Single Adventure #1 : SUCCESS!

For those very few of you who read my blog, I'm sure you've managed to conjure up a few things on your own about me: I love anything retro, I'm all about romantic surprises, I'm a Youtube fanatic, and have approximately one friend in the whole world besides my husband or cats. Another thing I'm sure has been made quite apparent? I have a lot to learn, a lot of annoying qualities, and a lot of growing up to do.

Let's be fair though: I wasn't allowed to drive until a year or two ago, I've hardly ever had friends over, my boyfriends were most of the time "in secret", I've had one job that lasted 5 months (in all fairness my boss was a douche), and until I was married I had never, ever been on my own before. I have always had everyone making decisions for me. In fact, they still try to now.

Now that I've "been fair", it's time to be honest. : I'm afraid of driving for many, many reasons. I get extremely panicky when I'm around a lot of people, and prefer not to go anywhere alone. I'm afraid to be friends with people because I'm afraid I'll do something wrong, or say something wrong. I'm afraid I don't have a lot to offer, and I'm too immature for people to want to deal with. I feel like a "party pooper", since I don't drink, smoke, or anything else. It limits me on friends BIG TIME. I want to be a vet, a makeup artist, a journalist and an editor for Cosmopolitan magazine, a fashion designer for Plus Size clothing, and a stay at home mom; YET, I am applying for Physical Therapy, and possibly Radiology if the college closest to me has it. How much sense does that make?

I've thought a lot today, and yesterday,...and the day before that. But I guess when you're alone with three cats all day too afraid to leave your house your mind starts wandering.

[End of "oh Chelsey's life sucks, let's feel sorry for her section"]

But, the basis of this post was supposed to be for me, Chelsey, to write about a seemingly unimportant trip I took to Wal-Mart today that only I care about or find to be an "adventure", while for most wives it's an everyday occurrence...

I've put it off for days now: going to Wal-Mart. I absolutely despise with every fiber in my being going to Havelock Wal-Mart. It's intense. Almost every cashier I've ever had the...ahem..."pleasure"...of meeting has been a real jerk. You can't get down the aisles they're so packed, and it just SUCKSSSS! I finally talked myself into it, ...eventually.

So, I spent an hour doing my makeup and at least 15 or 20 minutes picking out my outfit. You can add another 20 minutes to the process for my hair, and another 10 to find my shoes, which for some insane reason, the red Converse matching my red shirt just HAD to be uh..in the car? It always takes me forever to get ready, especially when I have to go somewhere alone. I'm too self-concious to function if I have a fat roll rolling over my pants, eyeliner running, socks that don't match, a hair frizz, or eyebrows that haven't been filled in. Is that weird? Probably, but I figured so. So, I guess we can move on.

I stepped out the door, and looked down. a package was sitting beside my door for me. I ripped it open and much to my excitement, my giveaway prize from Amber (Goodnight Moon), was inside. Boy, oh boy, I knew no matter what douchebag ran over my heels with a buggy, rushed me out from in front of the Poptarts, or checked me out at Wal-Mart, well, I just KNEW today was going to be a good day! (To check out what prize I received, click here.)

I made it out of my driveway without running into the post on my car shed-thing, didn't hit the mailbox, and DIDN'T scrape the bottom of the car on the big dip at the beginning of my driveway. Score 1 for Chel!

I made it off base without being pulled over by military police, hitting one of the neighbors (approximately) 64 children, or the yappy, yappy, YAPPY, dog down the road. Score 2 for Chel!

I made it all the way to Wal-Mart parking lot and into Wal-Mart. I didn't rear-end anyone, I didn't hit anyone's car when I was parking, and I managed to get a buggy (which Audrey just explained the other day is a "shopping cart" :) hahahaha), that didn't SQUEAK! Score 3 for Chel, and just because I didn't get a squeaky buggy, I think I deserve and extra TWO points! SCORE 5 CHELSEY! F-I-V-E!

I got kitty litter, kitty food, and a new cute pink rhinestone collar for Smokey (it was only $1!). I got a new candle, hair junk, make-up brushes, and phone minutes (or so I thought!). I got 2 weeks worth of groceries for myself. And yes, for all of you health nuts, I am putting "that" stuff in my body, so suck it. Oh, you know, all of the frozen processed foods that will probably cause me to have a heart attack by the end of the 2nd week. Well, guess what! While you all are sitting at home, cooking your little healthy veggies and things, I'll be sitting at home in my recliner on my FAT RUMP, chowin' down on some frozen chicken nuggets and fish sticks enjoying myself until my husband gets back. HA! TAKE THAT!

And then, I checked out. $125. Can I get a,"YOU GO GIRRRLLLL!"...??? Two weeks worth of groceries, things for the kitties, toilet paper, paper towels, hair junk, $125! YEEE-AHHHH!

I got to the car, and I was absolutely high on life. Joseph will be home in 2 weeks, I made my first trip to Wal-Mart by myself, and for the first time in our entire married life, we BOTH have money left over from Joseph's paycheck. I'm pretty sure the scoring just went OFF the charts!

Anywho, I got to the car, realized I had forgotten my phone minutes, went in, grabbed them up, then...I picked up this for $11, I think? I had been wanting it! I know, I know,"You saved money for once so you spent it?" Nooo, we still have quite a bit left over thank you! And, I had been wanting itttt!! It's Nicolas Sparks' new book "Safe Haven".

So, I have no idea what this is about. I didn't even bother to read the thingy on the back that gives you a little summary type thing. I love Nicholas Sparks, but I can assure you someone will fall in love and be a "diamond in the rough" type person or so. There will be some conflict between them and 2 other people and being in love. Someone will die, and they will probably end up with who they were in love with to begin with. If anybody has already read this book, let me know what you think!

So now that I've gotten everything off of my chest, I guess I'll go drown myself in ice cream and chocolate syrup, wallow in self pity, and take a nap somewhere in between...