Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Beerpong is SO Undergrad!

So, I have had this rant saved up for the time to type it out. This is my blog and I can rant if I want to! (Not in the "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to" sort of way.)

As you all know, Reggie is about to graduate in May with his Masters and move on to pursue his PhD. I am so proud of him for his accomplishments in music. It is cocktail of talent, hard work, lots of practice, and mostly dedication. I am SO attracted to him for it! I'm not a college graduate. But, I can guarantee I partied on campus with the best of them back in the day! (Yeah...I'm almost 30)

The college kids annoy me. Not all of them...just most. There might be a handful of kids he goes to school with that I can actually have a conversation with and not want to shake their bobble heads until they "Get it".

Life is SO much more than being stressed out about that 20 page paper, or "OMG what AM I going to wear to that keg party Friday night?!" There is a HUGE world out there. A working world. If you have been in school from 5 to 30 years old, have never had to work a day in your life because you A.) Owe $200,000.00 in student loans. Or, B.) Live off of Mommy and Daddy...the rude awakening (also known as "life") WILL kick your ass and hand it to you.

Forgive me if we don't have anything in common. Forgive me if I choose to be an adult with responsibilities, a husband, and baby. There is a reason for growing up. It's because life doesn't care if your teachers like you.(I don't really care if YOU like ME!) Life doesn't care if you have more money than that other kid. Life WILL go on...with or without you. Live it!

Monday, April 18, 2011

1st Experience...Not So Great.

So...3 weeks ago, I gave birth to a combination of my husband and myself. It begins like this:

Monday March 28th-My first day of Maternity Leave from work! I went to the Doctor at 10am. She tells me I am dilated to 1cm and she guesses I will go into labor by Friday. WRONG, WOMAN! WRONG!!!!
I get home. My contractions were strong. By 6pm...my water breaks.

Reggie had a "gut feeling" to come home early from school and be with me. Good thing he is amazing and knew I was being nonchalant about it when it was serious.

He rushes me to UCLA, where I not only WORK, but was delivering this kid. (Don't judge me...it was convenient.) The first thing that goes "wrong" is, the first IV blew. I had fluid pumping under the skin and not the vein. So, they stuck the other arm. okay.

Time for an epidural. LAWD HAVE MERCY ON MY SPINE!!!!! (Ooooh...I cant feel anything below the waist. I love you. I love all of you.)
Something is amiss. I can feel my right side. KILL ME....I CAN FEEL MY RIGHT SIDE!

4 hours of pushing, with HALF of an epidural, little man decides he doesn't want to make a debut. Great.

Tuesday March 29th: Dr. Obvious comes in and asks me if I'd like to have a C-Section. Uh....DUH!!!! After feeling like the girl having her lower extremities eaten on the movie Jaws, and being tossed around on the table, by 10:06am, Preston was here. I was able to kiss his cheek before they rushed my non-crying baby to NICU.

Still able to semi-feel my right side, they put my guts back in. I am assuming just anywhere in there. I wonder if these people have ever played the game Operation? If so...THEY ALL LOST! I was asked a question by the anesthesiologist. I told him I was sleeping and didn't hear his question. He laughed...I think.

Guys, appreciate the mother of your children. Also, tell your OWN mom how much you appreciate her. Just sayin'

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Because...I'm Insane!

It has been a year since I moved from Tennessee to California. I thought I would type up a list of things I have done in those short 12 months, to give you insight into my insanity....also known as "my life".

February 26th, 2010: My last day at Baptist Hospital in Nashville. I didn't have another job lined up before moving. I just....quit!

March 3rd, 2010: My mom and I loaded the last of my things in my Nissan Sentra and set out on the journey of being absolutely terrified of the unknown.

March 8th, 2110: I'm in California!!!! Why am I in California?! What am I doing?!

April 2nd, 2010: I found a job. It was crap so I quit.

April 3rd, 2010; I have another job. It was crap, but I kept it until a better one came along. It was at this point, I stopped worrying and let God have full control! (As I should have in the beginning.)

May something, 2010: UCLA called for an interview. I got the job! Time to pay off some credit card debt! (Trust me...I have a lot!)

August 9th, 2010: I got a promotion at work! I needed the benefits more than I knew. In the same day....I found out I was pregnant!

September 3rd, 2010: I married the most selfless man I have ever met! He's a person who cares deeply and genuinely for others, has put me and others before himself, and has never ONCE made me feel inferior! Reginald Patrick Grisham....you da man!!!! (Oh yeah...and I love you like there's no tomorrow)

October 16th, 2010: First Doctor's appointment to check on "Sprout". Heard the heartbeat. This is REAL!

January 22nd, 2011: I turned 29 years old. Wow! Is that it?

March 5th, 2011: Hey! That's today! I have an awesome Husband, a baby on the way in a month, a job, and a blog! Time flies!

There you have it folks! My life in the past year...because I'm insane! Or, I guess some would refer to me as a "Go-Getter". Either way...I'm blessed beyond words. ;)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Basket Case

It's been a minute since my last confession...er, um....BLOG!

I never told anybody the story of the day Reggie and I found out we were going to be parents. I will try and keep it short to keep your attention....and mine!

08/09/10: I had just gotten a promotion at work. Reggie claimed I was acting "funny". And not "Funny Ha Ha". He meant "Emotional basket case, words that were irrelevant to conversations FLYING out of my mouth, certifiably funny".

