Happy Anniversary to Me.

:D Yesterday was mine and Kevin’s 23-month anniversary.
The night before, we stayed up on the phone, as is tradition :] But, he got sleepy and left at around 11:00. We made plans for him to come pick me up from The School Zone between 3:00 and 4:00. I was on my laptop, and I looked up movie times for the next evening. We both agreed on Shutter, and the time of 7:30. And then he went to sleep. He called me at midnight to tell me that he loved me, and happy anniversary. :D
So, yesterday I had to go to work :[And it was a boring day, to say the least. We had one customer? But then at a little after 4:00, Kevin showed up. YAY. So we talked to my dad for a few minutes, and then left. We arrived at Southlake Town Square, and walked around Barnes and Noble for about three seconds, and Kevin got a phone call from his brother, Kyle, that he was home from school and he needed inside of the house...all doors were locked. The only house keys are on the car key-ring, and Kevin had the car...So we had to go back to Kevin’s house to unlock the door for Kyle.We headed back to Southlake, and I bought the movie tickets. Well, actually, I gave Kevin $20 so he could pay. :DWe went to The Cheesecake Factory to eat. I got popcorn shrimp, he got orange chicken (no surprise there!) It was yummy, but I got major heartburn afterwards.We went to Buckle (Kevin found a million things he wants, as always), Aeropostale (I found a million things I want! But they didn’t have my bikini I want, and my board shorts were only found in GRANDE.), and American Eagle (Nothing).
Now, we had only been walking around for about twenty minutes, but it seemed like it had been an hour, at least. We had planned to go to the theatre at 7:15, but by the time we got finished with our shopping, Kevin wanted to go to the theatre right away. I didn’t know what his hurry was; it was only 6:50. But, he was right! When we got in to see the movie, there was already a couple at the top. Hey! That’s OUR spot! Lol, so Kevin and I went to the top, and put our feet up on the chairs in front of us. We chatted for a few minutes, and then the theatre started to fill up....MAJORLY....with a million and four 12-year-olds. NO JOKE.We kept watching the entrance in amazement, while at the same time crossing our fingers that nobody would sit by us.There were these kids, though, that sat two rows in front of us. There were four of them; three girls, and one boy. One of the girls turned to talk to Kevin, who had his bare feet on top of the chair in front of him. Um. Ew. She thought it was freakishly cool that he took his shoes off. Um. Okay.
Seriously, though. They were SO LOUD. The kids, that is. We decided that every single movie should be rated R from now on. The manager had to stop the previews before the movie, and tell everybody to be quiet. :DOnce the movie started, it was okay...at first.Then, a scary part happened and, just as Kevin had predicted, every single girl in there shrieked their heads off! Kevin had his pissed-off face plastered on. He finally left and found the manager. He complained, and was told that he would get free movie tickets...but he didn’t. :[
The movie was okay, I guess. I think I would’ve enjoyed it more if it WAS rated R. I don’t think I got the full impact of it. But there were a few freaky parts.
After the movie, we headed back to Kevin’s house. We stayed for about thirty minutes, and I talked with everybody (Dad, Mom, and Kyle). It was a fun time, actually. Everybody was in a good mood.
When we got back to my house, I didn’t want to get out of his car. I don’t know when the next time I see him will be, and I had just had a fantastic evening, and I didn’t want to go back home.I couldn’t sleep. It was a HORRIBLE night for me last night. I kept watching my digital clock as hours passed by. I was more scared of the movie than I thought I was. And then my allergies acted up really bad, and ... you can’t sleep and sneeze at the same time. Let me tell ya! By 2:30, I finally fell asleep. Mandy texted me at 10:28 this morning. If not for her, I may still be asleep.
Yesterday was also Mandy and Shane’s one-year anniversary! She got a million presents, and he took her to go see High School Musical on Ice. I’m totally jealous!!
I just can’t wait for next month. TWO YEARS. He better do something special!
Well, I’m going to go find something for lunch.

No More Car?

Okay, I'm mad now.
Today, on the way to work (we take my car), a light came on in my car!!
Dad said, "Oh no. That's the engine light." So...CRAP. There's something wrong with the freaking engine in my car!!!
I knew this was too good to be true. I haven't even had it for two full days yet. And BAM! We have to take it back to the dealership. So that's where my dad is going now, to take it to the guy and make them fix it.

Anyway, it's 10 more days until mine and Kevin's 23-month anniversary!!
And next month is OUR TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY!! I'm SOOO excited.

Oh, it's also 10 more days until Mandy and Shane's ONE YEAR!! YAY.

Shaun of the Dead.

"...so can i see you tomorrow? i have a movie i want to watch with you."
I got this text message two days ago at about 6:00pm from Kevin.

Well, heck yeah, I do, but uhhh, what movie did he want to watch? Mmm, yeah. That would be Shaun of the Dead. So I've only seen this movie once, and I only saw the last half of it.

You definitely have to watch it from the beginning if there's any hope of understanding the whole 2-and-a-half hour movie!

