Monday, December 30, 2013

Things that go BUMP in the Night

Las Vegas is full of creepy crawly things that sneak into your apartment and hide in your shoes. Utah is full of spiders. Really, I'm having a hard time deciding which is worse. 

I've recently become introduced to the Twitter world and while most of what I follow revolves around pictures of cats and celebrity gossip I do indulge in the intellectual side of things and follow a couple interesting facts sites (are they considered sites or should I call them people?) Daily, more often hourly, I'm offered random bits of trivia. I love it. I love it except when I read things like, 
"At all times, no matter where you are, there is a spider within three feet of you." 
That's cool. I'm pretty much a huge fan of spiders. 
That's a lie.
I hate spiders. They have more legs than me and way more eyes and I'm just not okay with that. 
Saturday night, Matt and I became Spider Killers.  Together we massacred about a million little arachnids in my teenage bedroom where we've been staying. Let's just say I spent most of the night worrying I was going to be carried away by a spider mob while sleeping. Prayers and crossed fingers for our safety would be appreciated. 

Still alive and breathing for today at least,


Sunday, December 29, 2013

Oh hey there, Friends

Hello, hello, hello. Once upon a time, I put in some serious effort to blog while Mr. Lish was recovering in the hospital, but then he came home and I think I was just way too excited to actually tell the blogging sphere about it. Well, he's home. He's doing absolutely incrediblay and is as handsome as ever. We've done some pretty exciting stuff since his grand return from the hospital. We've watched Castle marathons on TNT and made sugar cookies and celebrated Christmas. Obviously, we're a little out of control.

Christmas was by far the best on in recent memory. There is something supremely more exciting about buying and receiving presents from your spouse. It's almost like being seven years old again and getting a Barbie house complete with furniture and appliances!

This is my attempt at the sexy librarian look. As you can tell, Matt's thrilled about it. More importantly, though, we're wearing our new Christmas jammies! Hooray for staying cozy in the blasted cold!


I got this beauty for Christmas! Isn't it "to die for?" I needed a new ring to wear at work (if I ever get a job) because I keep knocking the little diamonds in my actual ring out. As much fun as it is for the Jared's salespeople to know me by name, I'd rather not go in every 2 months. 


Check out that hairy face! Talk about a man! Just try to look past the fact that he's wearing a dress... er... a "robe" and hasn't showered for days... Well, I guess that showering part was only obvious if you were smelling him... which I was. 


Proof that he is alive and well and that I really am growing out my bangs! We're weirdos and think it's hilarious to smile without our teeth. Obviously, we're rocking it. Oh, I got him that Nike hoodie for Christmas, along with a TV and I don't think he's ever been so happy in his whole life, except, for that time he married me, of course. Was that a run-on sentence? Oh, well, it's a blog, not a research paper! 



Sunday, December 15, 2013

Surgery Day Summary

HE LIVES!!! After six hours in the hospital and about 69 snapchats to anyone I've ever met in my whole life, the doctor came out and told us that the surgery went better than they could have hoped and my hot little hubby would be out of PACU within the hour! I swear I heard the Hallelujah Chorus from on high! (Also, please excuse my excessive use of exclamation points. I'm just pretty freaking excited.)
Here he is right after surgery.
So handsome, right?
I don't think I'll ever forget that moment when I saw him lying in that hospital bed. You know how in your mind everything that takes place in the hospital is exactly like Grey's Anatomy? Maybe that's only me. Let me warn you that it is not. I ran to his side and asked in my most cheerful voice, "Hey Babe, how are ya?" Trust me, my least cheerful still sounds like I've won the lottery so I'm sure he was just really excited to hear the twinkling bells in my voice. 
He answered, "Terrible." and closed his eyes. 
I should tell you that Matt is super lucky and has about as much tolerance for pain as Superman does for Kryptonite (nerd alert). It only took until midnight for the pain meds to kick in and his pain level to drop below a nine. NBD. After his family left he grabbed my hand so sweetly and said, "I wanted to say my pain was a ten but I didn't want them to think I'm a wuss." Isn't he adorable? I could just kiss his face a million times. 

