything is unpacked except for two bags of towels and junk like that.  I've simply had zero time to fold them and put them away.  Yesterday was a super busy day and today will be busy as well just as soon as Haley decides to get up from her nap.  I actually don't work today, but work literally all day tomorrow.  Starting early in the morning, I will be house sitting for a friend who is having carpet installed, until I have to go get my buddy off the bus.  Then instead of getting off at like 5, I'll have him all evening as well. 

Yesterday, I went and checked out the local YMCA.  It is clearly not the same, but it will do.  I found out that one of the instructors from the Bonner Y instructs at this Y as well which will be cool.  There is not a wide variety of classes like there is at the Bonner Y.  They have Zumba like 9 times during the week.  Really, Zumba is not that exciting.  They have a hip-hop dance, which I am excited about taking that class.  I will definitely be embarrassing myself in that class.  And luckily they have kickboxing with bags.  But I am picky about my kickboxing class, so we will have to see on that one.  Might try out some Power Yoga.  Who knows....

Well, that is all I have for ya today.  

Until next time.....

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