Whether it’s FEDEX, UPS, DHL or USPS, my delivery men know me well. My UPS guy told me that he’s never seen someone get as many packages as I do. I don’t know if I should take this as a compliment or a “damn, I’m glad you’re not my wife!”
I love buying makeup from Sephora, toiletries from Drugstore.com (until they started charging me tax), books and DVDs from Amazon and just about anything on easy pay from HSN or QVC. I earn frequent flyer miles for Continental Airlines and get Membership Rewards from American Express. I flew to France for free on those miles!
I buy everything from false eyelashes to furniture on-line. Last year I bought a $400 Cricut machine that I have yet to use – but I’ll use it eventually. I buy clothes, bras, toys, cat stuff, shoes, food, books, magazines, coats, wine, housewares, linens, video equipment, toilets, sinks, switch plate covers, molding, exercise paraphernalia, a 1976 Fiat Spider, computers, lighting and a ton of other stuff. Can you tell I love to shop?
I am without a doubt an utter shopaholic. I mean I wouldn’t go to the lengths to find an zero-balance credit card that Isla Fisher went to in Confessions of A Shopaholic – I keep the unused cards in a more accessible place – but I do have a true addiction. I get a total high when I buy something new. I can’t help myself.
One of my favorite purchases was a pair of mid thigh-high brown suede boots. I think I wore them once but that’s not bad for someone who has 400 pairs of shoes. In any case, my most unusual purchase was one that I made towards the end of 2009. My husband was home when the package arrived and he had already open it before I got home from work. It was laying on the living room floor and had a picture of Carmen Elektra hanging on it.
You can imagine his surprise when he discovered that I bought a stripper pole! It is so cool. I heard so many things about using it for exercise and I just had to try it out. A couple of days later John put it up in our bedroom. It is a portable pole which meant that I didn’t have to drill it into a beam and I could take it anywhere. My own private pole.
After John assembled it with instructions in Dutch I started to play. I watched an internet video to see how to use it and tried a few moves. It is harder than it looks but I felt triumphant until the pole detached from the ceiling and we both (the pole and I) fell head first to the floor. I saved my head but lost the pole – my husband would have to fasten it to the ceiling. Dammit!
I have had a few other minor pole accidents. I ended up with metal chards in my hand and I cut my leg on the adjustable bottom. But now the pole is securely fastened and I have mastered several moves; one being the “Back Hook Spin”. Every time I work the pole it takes so much upper body strength that I get so sore and achy. I can only hope that I somehow master that giant shaft gleaming from floor to ceiling in the corner of my bedroom, since I’ve already mastered the other one. : )
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