Kind of a funny story here… I took a trip to Sam’s club yesterday (I love that place) for some cupcakes. You can buy a flat of 30 white or chocolate cakes for less than $13.00. They even throw in the decorations if you ask. What a bargain what a deal, right? Well maybe not- wait until you hear the rest of the story. Sam’s club is all about buying in bulk and snagging the best deal. That’s the tactic to get you into the store but once you’re there all these novelty items jump out in front of you saying “look at me look at me.” Okay, maybe this only happens to me.
I was doing very well making my way through the isles and past all the temptations on my way to the bakery until someone intervened. This cute young girl walked up to me and said “can I show you something?” Well, I didn’t want to be rude and a girl has to make a living, right? Yeah, she had me the minute she mentioned compact and make-up kit. It was a promotional offer for a cute little kit, small enough to throw in your purse- at a very good price, I might add. Okay, I don’t even wear a lot of make-up these days but I couldn’t resist. I bought not one but two kits. Don’t ask me why. I have a terrible weakness for things like handbags, shoes and anything mini, I’m a sucker and a push-over. I love all things cute and compact. Well, after I was convinced into buying two of something I really didn’t need it was as if a dam burst and things just started showing up in my cart. The worst part is that by the time I left the store I had spent over two hundred dollars. But wait some of it was edible and I didn’t buy the outdoor furniture I had my eye on.
Someone once said…
“You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like a warm butter sliding down a hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better.”
I tried the bronzer- it turned me orange.
As long as I’m confessing a little I might as well go all the way. Brace yourself, Sams Club is only part of the story. Yeah, it wasn’t my first stop 😦 Before I stopped at Sam’s club, for just the cupcakes, I paid a visit to my best friend Target. Do you know her? Me and Target, we go way back.
So yep you guessed it, the damage had started there when I saw the perfect doll for the princess and a little dress for princess #2 who isn’t even born yet. I did go there with a purpose in mind. I needed something to cure my son’s poison ivy. (He should know by now not to touch the stuff but it seems he has to test it every year and every year he suffers. )
She looks right at home on the baby piano.
One of my tricks to keep frivalous spending at a minimum is shopping without a cart. Well, it seems that my arms have grown a bit because suddenly this method isn’t working. I still manage to carry a pretty damaging load to the check out. I won’t tell you what I spent; I”ll spare you that painful detail. After my very expensive outing I went straight home and hid, I mean, took care of everything. This is beginning to sound a bit like confessions of a shopaholic- ya think?
The bargain cupcakes that started this whole adventure ended up costing me a fortune. They better be some damn good cupcakes! What’s in your wallet? Mines empty!
Get ready because I’m going to unravell a bit here.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that this space has changed. I must confess that this blog started out as some what of a fraud. I was searching for a new me, trying new things, and writing in a different genre or style. I have always been a writer and creative soul but I wasn’t getting anywhere, so I thought well maybe I should change my style. Maybe I should be a little more provocative or edgy that will get some attention. I’m here to tell you that trying to be something you’re not just doesn’t work. It’s best to be authentic and stick with what comes natural.
So I’m putting out the notice that what you have seen as of late is the real me and you can expect more of the same. I will no longer be entertaining saucy confessions from the sofa and my romance novel is on hold. You can expect a dreamy girl with an optimistic attitude, maybe too optimistic at times.
I have always loved to write and I had an intense hobby in photography years ago. I gave up my hobby when I was trying to climb the corporate ladder (which wasn’t me either) and film cameras gave way to digital. I just couldn’t get into the whole digital manipulation thing. The quality and depth of my digital photographs just wasn’t there. Well, as you’ve probably noticed I have gone back to my love of looking at the world from behind the lens and I’m trying to embrace (learn) the whole photoshop thing. It’s not easy!
I decided that if I really want to make a go of anything my heart has to be in it and it has to a part of me. I feel so alive when I’m behind the camera, looking at the world through a little hole. I took a walk around a neighborhood in the big city today(big compared to a population of 6000 in my town) with my ipod on and my camera in hand and it hit me. This is it- this is me! So here I am confessing to you that the girl you met when this blog first started no longer lives here.
