The simple things...

Well, today was the day I got a little backlash from all my "fun." Friday night I was naughty and stayed awake WAY past my bedtime. (I blame the "break" from my radiation for all that energy!) I think it caught up with me because I slept a lot last night, napped all this morning, and have still felt tired most of today. I rallied though, and it's a good thing I did, because today, my Aunt, two cousins, and I saw the one and only HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS!!

It was awesome, I laughed so much I gave myself a headache! =) I watched the all-star dunk-off on TV last week, and I feel like the globetrotters should be invited! It was so sweet to see my cousins get excited, and then for them to come home and practice their "trick shots" out in the snow with their garage hoop.

I come home to Jason having made Lamb leg (Yummy) and brought me smoked salmon for my bagel schmear for breakfast! (Delicious) He finds ways to do the "little things" even in the midst of the overall big battle. Cuddles on request, chapstick, kleenex, smoked salmon... I'm ruining his "Evil" reputation, he's very cranky about it.

Later tonight I'll giggle through the Oscars, and gear up for my BIG DAY! I'm going to work tomorrow for the afternoon and feel like a kid on Christmas eve! I can't wait for what the day will bring! Cross your fingers that I won't poop myself out just from the anticipation! I can't wait to see my team!

A day of rest and laughter, quality time with my family, and something very important to look forward to...

The simple things are still here with me, still noticed, still count.... one less thing to worry about.

Today's introduction of the globetrotters, my camera phone is awesome.

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