Enough of that mush, though, and let me get into the nitty gritty. Matt has Crohn's Disease and that means that his intestines like to be inflamed and irritated all the time. There's a spot where your small intestine meets your large intestine that is called the Terminal Ileum and for some reason that is the favorite hangout for inflammation. Matt has been having problems pretty much since January with pain, weight loss (we're talking 30 pounds in three months), loss of appetite, fatigue, etc. A week after we were married he had a really bad flare up and ended up at the doctor's office in which he was told he probably needed surgery. That was a great moment for me. Ya know, I think I only cried for three months, so I was totally cool about it... Well, we decided to try about every medication we could to no avail. Thus, we find ourselves here.
They didn't tell us he'd be getting "groomed"
before surgery. A hairless tummy is kind
of hilarious.
The surgery  is what we medical people like to call a Hand-Assisted Laparoscopic Ileocecectomy. That's just a big name that means removal of the Terminal Ileum and surrounding intestines. They cut him open in three places. Two incisions above the belly button and one below. One of the cuts was a few inches long- long enough for the surgeon to get his hand inside and feel around. Talk about gross. The surgeon (who is heaven sent P.S.) said that when he got in there he found about 6-8 inches was just solid, "like a lead pipe." As terrible as that sounds I think both Matt and I were relieved that he was sick enough to actually need the surgery. Can you imagine if they got in there and were like, "Oh, uh.... well... I guess we'll just take out the appendix while we're in here since nothing looks too bad...."? That's no good. 
In total Matt lost about a foot of his intestines. As if he wasn't skinny enough... No, really, we feel so blessed and grateful for the technology and experience of those medical professionals that made this surgery possible. The road to recovery is going to be long, but completely worth it. And do you want to hear the best news? The surgeon said that they checked out the rest of the colon and didn't find any other areas of inflammation! Here's to "decades and decades" of good health! 

We told him to smile for this picture. Obviously he's thrilled. 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Surgery schmergery

The day has finally arrived and we couldn't be more excited. I can't thank everyone enough for their love and prayers in our behalf! We've already had such amazing nurses and hospital staff which makes such a difference. 

Sleepy eyes, but look how excited he is!! 
We've been watching Boy Meets World as we wait and I just have to say that Feeny is the best! He always has some deep word of wisdom to make you feel better. Well, I'm no Mr. Feeny..... but I say - LET'S ROCK AND ROLL!!! 

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

WAITING, Waiting, waiting...

We made it to UTAH... and we spent our first morning here hanging out with the doctor. As it is every time you go to the doctor, we had to wait for a bit, so, what did I do to pass the time? I took pictures with my fancy shmancy new phone, of course!

You can tell who the mature one in the relationship is! 

Keeping it real,

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Christmas time in the city

With a big move and an even bigger surgery this Christmas season we won't be celebrating at our house by trimming the tree and hanging some mistletoe. So, while I have a temporary home and a hubby that isn't in the hospital I'm going to take in as much holiday spirit as I can!

Happy holidays to you!


Thursday, December 5, 2013


I'm probably seven years old, but I am obsessed with Disney's newest movie Frozen.
 Try and tell me I don't look just like her!

The red hair. The bangs. The weird faces. 

Freaky, right? 
We're practically the same person and I've never been so excited in my whole life.

Also, please feast your ears on this piece of musical genius.

Thank you Disney for pleasing the child in all of us.