So that was the plan. I had work on Saturday, so I was going to go, and Kevin was going to pick me up after work to watch the movie at his house. He so kindly rented it for us to watch. How sweet.

But, as things always do with the Mears family, the plans changed.

On Saturday, I went to work. Kevin had orientation with Chili's since he just got a new job as a waiter there. [[Go Kev!]] I heard from him at around 1:00, and he said that he had to wake up early that morning, so he was going to take a nap...then I heard his mom talking on her cell phone in the background.

"Baked or sweet potatoes?" she asked Kevin.

Yeah, I was lost, but I said REGULAR anyway. Because baked sweet potatoes=gross.

They had been invited to The Jones Grandparents household.

And so was I!

So I asked my parents, and they said it was okay for me to go.

He picked me up at 4:15, and Kevin and I went by ourselves to their house, everybody already at the house. When we got there, I talked with Kyle and Stephanie, and Mom, and Grandma... we started to watch the movie at their house, and then it was time to eat. Mom and Steph pulled the potatoes out of the oven, and Grandma tossed a salad. Kyle took the steak and the "special chicken just for Lindsay" off of the grill. Ha I felt SOOO BAD that Grandma took out some chicken to defrost JUST FOR ME. But hey, at least I'm loved in this family, right?
We all sat down at the same table, in the dining room, and talked about -- get this -- ABORTION. And how Kevin is all for it if -- and ONLY IF -- like, the girl gets raped, and gets pregnant from it, and isn't ready for a baby. So I got mad at Kevin for that, because um, it's not her fault that she's pregnant, so she can totally give it up for adoption! There's no reason to just kill a baby because a guy raped you. Whatever.
So after that, we talked about World War II, or something equally boring.
After supper, Kevin and I layed on the floor in front of the television in the living room, and watched most of the movie.
Now, Kyle and Steph wanted to go "camping", or something, so they had to take the car. Which meant Kevin and I had to leave when Mom was ready. Which probably meant within the next five minutes. But I had to be home by 10:00 anyway, so we had to leave. AND WE DIDN'T EVEN FINISH THE MOVIE!!! :(

It came time for me to go home, and Kyle had to take Stephanie (who also lives in Justin) home as well. So all four of us (Kyle, Steph, Kevin, and myself) piled into the car, and went to The Big J. Kevin and I were in the back seat together, and I was so tired! So I just layed down in his lap for pretty much the whole carride. I listened to Kyle sing and watched him dance out of the corner of my eye. I giggled a little bit, and then fell asleep to Kevin running his fingers through my hair every three seconds. (I love it when somebody plays with my hair.) Kyle dropped off Steph first, and we all said goodbye.
Once he got back in the car, he began to drive. The topic of my mom came up for some reason, and Kyle goes, "Your mom thinks I'm gay."
I laughed so hard.
"Why do you think that?" I said.
"Uh. Maybe because she TOLD me that the first time I met her."
I was like, "Kyle. I was THERE the day that you met my mom." Which I totally was. It was an...interesting experience.
My mom never said that, though. So I think Kyle was a little loopy.

I remember it really well. The day Kyle met my mom, I mean. We were all in the backyard last summer, sitting around the pool. Our dog, Maggie, came up to my mom for her to pet her, and then Kyle goes, all cool, "Dogs love me." And then he patted his knee for Maggie to come to him. She totally blew him off though, and walked the other way! It was so funny.

Then he drove me to my house, but hey! The car wasn't there! I called my mom because, um, I didn't have a key to get into the house. She answered, and explained that she and Dad had gone out to eat, and were just at the Speedway, on their way home. So I went up to Sonic with the boys, and we chatted for a few minutes, and then turned back around and to my house. My parents were just pulling up in the driveway when we got there, so Kevin got out of the car to thank them for letting me come over.
"Mrs. Laird," Kevin turned to my mom. "Do you think Kyle is gay?"
My mom looked kind of taken aback. "No. Why?"
"Because he said that you told him that."
"Yeah," Mom said. "Because I'm the kind of person that goes around and tells people they look like they're gay."

So I had a GREAT night, all in all, with my boy. :D
I always do.

But...okay...
My dad and I have been looking online for cars for FOREVER, and I've been wanting a Black Ford Ranger because I think it's the cutest thing EVER. BUT I think a truck is way too big for me, and it's a really bad car for me to have for my first car. I'd totally run over everything. So, I've been wanting a VW Beetle since I was like, 13, so we've been looking for one.
There was one for sale up at Justin State Bank the other day. It was silver, and it was an automatic. It was pretty freaking cute. But it had this HUMONGOUS dent on the passenger side door. And of course, when Dad looked at it, he found all of these other things wrong with it, too. Like it didn't have a front blinker light, and it was broken. Ha, I don't know.
So we were looking online, and WE FOUND ONE. It was gray, automatic, but it was new on the website, so they didn't have a picture, or very many details. So we called the place, and the guy said that it didn't have a sunroof, which I wanted!! And he told us there wasn't much wrong with it, except that it had quite a few miles on it...but it's a 2002. So whatev.