He asked me if it were possible I could be pregnant. I said, "I don't know!" He insisted we go to CVS and get a test. I told him I wasn't wasting my money and if HE wanted me to take one HE had to buy it. (I know how this looks. Read above. Certifiable.)

I came out of our bathroom to wait the suggested 2 minutes for the results. I pranced/skipped in the living room and asked Reggie if he wanted to look at it together (in that mocking, bitchy, it's not positive voice). He said, "Just go get it!" So...I GOT IT ALRIGHT!

After I picked my face up off of the floor, I walked into the living room looking like I saw a ghost. He said, "What? What does it say?!" I handed it to him. "I'm pregnant." He grabbed me and hugged me.

In all of my insanity and thinking unreasonably, (even now) Reggie still hugs me. He still tries REALLY hard to make me feel better. In all of my sobbing, ugly break downs. In all of my lying around the house, looking like death warmed over. In all of my fit throwing, happy one second, crying the next...he still hugs me. Maybe we are both certifiable. :)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Pregnancy Hormones...Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

(Ladies, I am sure you can relate to this post. Fellas, pay close attention.)

In the past 7 months of my pregnancy, I have battled the 3 evils of hormones:

1.  Bad Attitude-The moment when someone says, "You look like you're about to pop!" or "Are you having twins?! Ha ha ha ha!" I want to punch them in the face and say, "Now we both look like we are uncomfortable." I want to smack anybody that makes the comments relating to how I look, how bad it's going to hurt going through labor, the people in the grocery store for being in the middle of the aisle, the people at work that touch my belly, and pretty much anybody that asks (what I consider) a stupid question relating to my pregnancy.

2.Crying without reason-I, personally, have never been a big crier. Not for movies, weddings, and sometimes funerals. In the past 7 months I cried watching commercials, movies, in the car, on the phone, in the shower, at work, going to work, leaving work, talking to Reggie, thinking about Reggie, thinking about work, and thinking about crying. (I could cry typing this...you never know)

3. Exhaustion/Laziness-I have 8 years of fitness experience. I get tired walking from my car to my apartment now. I hobble up the stairs (I used to skip one and sprint), throw all of my junk in the living room floor, kick off my shoes anywhere, change in to PJ's, and sit my Humpty Dumpty self on the couch and ask Reggie to bring me things.

In all of these things, I have tried SO HARD to be the positive, up-beat, and silly person I once was. I laugh at how ridiculous it is to feel any of these 3 things.

I can say this: My husband has been amazingly patient and loving...despite my attempts to cry, kick, and scream my way back to Dr. Jekyll, from Mr. Hyde.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's "THE WORST DAY EVER!"

To fill you all in, I have never been the "girly" type who likes pink roses and frilly little things. I have always sort of been into more powerful things. For an example: I climbed trees and played with a machete in the woods while some girls wanted to play with Barbies and dress-up. I'm not saying I never did those things as well...I'm just saying I enjoyed being outside, getting dirty, and conquering things more!

With today being Valentine's Day, I have noticed several ladies have posted on their Facebook how it was the "WORST Valentine's Day EVER!" Really? The worst? What if we took the Holiday out of the equation. Would it be just another bad day? Would it be the "Worst Day EVER"?

I guess I am asking these ladies to take a look at your expectations. What were you expecting from this day? Flowers? Candy? A man to miraculously ride in on a white horse and sweep you off of your feet at work, then make out with you while rose pedals fell all around you from the sky? PFFFFFFFFFT!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! (ehem)

Get real, Ladies! I think most women set themselves up for disappointment. If your significant other makes an effort everyday (not just one out of the year) to show you they love you, appreciate them!

Reggie and I were standing in the grocery store last night. I made a comment about the other flowers labeled "The Love Bouquet" actually stood for "Not Roses". We laughed. Then he asked me if I wanted flowers or candy for Valentine's Day. I told him "No! Don't waste your money on flowers that wilt in a week or two, or candy, or crap that collects dust." (And NO there was no women's code of saying one thing and meaning another. It was the truth.) When we got home, he dropped me off at the door, carried all of the groceries up the stairs, put them away, and not to mention did the laundry earlier. I can honestly say I know how much he loves me. Everyday... Not just one.

There. That was my mushy, girly moment of me loving my Husband and every effort he makes to show me affection through actions...not a Hallmark card!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Idiots Guide to Being Funny

Chapter One: "Seriously?!"

1. Don't take yourself too seriously. Chances are, nobody else is. :)

Below is a picture of me at work. I am sporting a baby bump, scrubs, and a handmade mask bikini! Enjoy!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

To get you started...Don't get ME started!

So, some of you may know I am expecting! Yay! Baby boy (Preston) is due in a couple of months. My entire person hurts and my job makes it LESS enjoyable to weigh 30 extra LBS.
That aside, I am pretty scared! This is my first pregnancy and I am having him in the same hospital in which I am currently employed. I'm not scared of the pain or the fact that my business will be on display. I am afraid of the fact that I get nurses (and sometimes Doctors) asking ME what some of our supplies and equipment do! I DON'T KNOW!!
Look, I can let go of the fact that 80% of the people I talk to on the phone can't speak English. I can even let go of the fact that 90% of the paper requisitions for supplies I get off of the fax machine are misspelled or MADE UP names for items. But, I just can't let go of the fact they are asking ME what a piece of medical equipment or item is for and how it works!!!!

(Here are just 2 examples of the things I see coming off of the fax machine.)