Thanksgiving Tales

Getting married means splitting holidays between families and this year we had Thanksgiving with the whole Lish clan. I mean, thirty five people at a table kind of a clan! I was nervous. I had only met most of these people once or twice and I was expected to share my stuffing with them. I'm not very good at sharing stuffing! But, I put on my big girl pants, and tried to act civil. It was so much fun. No, let me try that again--- IT WAS SO MUCH FUN... and I didn't have to fight anyone for stuffing. Katie brought one of her friends from Thailand who has only been in America for a few months and, heaven bless her, I think she's been scarred for life. She forgot her pajamas and Grandma told her, "Oh don't worry, you can sleep naked! We don't care." It turns out Thai people don't take comments like that very well. We all got a good laugh out of it despite her embarrassment.
Thursday was Turkey Day and we started it off with family pictures. There must be something wrong with me because I love pictures! Getting married was the best decision of my life because I got to pose for about a million and a half pictures that day. Anyway, like it always seems to happen, after about 10 pictures the rest of the family was ready to call it quits and I was just getting my SMIZE down. Tyra would have been proud. Unfortunately, because I'm growing out my bangs I look like a well-dressed sheepdog in most of them. Live, learn, and eat more turkey. 

Here's to the model in all of us,

Merry Early Christmas

Matt surprised me at work on Wednesday with a bit of Christmas to make my day! Not only did I get to show his handsome face off to my lady friends, but he brought me my first present of the season- the iPhone 5S gold!!! Talk about an upgrade! I had been using the iPhone 3 for the past six months, which, actually is the worst. Let's just say I've been taking advantage of the front facing camera. Selfies for days, people. Selfies for days. 

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Decisions, decisions, decisions

I haven't had a chance to really update everyone on the craziness of our lives. August was a hard month for us. Matt was trying to decide where to go to school and more importantly what he wanted to do with his life. It went a little like this:
  • We were staying in Vegas
  • We were moving to Rexburg
  • We were staying in Vegas
  • We were moving to Rexburg and then moving to Provo
  • We were moving to Salt Lake
  • We were staying
  • We were moving
  • We were staying
  • We were staying
  • We were moving
  • We were confused!!!
I wanted to move away. It's not that I don't like Vegas; I just miss my family. I miss my friends. I MISS TREES! Mostly, I'm just a big baby. I tried to stay neutral, though, because I didn't want him to make a decision solely to please me. 
Then, he chose BYU. I didn't even think that was a real option. 
You see, things are a bit tricky for us. 
Matt has Crohn's disease.
Crohn's disease is aggravated by stress.
College is stressful.

We wanted to make a decision that was best for his health.
That's ridiculous!
So, we chose what will give us the best future.

Provo, here we come!


Out with the bangs, in with the new.
P.S. Sometimes Matt has a tricky time keeping his eyes open all the way. I promise he looks like a real person most of the time! And for me, well, that's pretty much what I look like all the time! 

Yours Truly,

Friday, November 8, 2013

Shooting Stars

If you could do your life over what would you change?
Maybe that bad haircut from 9th grade or giving into the gaucho fad of 2005?
Talk about a bad hair year!
Maybe you would have chosen different friends in middle school or tried out for the basketball team?

I was talking to my mom the other day about all the opportunity we have today. It seems that the sky really is the limit (anyone else hear about Lady Gaga performing in space in 2015?) and yet with the list of options growing longer it seems the window of opportunity is shrinking. I know as a nurse there are "many options" of where to take my career. The tricky part is that the place I want to be isn't hiring, or I'm not as qualified, or doesn't exist this side of Illinois.

