Tuesday, July 12, 2011

True Life: I'm Addicted to Target

No, that isn't a slang term for crack. I'm talking Target stores...ya know, the classier version of Walmart with the red bulls eye (when I worked promotions for the Nascar race, I was surprised to learn there are actually people walking the planet who have never been to a Target store and/or didn't know what it was. Beats me. I also have an addiction to Etsy, which I'm sure I'll talk about in the very near future). Anyways, back to the subject of Target...I found myself excitedly walking around last night during the first visit of the week, arms and basket full. And while being given a cart by a wonderful associate who is all too familiar with my presence, I had the thought what does my brain look like right now? I'm being serious! I'm thinking it probably looks like someone at the moment they shoot heroin-just orange blobs of happiness all over it. While doing some calculations in line at check-out, part of me understood that people do this all the time-they go places with the intention of filling their carts. But the other part of me knows that I only came in for a picture frame. And absolutely all of me knows this isn't the first time this has happened...because it literally happens every time I make a trip to The Big T. I mean I sat here right now and created this in less than 30 seconds-- Therapy: All's Right and Good Every Time. I'm not kidding, that was 30 seconds of raw emotion about Target and that was what poured out of my little orange brain. I'm starting to believe that my friends may be right and a full-blown intervention could be in order. Does anyone else have this problem with Target? Or any other store for that matter?

 A few of my purchases included a new coffee pot, a couple of different coffees, a new lamp for my nightstand, a picture frame to finally display my Barcelona painting in, and A Place of Yes: 10 Rules for Getting Everything You Want Out of Life by Bethenny Frankel (a person I'm obsessed with, who I'm sure will be referenced often).

I L-O-V-E the way this turned out!

Great book so far, and she is an even better role model





Saturday, July 9, 2011

Blog Virginity

This is my first blog post ever!!

It's got to be some sort of statistic that everyone has either a Facebook or a Twitter account (or like me, both).  I was so excited when I got my Facebook, that my first activities couldn't start soon enough-the photo albums, status updates, relationship status...oh, the excitement! I had my Twitter account for months before I ever tweeted a word, mainly because I couldn't figure out what in the world to do, but I did have those friends that had anxiety about their first post. "What do I have to say that is worthy of my first ever tweet?" What? I couldn't understand. The idea of delaying it because they weren't sure if it was worthy was something I just couldn't wrap my mind around. Just say what you want!


Fast forward to me, currently sitting on the couch at my parents' house, watching the movie Glory (great history movie by the way) and editing my layout for what must be the 14th time in the weeks since my blog was activated. Wait...weeks since my blog has been activated? That's right. I've been putting off my first post because I couldn't figure out what was worthy enough! OH. MY. GOSH. Who am I? I love to talk- about every thing, about nothing. This whole idea started as a simple journaling outlet, inspired by www.projectbabyblog.com. How did this happen?

My only real thoughts right now are how soon can I Skype with Lacey, what can I buy on Etsy today, how weirdly wonderful True Blood is, and how many boards I l-o-v-e/need to make on Pinterest. That's first blog worthy, right?

Well, I guess that's it; I've written it- my first post! I realize it has absolutely no direction, no lessons learned, no insight, no nothing! But I've finally put pen to paper, figuratively of course. This post was perfectly pointless, but the anxiety has passed, and the door is now open for what's to come...