Paranormal Activity 2

I went with one of my best friends and her husband to a movie last weekend. Damion, my boyfriend, works in the oil field so he is always one call and was called out that night. The movie started around 11pm or so, so we didn't get out until 1am or so. Paranormal Activity was the choice of Cindy and I. Phil is not so into scary movies as we are, but after a few drinks at dinner, we talked him into it! He never saw the first one with us, but Cindy and I loved it so decided the second one, was a must. As we sit though the movie, I watch Phil jump and scream like a little girl! See the reason he doesn't like scary movies is because he actually gets scared! Hahaha. As I laugh at him when the movie is over, even though it scared me as well, I begin my adventure home alone, at 1am. We live in north Bossier so I have a good 20 minute drive from Tinseltown to freak myself out.  Although we are in a secluded gated neighborhood, I walk in through my garage and notice my back door is wide open. Needless to say, I freak out! Knowing that when I checked all the doors before I left, I must have not shut and door completely so it wouldn't have locked when I turned the deadbolt. I about hyperventilate as I begin to think of every terrible scary thing that could happen. I am one of those people that imagine every escape route from my house if someone or something is in my house! I am a bit OCD on being by myself at night. The gated neighborhood even has recording video cameras that surround our house and yet, I still freak out! So now my next plan is to get Damion (me really) a big dog for Christmas. I keep telling myself a big dog will make me feel less scared of being alone at night. Honey and Hope (my 10 pound dogs) won't do anything except roll over and want an intruder to rub their stomachs. Hahaha. The actual fact is, I get scared the most when I watch scary movies, but I love them. Is a big dog really gonna protect me if a demon is in my house?!?!?!?! Watch paranormal activity to answer that question!
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Food at the fair!

So everyone is talking about going to the fair and eating all the great food. I always get way to excited for the fair as well. Just a good experience for my boyfriend and I to get out of the house, put down the work and let loose. The only issue is, the food! When I go to the fair I feel like I need to eat as terrible and as much as possible. As a person that doesn't eat red meat, or eat unhealthy for most of the week (except my 1 cheat day a week) it sometimes makes me sick! Funnel cakes, french fries, anything that smells good is what I eat. Then for the next 3 days I pay for it because my body is not used to all the friend food and grease! But it is worth it. My boyfriend asked me every year, "why do you do it to yourself?" Heck I dunno! Because it's good. HAHAHA

Is it better to be safe than sorry?

One of my employees calls me and tells me that she locked to doors to the store because a guy pulled into the vacant parking lot, stands in front of the store in all black clothes with a black bag draped across his shoulder. He began to take pictures (with his phone in his extremely shaky hands) of the parking lot and our front door. He then paces back and forth in front of our store smoking a cigarette. Chelsey locks the door, keep in mind usually weekend shifts, only one girl works. The guy then begins to pull on the door and bang on the windows. So Chelsey calls me and asks what to do, I tell her to immediately call the police just to inform them and have a patrol officer come to the shopping center. I also tell her I will be there soon so I go right over. In discussion with my boyfriend on the way home from the store, is it better to stereotype this guy and be safe or is it overreacting that we automatically assume he's trying to do something fishy in front of our store?

Why does technology hate me?!?!?

A couple weeks ago my laptop crashed. FYI... the computer was just bought last year so it is not an old piece of crap! About a month or two ago, the computer in my Bossier location of business crashed. FYI... the business requires the computer for EVERYTHING we do in the store. Without it, we can no absolutely nothing! After battling my work computer for about a week, I finally got all data back, Anti-virus software installed, all the programmed files reinstalled and back in business. So last week I got my personal laptop back and running and installed a new Anti-virus software. Thought the issue was solved. Well of course not! Last night, my computer crashes again. Fixed it. Then it crashes again this morning. Why me?!?!?!? Is it my touch to electronics that makes it say, "Hey, Lyndsi just touched me. I'm gonna quit working. I don't like her. Let's make her struggle and work on me all day." I think that is how it goes down when I get on a desktop, laptop, voice recorder (which wouldn't work 2 weeks ago when I was trying to make  PowerPoint for another class), TVs, DVD players, basically anything that has power. Oh yea, and ALL of the iPhones I have gone though. I think I was meant to live back in the stone age when sticks and stones was the basic tools needed for survival, Now, I couldn't imagine a day without cell phone's, computers, and TVs. You think the sticks and stones would manage to break if I lived back then?!?! I Do!