If I could do my life over I wonder if I would change my career choice. I think about how much I wanted to be a wedding planner, or how I decided to be a graphic designer in ninth grade. I chuckle at the comments I get about how I should be on Broadway or go into theater (yes, yes, apparently I can't go 10 minutes without making up a song or melody). Then I remember why I decided to go into nursing. You see, that was not AT ALL my first choice. I wanted to be a Registered Dietitian. I wanted to show people how eating healthy can be fun and rewarding, not a hassle. That's what my plan was. That's what I was taking pre-requisites for. That's why I was in Anatomy and Physiology that day.
It was sometime in February. I don't remember what we were learning about. All I can really pinpoint is the feeling I had. It wasn't an overwhelming, shiveries all over, hairs stood up on my arms kind of a feeling. Instead it was like that nagging voice in the back of your head- the one that no matter how many distractions you think of you can't drown out. It kept saying, "You aren't going to be happy as a dietitian, Cami. You're going to be so bored." I ignored it. It came again, "You really should look into Nursing. There's no harm in just looking!" Fine! I decided to go to the Nursing Department and just look at an application. I wasn't even going to fill it out. But I did. I filled it out and I got all the references and background checks that I needed in the 6 days before the deadline closed. It was a miracle.
I told myself that if I actually got into the Nursing Program that that would be proof that I needed to follow that career path. If I didn't get in, I wasn't going to try again. Well, I got accepted. I hadn't even taken all of the required classes! I was off-track. I wasn't even in the same state! So, I searched for a class that would transfer up to that college and I found one. I was set. Cue the situational irony. I had signed up for the wrong class! I realized this the night before that class started and I was a mess! Luckily I found another class that would actually transfer and fit into my full time work schedule. Unfortunately, class registration closed the next day at 4, the same time I got off work 20 minutes away. Long story short, the head of the department was in a good mood that day and happened to be walking out of his office when we got there, so he let me into the full class and when September rolled around I started the Nursing Program.
You see, I know that was a long story, but I can't pretend there wasn't something greater than myself pulling the strings there. Call it fate. Call it divine intervention. Whatever it was has lead me to where I am now. If I would have followed the dietitian path I would have been at a different school when my now-husband returned to BYU-Idaho. We never would have met. We never would have fallen in love and had this crazy 8 months together. I don't know that Nursing is necessarily what I'm supposed to do for the rest of my life, but I do know that if I wouldn't have done it then, I wouldn't be where I am now. And right now, I'm pretty happy.

The Start of Something Amazing

Hello again!
I promised to write again soon and thanks to the scheduling tool in blogger I was able to write this shortly after my last post without any time lapse. I write to you from the couch of my in-laws' house, picking the mascara off my eyelashes and wondering whether or not I should search their kitchen for chocolate chips. It's nights like this, nights where the lighting is dim without being dark and I'm just tired enough to focus on one thing at a time, that I think about my life as a whole.
I've always wanted to be one of those bloggers. You know the ones I'm talking about! They're funny, or crafty, etc, etc, etc. It's been tricky. When I read my original blog I snicker at my pitiful attempts to be interesting. I wanted to be popular! I wanted people to say, "Did you read Cami's last blog post? It was crazy/interesting/hilarious/inspiring/..." you feel in the blank. I didn't accomplish that. It's pretty disgusting, actually. I know that blogging shouldn't be about gaining followers, but I couldn't help but want them! I still can't. I hope that I've matured enough over the past year that this blog will be different. Do I still want to be likable? To a fault, yes. Will this blog be catalogued with my cute outfits, or decadent desserts? Maybe once in a while. Like I admitted in my last post, I'm horrible about taking pictures. I really have huge aspirations to be an average photographer I'm just lazier than a cat on a Sunday afternoon. Can you count on embarrassingly lame analogies? You betcha! Will I occasionally go to my "thoughtful place" and pull out some deep musings? Sure! I can't promise that I'm going to always be interesting, or that every post is going to have a witty one liner. Heaven knows, I'm more clever in my mind than I am in reality, so take a deep breath, put on your favorite pair of gym shorts, and let's start this blogging adventure together.
P.S. That's me in the white dress. 
Three cheers for marriage!

Thanks for joining me,

Thursday, November 7, 2013

I guess I should explain-

Dear Readers,

I'm still alive! Would you believe it after all this time? I've probably turned into the worst blogger ever and to the four people that read this blog, I apologize. Getting back into blogging has been, well, a challenge. Much like a breaking up with someone, the more time that passes the more I have to say and less that I want to. Time to take the plunge I suppose.
Let me start with a few quick updates:

