Lindsey

But I have something to tell people.
And no freaking out.
No, I’m not pregnant. We’ve had that discussion.
Today, I was coming home from a long, hard, strenous day at Applebee’s. It’s raining, and I pull into the parking lot. I’m a little afraid of being alone at night, so I’m on edge. When I get to the outside door to my building, there is a creepy looking dude standing outside smoking - I’ve never seen him before, and he’s talking to himself, things like “she’s a good one, that’s ok, I think so” etc. I tried to shut the outside door behind me, but it didn’t latch. I walk downstairs, and realize, I’m home alone, and I have to turn the lights on - he will know what apartment I’m in, and that I’m home alone. But, I tell myself, stop being paranoid and obsessive. He’s jsut hinking out loud. Well, anyway, I go in, turn the light on, go in to pee, and panic. I finish peeing, don’t flush the toilet so as not to make too much noise that I can’t hear anything, and go to the living room to get my phone. I’m in the middle of typing a text to Bryce telling him I was freaked out, and what should I do, when I hear the outside door open, and then the inside door open. I stand up on edge. Suddenly, someone is pushing hard against the door and turning the knob furiously. I go to the door and yell “knock that the F*** off!” And it stopped. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two of my super sharp Santoku knives, one that is pointy and another that is super sharp. I heard another door open, but I’m not sure if it was to another apartment, or the inner complex door.
I grabbed my phone, and called Bryce, who didn’t answer because he is still at ‘bees. I tried to call our friend that is working with him but constantly texting, but B called back before he could answer, and I tell him whats going on. He’s like “Call the police” but I didn’t want to in case it was just another rooms guest or something. So we agree that I will call Wayne to come over and sit with me til Bryce gets home in like 2 hours, but I will call the police if anything else happens.
So I am sitting at my apartment with Wayne waiting for Bryce.
Now, the question I have is, am I paranoid? Did the guy make a mistake and try to get in the wrong apartment?

But then again, what are the odds that the same night I feel creeped out by a guy, he tries to get in the apartment? Was he trying to get in if he could, and then going to his friends? I know that if he tried to, he would have known where I lived. Should I have waited in the dark til I heard him come in? I mean, you can’t live your life constantly fearful and all that, but should I have trusted my gut? Should I have called the police? Am I over-reacting by still thinking about it? What happens when I sleep tonight? Should I consider getting a gun? Why did he try so hard to get in this door - would he have tried that hard at the apartment he was trying to get into? What are the odds the apartment he was looking for was one of the three others on our floor? I don’t know. I’m a little on the paranoid side anyway, but too much for me.

Well, as most people know, I’ve been furiously working away at wedding things now that my semester is over. Overall, the semester was okay, and I got decent grades, but it definetely wasn’t my best. I was a little stressed out for the last fourth of it and had a rough patch. But, I came out all right. Thankfully.

So now I’ve put myself to work for the wedding. I made 200 and sent out 184 invitations. If everyone attends and brings the amount of people I expect, that would be 421 people. Hopefully, for the 80 people who would have to watch the wedding standing and our parent’s checkbooks, that won’t happen. I want lots of people to come, but not everyone.

Also, the invitations were made by hand. My friends (although mostly just Megan) and I printed them, punched holes, tied ribbon, stamped the label with silver ink hearts in most cases, put foil seals until i ran out due to my other bag of them being MIA somewhere, put USPS stamps on the rsvp envelope and the outside. I have to say for their quaintness, we did an excellent job. In case you are wondering, the woman-hours on that project was around 40 HOURS. I saved hundreds of dollars, but still. It was exhausting. So if your name is on your parents, no bitching.

I have also sent in “engagement announcements” to the grant county review in Milbank and the Ortonville independent. Hopefully they publish them this week.

I have also created a wedding website. Much of it is for out-of-towners, but one important piece is our gift information. We aren’t doing a “gift registry” at Target or anything because it is to much work and too expensive to haul out here. The uhaul for the way out here was around 500 or so. Shipping stuff also costs money. So we are looking for either personal gifts that mean something, or gift cards so we don’t have to haul tons of kitchen gear 1500 miles. We created a “gift card registry” that although my mother lets me know is tacky, is way more convenient. If you have any suggestions for places not already on the list, let me know. The more variety, the better.
Here is the website: click here
For people familiar with the area, read the directions and make sure i didn’t make any mistakes. I wrote them fast and you never know when you do that.

In other news, Tony is making a trip soon - two weeks from now i think- to visit us. Should be a good time. My mom and sisters are arriving June 7th, and staying a few days and seeing the sites, and we should be back to O-town on the 12 or so.

I also will be working at Applebee’s every weekday during the summer, the money isn’t great for lunch, but its better than just spending it.

I also would like to get golfing more. This is the first year in many I haven’t practiced year round, and by far the latest that I haven’t made it to play a round. B and I hit up a range one day, but you have to use mats, and thats worthless. My professor is taking me to a fancy private course sometime soon, so I better get in top form to beat him.

I also am pretending, although hopefully it happens for real, to begin a concerted effort to lose some weight. I am at about my heaviest ever, and that isn’t how i want the most photographed day of my life to be. So I’m going to try to start running/working out more. I did run a mile or so outside today, but it was so warm out I couldn’t do much more than that. I don’t sweat much, so I get overheated pretty easily. I should have ran on the treadmill at the fitness center, but it was too beautiful to be inside all day. My goal is 7-10 pounds before the wedding. I already have the dress in to get fitted, and it is a little snug on top, so I could lose some but not a lot, because alterations are too expensive. It cost almost $200 to do the hem. After the wedding, I’d like to lose 5-10 more. So a total of around 15. I’ll never be as skinny as I used to be - my body finally caught up to my bone structure. Plus although most of you don’t want to know or care, I don’t want to lose my “lady lumps” either. I kinda like them.

After expressing my love for my breasts, I think this post is complete. Does anyone else feel a little awkward?