Life of a "Sugar Momma"

HEELLLLOOOO!! Can you believe I'm blogging for the second time in a week! Woot, woot! Watch out world, I'm on a roll!
Life has been a blast the past month. As you know, we moved to Utah so Matt could go to BYU and after a few crazy nights we found an adorable, TINY, but completely cozy apartment close to school. We got all moved in and the semester started which meant it was time for me to face the facts and get a freaking job. You know, they tell you a lie when you are in high school/college and trying to figure out what career path to follow. Everyone says, "Be a nurse! You'll always be able to get a job as a nurse!" False. That is so so false! I can't tell you how many nurses I have talked to that have had to search for jobs for months before they found something satisfactory! I know that it's mostly because I'm still considered a new grad, having only worked as an RN full-time for about 10 months, and every single lady and their cat has their nursing degrees in Utah. Nevertheless, (HA! I love using that word) I thought it would be easier finding a job this time around. When I moved to Vegas I applied to over 40 hospital positions with NO luck. It's so frustrating. Here I had a perfectly good license but no one wanted to hire because "I lacked experience." Well, how the crap am I supposed to get experience if no one will hire me? Talk about a Catch 22. Anyway, I lucked out thanks to a kind man that I went to church with and got my awesome job at the women's clinic down there.
Then we moved.
Game over.
So, here I was, anxious to get a job just about anywhere and coming up with a big fat zero. There is nothing more devastating for your self esteem than not being able to get a job. I felt like a loser. I felt like I wasn't trying hard enough, but I didn't know what else to do. I was tired of everyone asking, "So, have you found a job yet?" Yes, I have actually, it just turns out that they don't want to hire me!
I pinned a lot of inspired quotes on Pinterest during that time.
But, I also started doing a lot of soul searching. I started to be religious about studying my scriptures every day. I prayed morning and night. I was doing all of the "little stuff." I told myself, "Cami, you have to do everything in your power to allow God to bless you!" So, I did. Then, guess what happened. I got a call for an interview! I was so excited! And then they called and told me the spot had been filled.
Fantastic. I decided to go back to bed and then I got another call. It was for ANOTHER interview! Imagine my relief. I'll save you some of the more menial details and just tell you that I got the job! I'm a real nurse again! So, now my life is full of early mornings and overused hand sanitizer. I'm working for Peak ENT for this amazing doctor. The company pays for my lunch, my scrubs, and my health insurance! I really am so blessed to be working for and with such incredible people!


Oh, and BTW, I chopped off my hair.

Happy Heart Day

I've been MIA. Sorry! But, I'm back for right this second so let's make the most of it, eh?

I love holidays! I love 'em! I love Labor Day and Flag Day and Arbor Day, so I really really love real holidays that are actually celebrated by the general public. For weeks I plan out each detail so that I an fully partake of the full holiday glory. It's kind of ridiculous, but hey, when have I ever made sense? So, with Valentines Day just around the corner I headed to pinterest (obvs) to get some ideas to make our FIRST V-Day together something my great great grandchildren would talk about! HA!! Totally joking, I'm not that manic....
Anyway, I found this website called thedatingdivas.com that has some AWESOME ideas for you and your significant other. Seriously, you guys, you have to check it out! After browsing for a couple of hours (or maybe more than a couple) I came up with what I thought was a fool-proof plan.

First, I was going to do this:

And then, while he was at basketball, I was going to do this:

and this

and wear something like this:

and we were going to end with... uh.. nevermind....

But, things never go as planned. Never. I don't even know why I expect them to anymore. BUT, have no fears, because they did go a little bit like this: 

I guess we can call this Valentine's Day a success! 

Blah-gging

Life has been messy lately.

We moved.

We unpacked.

We decorated.

I had four panic attacks and decided I don't want to decorate our bedroom.

I decorated the bedroom.

Matt started school.

I applied for jobs.

I got rejected.

I applied for more jobs.

I got rejected again.

I applied.

I got rejected.

Over.

and.

Over.

and.

Over.

I cried. 

Twice.

I felt frustrated and decided to never blog again because I have a terrible boring life.

I kept applying.

I decided to use my spare time to do my makeup.

I did my makeup.

Every day.

It was a miracle.

My sister got home from her mission.

I kissed little faces and tickled little toes.

I got an interview.

That was a miracle, too.

I was told that someone else got the job before even going to said interview.

We went to Sundance.

We saw Selena Gomez. 

I got called for an interview while seeing Selena Gomez.

I didn't get a picture.

But I got an interview.

I did my hair.

And my makeup.

I wore heels and a black pencil skirt.

I went to the interview.

Now I'm waiting.

And applying for more jobs.

And redecorating our bedroom.

And blogging. 

Insta- addicted

Guys, I have a confession. I'm addicted to Instagram. NBD, right? Well, kind of, except for the fact that instead of documenting my life here, I post all of my menial life details attached to a picture that usually lacks any sort of sophistication. That's a problem. You see, I want everyone to know what's going on in my life at all times and in all things and in all places. Not really, but I do want you guys to be involved, so please please please follow me @camilouise on Instagram.

Thanks kiddles,

Cami Louise

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. 

Nope. 

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,

Cami 

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! 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

Love,

Cami

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. 

Awesome.

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.