I hope you will hang out and get to know the real me. She isn’t as edgy or provocative as that other girl but I think you’ll like her if you just give her a chance. I’m sure there will be more confessions and more of me to come out in the near future but this is it for now.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Okay so I broke down and bought myself a sexy new pair of boots. I couldn’t resist after the previous post These Boots are Made for Walking. They may not be quite as hot as Nancy’s magic boots but they do spice up almost any outfit and that’s what counts. Right? Okay lets face it they’re sizzling and I feel pretty hot in them. Every girl needs a pair of tall leather boots to complete her winter wardrobe and Victoria’s Secret is a great place to get them. Indulge in a little retail therapy while boosting the economy; it’s good for you and good for the country. I have an excuse for everything 🙂
Junie here with a couple comments and a little reminder. The controversy over Gifting Circles rages on and I appreciate the many comments and views from the Sofa Diary readers. Let’s keep in mind that we are all on the same side here. The sofa diary is meant to be a fun read and a stress reliever for all. It gives everyone a chance to vent or confess anonymously. Please remember that you never have to use your real name in your confession or comments. This blog isn’t meant to expose anyone. We are all here to support each other and I do see a lot of very supportive comments here. Thank you to my regulars for giving your 2 cents and support to our confessors. I don’t contact my confessors or commenter’s, except to say your secret is posted, but if you have a question or need an answer please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will answer back. I am the only one who reads this email- so your secrets are totally safe with me. Remember things are tough out there and everyone has their own way of making it through whether it’s a gifting circle or standing in the unemployment line. We all need to stick together and make this a better 2009. We will table the Gifting Circle discussion for today but revisit it in the near future. I think everyone is curious to see how this works out for those who are involved. For thoses of you who have invested keep us posted or email me and I will let everyone know. These groups are an interesting sign of the times if nothing else. I appreciate you all very much! Thank you and good luck to everyone.
Please Welcome LonelyLinda to the sofa.
I hate the holidays because my family always makes a perfectly nice day unbearable. My mother is definitely not a domestic goddess and always either under-cooks or over-cooks the dinner. She then gets really upset about it and cries for most of the meal. My step-father is a complete asshole and a drunk. By the time dinner is over he is so intoxicated that he picks a fight with everyone. Last year he and my brother Sam managed to knock over the Christmas tree and a candle which started a little fire during their drunken brawl. I’m sorry but there just isn’t enough booze or Valium in the world to get me through it again this year. I’m thinking about faking sick and spending Christmas alone this year.
Can anyone else relate to Linda’s Holiday woes?
Merry Christmas from the Family-enjoy it
Please Welcome Christy to the sofa.
Junie: Christy is a wife and mother who is unhappy in her marriage. Her husband works all of the time and barely knows she is alive. Here is what she had to say during her recent confession in the sofa diary.
Christy: “I have always been a needy person and when my girls were young they were an easy distraction from my MIA husband but now that they are both entering their teenage years ,I have found myself..well, bored! A couple of years ago I started secretly keeping money from my husband and placing it into an account with only my name on it. It was a bank that neither of us had ever used before and I only receive e-mailed bank statements (I love technology). It started with pushing the $20 or $40 cash back on the debit card machine in the grocery store or when I would take the girls shopping at the mall. It became a hobby of mine to see how and where I was gonna creatively take the money. Well, to make my long story short I have managed to save a decent amount of money without ever telling a soul. After the holidays are over, I am planning to move back in with my mother and leave my husband for good. I just feel like I deserve someone who will put me before his job!!”
Junie: Sounds like you have quite a plan, Christy. I have just one question- do you think your hubby would change his ways if you brought this problem to his attention? Just a thought. Good luck to you!
It has been several weeks since I heard such an interesting confession. Penny (let’s call her that) was a beautiful girl with a boring life. Her confession started with what she liked to do for fun. She said she liked to stalk people she was envious of until she got their routine down. Then she would break into the house when they were away and pretend to be them. Touch their things, wear their clothes, lay in their bed. This really creep-ed me out. I wasn’t quite sure if she made it up to impress her me or if it was for real. She described her last scenario play by play and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here is her startling confession as told to me from the Velvet Lady:
Penny knew exactly where the key was hidden and it took her less than a minute to get inside. She quickly made her way up the long staircase. She knew right away which bedroom belonged to Debra and Dan. As soon as she opened the closet and began to touch Debra’s clothes, a snap came over her and the fantasy began. She touched her sweater, touched her robe, touched the boiled wool coat Debra got for Christmas, touch, touch, touch, jackpot, this was the one. She chose the silk nightgown with a matching robe that was trimmed in a fluffy feather boa. It fit her like a glove and flowed off her body in a very sheer fabric. She sat down in front of the dressing table and brushed her hair, next came the make up and the jewelry. Then she walked down the steps in Debra’s black pumps and opened the refrigerator to pour herself a glass of orange juice. Just as she sat down at the kitchen table and opened the newspaper she heard a car door slam. She jumped to her feet as her glass of orange juice shattered across the floor. She tugged at the slider but it wouldn’t budge. She then saw the wedge in the bottom track and removed it. The door slide open, she kicked off her shoes and ran across the lawn, around the shed and to the side of the house. She peeked around the corner to see Dan open the front door and walk inside. Penny made a dash for her car and drove off down the dirt road in Debra’s see-thru nighty. She said her heart was turning summer salts, but it was the most exciting twenty minutes of her life- even better than sex.
Penny laughed as she touched the souvenir she was wearing. It was a pearl necklace that belonged to Debra. Penny said it was the best pearl necklace she ever got.
Who could make something like that up? It must be true!