Ikea is the Devil

I started a new blog about my wedding. You can check it out at "Wedding Wars"

In other news, I have come to the realization that I am not an alcoholic. I refuse to accept that I am. Why? Well the truth of the matter is that I haven't had a drink since the 31st of December and today is the 11th of January. Meaning for the last 10 days I have been alcohol-ess and if I were an alcoholic then I couldn't be dry for 10 days straight could I?

So I plan to celebrate today with some "apple cider" my ability to remain drinking free!

P.S: When I bought my Ameretto I didn't get cups!

Okay so there is this drama tha has been playing out in my family and it is still dragging on making everyone involved so misereable and to alleviate this stress I have tried to focus on the positive. Positive being my life with Baby.

So I must repeat at this juncture the statement that I have been telling all my friends who have called "Ikea is the devil! and I can't stop sinning"

On Saturday, Baby and I drove to IKEA which is pretty far from where we live to go look around. As my girl Tope remarked to me later "you can't just go look around in IKEA" Well, I wasn't warned about this. We ended up pricing out a sleeper sofa, getting curtains for the whole apartment (all five rooms including kitchen), getting the "Bobby" set of bookcases for the front room/study area, getting accessories and pricing out futon mattresses.

When I say pricing out I mean seeing if our credit card can take some more hits without us affecting our credit ratings.

I spent the better part of yesterday and the day before monitoring IKEA to see if they have changed prices on any of the stuff. I shall keep you posted. But needless to say I am now an addict and I seriously need an Intervention.

It isn't funny to think that when I first arrived in America all I could think about was how to save enough money to buy my tuition books and how hard I am going to study for my next exam or quiz. I am seriously to believe Baby when he syas that my priorities have begun to get mixed up.

Am I falling into that Gap where now all I think about is getting my home in order, cooking, weight and work? Have I become Americanized?

My mother seems to think so as we daily battle on chair covers or not to chair covers (read about it in my new blog).