  •  It's November. Not much of an update, but insanity nevertheless. Let's just pretend it's snowing outside and not 80s degree and I think we'll all feel much better about the fact that Christmas is right around the corner. Fa la la la la. la la. la. la. 
  • WE'RE MOVING!! Provo, here we come. Matt has been accepted to BYU and we are packing our bags and headed North. To say I'm ecstatic would be an understatement.
  • We were foster parents… for kittens that is. It's a tragic story that I'll have to delve into later.
  • Matt's pretty much a sicky. As it turns out, Crohn's Disease is a pretty big deal and we are scheduled for surgery ASAP. It's not like anyone needs their small intestine anyway, right?
  • I'm a real life Registered Nurse working in an OBGYN office. The details are boring, so let's just say I monitor high risk pregnant woman. Thankfully, there aren't any high risk pregnant men… that was my attempt at a joke… Let me know how I did...
  • My hair is long. And I'm growing out my bangs. For anyone who has known me longer than 5 years you know what an accomplishment both of these feats are. 
I know this really wasn't much of an update on the doings of my life, but the humdrum of daily life isn't much to talk about. I promise to try to post pictures next time around. I should admit that I'm a highly unambitious photographer with a iPhone 3, so the quality is less than impressive. 

Until next time, 

Monday, October 7, 2013


I just ate a half a pan of brownies and three tacos for dinner.

On a happier note, here's a picture of me and Matt... oh and an elephant's behind. No big deal. 

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

I have a dream

Fifty years ago today, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his unforgettable speech about a better world. Fifty years, and yet the world is no better. To be honest, my dream isn't about equality or discrimination; it's about happiness. I think about all the sad in the world and it breaks my heart! I want to give flowers and candy to everyone who feels lonely or depressed. I want to be able to make people happy simply by thinking about me. Remember when you were little and would get hurt and all your mom had to do is "kiss it better?" Why can't we do that now? Why can't there be some magical bandaid for all the "owies" in our lives? I dream of a world where it's okay to hug strangers who you can tell have had a bad day. I dream of a world where children don't have to grow up too fast or lose their imaginations too young. I dream of a world in which no one judges each other because of bad decisions or puts a label on someone because of their past. I dream of a world where adults laugh as often as children, where people don't work for a paycheck, but for a belief that they are making a difference, and people dance just because they can! I dream of a world of silliness! I dream of being able to act like a complete idiot without having anyone think you're crazy or immature or incompetent.
I dream of peace and love and kindness. I dream of hope and joy.

What's your dream?

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Friday, August 9, 2013

Office spaces

After being stuck in an oatmeal colored box for too long I finally decorated my office. Cheap, easy, but perfect to brighten the cramped area. I found the quotes on Pinterest and got the colored paper at Joann Fabric. Don't you love it!?

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Love and other nonsense

I was looking through my old posts and remembered how I was supposed to be doing that "post every day in May" thing. Oops! 
Sunday was a special day, not just for fathers everywhere, but for me, too! June 16 marked our third anniversary! I told my BFF Elissa and her response was, "Only three months? It feel like forever!" It does, though, when you think about it. I am so sincerely sorry for you singletons out there because it is ROUGH! I feel grateful everyday that I don't have to share cupboard space with anyone and that all the food in the fridge is mine! Really, being married is kind of fun! I'm starting to understand the whole 'the first year of marriage is the hardest, but the best' thing. Marriage = hard. Paying bills = the worst. Going to bed every night no matter what happened during the day with your best friend = heaven. Even when we want to silently sabotage each other by poring salt in their cereal we can't fall asleep without touching each other. A few times it has been a pinky toe or tip of a finger, but we always make sure to say I love you and reach out for that physical affection. I think that's true love. It isn't perfect, but what it? 


I'm back! I took a temporary hiatus from blogging as I started working but now that real life has set in and I've come to terms with the fact that I have to be an adult now I think I'll make time to blog. Wow, pretend that wasn't the longest sentence ever! How crazy has my life been since San Diego? Uh, insanity doesn't begin to describe it. Matt and I have fallen into adulthood with a heavy smack onto our bed and between work and play we find ourselves crawling between the covers around 9:30 every night. You'd think we'd actually feel rested but it turns out working forty hours a week is exhausting, especially when you're starting out. Somehow we still find time to laugh at each other's craziness, burnt cookies and unintentional wasting of money! Who knew old tvs don't have a place for HDMI cords?! I guess you could say we're just trying to figure out this crazy, beautiful life! 

