Simple Pleasures Tag, and Feeding the cankers.

Bre tagged me a while ago about simple pleasures-so here you go. I had to laugh because most of her simple pleasures are mine too...but I will try to do something new. A few of my favorite simple pleasures.

Blogging-Let me explain. I learned this weekend that I love blogging and my Internet in general. Our service was down for a few days and I missed it. I might be addicted. It's so nice to take a few minutes out of my day to read about what you are all up to, and live vicariously through all of you travelers.... and I love documenting our lives through it. I don't scrapbook anymore, so this is a great way for me to remember the little things.

A good book-I wasn't a big reader in high school. In fact, I wasn't a big reader till the last few years. Now, I love. love. love. to read. When I go into a book store I am in pure awe of how many books I want to read, and feel totally in heaven there.

Anyone have any good book suggestions?

A great bag-Oh, yes. I have a small addiction to bags. I love them. I am always drawn to the much too expensive ones, and wish I could afford to buy a new one every month. Right now I'm using Goldie. (Yes, this ones so pretty she has a name.) I know, it's more yellow than gold. But whatever color she is, she's perfect.

And lastly...

A good coke-I know, I know... it's not good for you, blah-blah-blah. I love a good Coke. I figure we limit meat, cheese, eggs... (sorta) (kinda) Hey, the fake vegan life is tough. I can have my coke. Don't judge me, just let me drink it in silence while it burns down my throat and eats through my stomach.

I'm not feeling awfully creative right now, so I'll stop there. I tag whoever needs something to blog about.

And since I haven't written about Trav for a while, I thought I should throw a bit about him in here too. (A fathers day post will be written later.)

The new cancer center is open in Logan and it is a great improvement from the old building. There is much more room, and I think he likes that he can have a little privacy while he gets his treatments. Before there were only a few small treatment rooms and they were chuck full of people (sad really). He's met some really interesting people there, and it's interesting to hear about how others face cancer. There are the negative nellys, and the super positives. Very young, and very old. It's a melting pot really.

His cankers are pretty ridiculous right now. They are huge, and his poor mouth is always sore. I feel terrible for him! His body is pretty achy and he is tired, but of course, he doesn't complain. What a good man I married! Instead of saying he is going to get a treatment, he says he is going to "feed the cankers." He's funny, no?

And if you weren't already convinced that we are slightly stupid, here's the kicker.

We watched P.S. I love you this weekend. (It's was late and that was all that was at the Red Box.)

Bad idea. Bad. I'm not a big cryer. In fact, I hate to cry. But this movie did me in. The eyes still hurt. I highly recommend that no one who is in a similar situation to us watch this movie. It is the devil.