Are you kidding me?

So I have two small dogs, Honey and Hope. Honey is actually the mother of hope, but Honey is the one that carries around a "baby." It is a fuzzy pink squeaky bone that is about the size of her body. She carries this thing around all day and needs it to go to sleep at night; she sucks on it. Keep in mind she is six years old! I have had to replace this toy probably about seven times. Well her current "baby," she has chewed a hole in the pulled out the squeaker and some of the stuffing, so it's time for a new one. I usually have backup ready, but after long hours on the internet, could not find these things anymore. I know I'm in trouble. Well I come across a company that has them for super cheap; like $3.50 per toy. I order five of them (each one will usually last about 6 months to a year). I pay more for the rush shipping than I do for the actual toys. So I get home last night around 8 or 9 or so and it is dark but I can see a package on my doorstep. Thank god!!! I'm tired of waking up in the morning to be covered in more stuffing from her old one! As I'm looking at the rather small box I'm thinking to myself, "man, they must have shoved these things in there!" I open the box and I pull out these tiny bones about 2 inches in length. Now I'm in real trouble. I put her old toy up there to compare the size to the new one and all five of them lines up in a row do not equal the size of her old one. So, I'm gonna give this a shot. I cut all the tags off this toothpick size toy and hand it to her. She looks at me like "are you kidding me" and walks off and somewhat starts to sulk. Lays down, head down, won't look at me. It was my mistake to squeak one of them before she saw it so she knew she was getting a new one (which usually excites her). So, did I get any sleep last night? Not really. And why is that? Because Honey wouldn't lay down as she was searching for her "baby" last night that doesn't exist anymore.

Life goes on...

So I have just spent the past couple days in the hospital with an abscess in the back of my throat. Who knew a sore throat could turn into a closed throat. Well after being sent home this morning, I realized that life does go on without you. I have come home to a million emails from work, a million assignments I have missed in school, and a house full of a mess. Now you all know that I like to make choices in life to slow down the pace and be able to enjoy the things we love, but how do I do that when I have so much to do and not enough time or energy? If anyone has the key to thins, let me know! But always remember, life will always go on with or without us!

Boys and their toys!

I have heard for the past six month, "I want a motorcycle. I want a new car. I want a segway. I want drums. I want a guitar." So finally my boyfriend decides its time for the motorcyle. In my head I'm thinking this is the best thing I have heard all week because now he will shut up about buying one. I am on a business trip in New Orleans for the past week and he decides to drive to every Harley shop from Bossier City to New Orleans on a quest to come visit me. So he stops at multiple shops and once he reaches New Orleans, I decide I will go with him to Slidell to look at that shop. So we get there and he finds a couple of bikes he likes. Again, this is one more step ahead so I am excited. Not realizing what I am getting myself into, I hear questions and debates on color, type, suspension, kits, conversions, blah, blah, blah. Not being a very savvy girl with anything like that, I am lost! I have trouble figuring out my navigation in my car so we all know motorcycle talk is at the bottom of my kowledge base! Being a supportive girlfriend, I want him to get what he wants and what he likes, not what someone else tells him to get so I try to voice my oppinion when it matters. In a shop full of boys, my mind seems to drift when they are talking about the width of a tire and what kind of rims are on the bike. I know boys like their toys but is it wrong that I am thinking about how cute my new pair of jeans would look on me on the back of the bike?!?! Or how I am going to hold my purse when I am riding with him?!?!? So push comes to shove and he picks one out. He picks out all the extra 'toys' he is going to add to this bike and after it is all said and done, three hours later, he has a bike! In the truck on the way home, I wonder to myself, what did I do for three hours while he was shopping for a bike? I was shopping in my head for accessories that will look good on his bike! Boys and their toys and women and their shoes!