Monday, May 27, 2013

Beach Days

We spent our first day in California at the beach, of course! My experience with the ocean is, well, limited to say the least and was pummeled for hours as we played in the water. It was a B-E-A-utiful day, though, and we got nice sunburns as evidence. Now, if only my sunburns would turn brown afterwards instead of going back to white! I think I'm the only person in the world that spends an entire week in the sun and comes away without a tan. Life of a redhead, I suppose!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Laying on a king size bed in the GORGEOUS Sandy Eggo as I watch my precious hubby sleep I can't help but be grateful for my life. Is it perfect? No. My feet are currently turning into icicles and I ate too much so my stomach hurts. But hey, we have air conditioning that we don't have to pay for and I GOURDED myself on incredible pasta tonight. I'm married to this hilarious, crazy, but way too cool for me guy with perfect hair and the facial hair of a thirty five year old man. I start a new job that I prayed insanely hard for next Tuesday and Matt's health is improving. To top it all off, we went to the zoo today and he let me sit and watch the leopards play for over twenty minutes! He's going to have a huge mansion in heaven with a firepole and trampoline room for that. Life is good. Life is crazy. Life is delishes!

What delishesness is happening in your life?


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

day 3: the twilight zone.

Things that make me squirm, squeal, and squiggle? I don't know what another good sq word is... hmmm...
Anyway, let's see here:

  • bugs. I hate them. I hate thinking about them, looking at them, hearing stories about them. They are the freaking bane of my existence. My hubby hub decided to "save" a beetle from certain death while we were hiking on Saturday using the bottom of my water bottle and I refused to speak to him for at least 20 seconds. I was furious! Under no circumstances should there be physical contact with creatures. Ever. 

  • long toenails. Cut them before they cut you... or me which is really the gross part.

  • this:

or this:

Being pregnant is seriously this great wonderful miracle, and I know this from watching my sisters go through it, but really, I don't need to see your stomach. Will I want to hold what comes out of it when that time arrives? Uh, yes, but until then let's keep things covered.

P.S. Nothing against women that do have pregnancy pictures taken. In fact, I do believe it can be done tastefully and beautifully; I'm just kind of terrified of exposed pregnancy bellies.

Day two- educate

This was tricky! I haven't made a successful batch of cookies since I was 13, I still haven't mastered the art of applying makeup and would rather eat 13 worms than teach someone how to craft. However, there is one thing that I can do and it requires little more than hair and an elastic. I like to call it The Fountain. It's been referred to as The Waterfall and the Whale Spout, but something about The Fountain just makes my heart happy. I started it as soon as my hair was long enough and I can't give it up! I was top knottin' it before top knots had been named.

*due to my lack of camera skills we will do this presentation with the help of my good friend Facebook*

Start here:

Then move to this:

This was girl's camp. Like I said, I've been doing this forever.

End with this:

day one- greetings

I got this from this lady and I've really been trying to convince myself not to do it, but quite frankly my husband is snoring in the other room and we don't have tv.

I was born July 31, 1992 in the heart of happy valley, ut. I consider my childhood a happy one filled with Barbies, imagination and bad haircuts. December 27, 2005 my BFF was in a car accident that left both of us with permanent scars. I wouldn't go back to junior high if someone drug me along by my ears threatening to kill all the cats in the world. By the time I was 16 I had given up on love and discovered running. I went to college, graduated with my RN degree, met the sexiest man alive, married him, moved to Las Vegas, and just got a job.

That's life.

Daily Reminders

Here are a few things I was reminded of today:

  • Boys will be boys
  • Perseverance, perseverance, perseverance
  • The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese
  • In the end, chocolate does more harm than good
  • Prayers are answered
  • Life goes on

What were you reminded of today?