BUT OH MY GOD. GUESS WHAT???
That little baby is MINE.
While I was gone at Kevin's grandma's, BOTH of my parents went out to freaking IRVING (where the dealership is) AND BOUGHT THE CAR!!!!!!
And guess what?? IT HAS A SUNROOF!! The guy told my parents that he told us it didn't have a sunroof, because he didn't want to tell us it did, and then it didn't. So it's better this way :D
I totally thought it was an early April Fools joke.
But...my parents aren't that mean!!!

OH MY GOD I HAVE A VW BUG!!!!
I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Excited!!!

I Can't Stand The Way You Teeeease.

American Idol has had me hooked from Season One, and my mom and I watch almost every episode faithfully, now, every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night.

Tuesday night is our favorite, because it is when the boys perform. And let me tell you, there are some hotties this year!

Aside from David Cook and David Archuleta, this boy to my left, here, is my favorite of the season. The famous Danny Noriega is my Season 7 [gayyy] Hottie :D
Okay, yes, he's probably the gayest kid I've ever seen, but oh my Lord, you really just want to pick him up and give him a big hug.

As I was watching the kick-off show tonight, the suspense began to build, as it does every year. This was torture, for real, because Danny was within the last two guys, waiting for the results.

Now, my dad is not a huge American Idol fan, but he was sitting on the couch, front and center, for the whole hour, rooting for Danny to go home.

I wanted to throw a shoe at him.

I am sad, because to tell you the truth, I didn't like Chikezie much (the guy who got the last spot in the top 12 instead of Danny :[ ).

I will miss the cockiness, and the funny little remarks.

He was my favorite, and although "Some people weren't likin' it," I LOVED it :D

Prediction?
This guy to my right WILL be the next American Idol ;D

David Cook is my [actual] Season 7 Hottie!

My Name IS Lindsay Laird...

...But I did NOT write this book:

:D
You know, I was thinking about buying this book, just because my name is on the cover.
But, I looked it up at barnesandnoble.com, and it is a whopping $229!
No, thanks!

P.S.: Salmon Farming?

A Mother's Love.

I've had a rough couple of weeks. I haven't seen or talked to my best friend at all during February, and as today is the first day of March, I can only hope that she may have a change of heart.
I've needed her this week, more than I've ever needed her.

On Thursday, I had a doctor appointment. It was just a consulatation...followed by me giving my whole arm's worth of blood. :-/
The good part was, I got out of work at 12:30, and didn't have to go back when my appointment was over. Instead, my dad and I went to Cristina's, and then back home, so I could rest.
Friday morning, I was woken up at 5:45. I had another appointment at 7:00, and I was to get an endoscope performed on me.
I totally wasn't excited.
I had a second, and then a third needle poked into me in the short amount of time of two days. My mom was right there with me, the whole time. She held my hand, and talked to me; tried to keep my mind off of what was happening. She kept running her fingers through my hair, and putting it behind my ears. When I squeezed her hand, she squeezed back, and let me know she wasn't letting go.
As the nurses began to give me anesthetics, I smiled up at my mom, and the nurses told her it was time for her to leave. I didn't want her to go.
I had an IV in my left hand, and they were checking my blood pressure on my right arm.
I kept being told to turn over on my left side, but was incapable of doing so. Um, I had a freaking needle in my hand. I had to gargle with some of the nastiest tasting liquid ever, and then spit it out ten seconds later. It was to numb my mouth, and my throat. As I began to turn over to my left, as much as I could, I began to cry. Not because I was scared, or nervous, as the nurses thought. But because, hello. I was laying on my IV!
The last thing I remember was somebody turning off the lights in the room, and wondering how they could see what they were doing if it was dark...
And then I fell into a deep sleep...

I woke up around 10:00, I guess. I was in recovery, surrounded by nurses, and my parents. I vaguely remember drinking some water, and talking to everybody. I remember seeing a man in the bed across from mine. We made eye-contact for a brief second, and I looked away.
One of the doctors told us that if we went to IHOP for breakfast, and I showed them my band, proving that I was in the hospital, then we would get 20 percent off of our breakfast.
I also vaguely remember sitting at IHOP, arguing with my dad whether I wanted regular pancakes or maple-nut pancakes, settling for plain, pouring syrup over my pancakes, and drinking chocolate milk through a straw.
And then the next thing I remember, I was laying down in my parents' bed.
Other than that morning, at 6:00, I don't remember being in the car at all.
I slept all day, mostly.
And Kevin was there for me a lot of the time. Calling me and asking me if I was okay, and if the procedure had gone well.

Now I have two bruises: one in my arm, where they drew blood, and one in my hand, where the IV was.

I'm scared to get results back. But I'm kind of anxious at the same time. I want to know what's wrong with me, so we can fix it, and I can get on with my life, the non-sick way.