Friday, April 26, 2013

Instructions for a bad day

This is soul food.

Happy Dancing all around!

I got the call this morning.
A Women's Clinic wants to interview me for an RN position!
After being absolutely cordial on the phone I may or may not have danced through the house singing, "Yes, yes, yes! Yes, YES!"
Obviously my song writing skills are pathetic, but who cares because I have TWO job interviews next week!

By George, we just might get it!


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Bedtime Giggles

I should absolutely be in bed and my body knows it, but for some reason I can't sleep. Not like my-mind-won't-shut-off can't sleep, but more like I'm-so-tired-I-can't-stop-laughing-my-brains-out. My poor husband. I banished myself to the living room because I seriously could not stop giggling and so of course I had to share everything I thought was funny with him. Fire alarms was the topic of the night and he did NOT think it was as funny as me. Now that I think about it, there's really nothing funny about fire alarms. Oh well, that's married life!
Speaking of married life, this weekend we had our open house in Las Vegas. My amazing mother in law put it all together and pulled off the perfect Carnival! There was cotton candy and popcorn and ice cream and all sorts of fun candies, which meant I was in absolute heaven! It really ended up being such a dream and my parents got to be there which made it even more perfect. If only Pleasant Grove were a few hours closer...
Pretend we're not pasty white. Aren't you supposed to get tan in sunny Las Vegas? 

Anyway, here's a cute picture from the night! I wish you could see my dress. My mom spent hours and hours making it before the wedding and it's probably the most beautiful vintage-y lovely lacy dress this side of Kentucky. I don't know what's on the other side of Kentucky, but I mean, New York's over there so they have to have something amazing, right? Rambling... sorry.... I warned you I was beyond tired... and now I'm giggling again.

Monday, April 15, 2013

This is real life

Oh, hello! Who knew next time would literally be one second after my previous post. That's embarrassing BUT I had a thought I wanted to share:

The other day I sat in a smelly high school gym in the middle of Las Vegas watching my husband, who has a chronic disease, coach his Alma maters freshman volleyball team and I thought to myself, "This is your life."
I'm married.
I live in Las Vegas.
That's crazy.
But, it's my life and I'm loving every second of this insane adventure called being an adult!
Here's to the future!

Homeward Bound

I have a confession.
I'm a homebody. Always have been, always will be.
That tends to make things tricky considering I still consider Utah to be my home. It's not that I don't love my husband or my cute little apartment on the edge of the desolate, brown desert called Las Vegas, it's just that I haven't been there long enough for things to settle.
I don't have a job.
I don't have any friends (except my hubby hub who works and goes to school)...
(and my in-laws who are fantastic)...
There is no life in our apartment complex.
So, I saw the opportunity to go home this weekend and I took it. It really worked out perfectly considering my BFF Lisa leaves for an LDS mission on Wednesday and I need to squeeze her guts out in the most intense hug I can muster before she leaves.
So, now I'm sitting in my parents house. I'm bored, lonely, and I have a huge zit. I'm afraid this is bad karma.

Until next time,
I'm sure gonna miss this woman!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

How to have an indoor picnic

Step 1. Make sure you have enough room for said picnic. As it turns out, apartments tend to be small. This makes things tricky.
Step 2. Find a good big blanket. Red checkers preferred if you're going for the classic look.
Step 3. Choose your food.

With Matt being on his diet (Crohn's disease) making meals is well... the worst, so I kept things simple with yogurt parfaits, saltine crackers (holla at me if you're as obsessed with these as I am), quesadillas, and brownies!

Step 4: Make it fun. I should warn you now that I'm the worst photographer ever and even more terrible at planning blog posts, so I didn't take all the pictures I should have. For Matt's quesadilla I used cookie cutters to make fun shapes- dinosaurs, footballs, trucks, etc. Nothing takes you back to childhood like a T-rex shaped cheesy tortilla of goodness!