My "Not So" Secret Addiction

Ok. It's time for me to come clean. I've skimmed over it before acted like it was nothing but it's finally time for me to come clean. They say that the first step to fixing an addiction is to admit that you have a problem. Well folks I have a giant problem. I am addicted to buying and watching dvds. 

I don't rent. I don't netflix. I buy. 

Infact... I've bought so many movies that I had a carpenter build me a custom built dvd shelf because those in store ones weren't big enough. Then, I did the unthinkable I filled the first shelf and had to get him to build me a second one. And guess what... I love it. I feel no remorse. A lot of people say, "Oh my goodness, you have so many dvds. Do you really need them? That's crazy that you have so many." Um is it? Because I don't think so. I like them. They make me happy. It doesn't hurt anyone. I pay my bills. It's not like I'm out in an alley buying dvds and can't pay rent. I do not care what people think. 

To all those people who say that.... from the words of Kathy Griffin... SUCK IT! 

Plus I'm not gonna let you borrow them. So feast your eyes on this collection. Minus about 30 that I hadn't put on my shelfs yet. 

The beginnings of my 2nd shelf! 

A few facts: I keep them in alphabetical order. There's no vhs's on the either shelf and I usually don't loan them out. I have 46 television series' on dvd. So yes... there you have it. My collection. Can you eye spy any ones that you have? 

I came to a realization

This 4th of July weekend I came to many realizations. Well...I kinda already knew it but I'm willing to admit it now. I have an addiction. That's right, I said it. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to:

Burger King Cheesy Tots...the 12 pack.

And...

Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream

Someone help me!!!!! My thighs are screaming for mercy. 

Also, I came to the decision that my neighbors are certifiable crazy. I mean really. I've mentioned them before HERE. Well yesterday on the holiday they decided to have a yarn sale. Yes...a yard sale. My house is on the corner of the block. They live to my left. Well the only extra street parking is on the side beside my house. I come home from work and the first thing I see is about 20 tables set up on their teeny, tiny lawn. The second thing I see is that there's no parking available and some douche is blocking my garage entrance. I let it go...I go inside my house and forget about their rudeness. 

A few hours go by and we're ready to grill out. Well the only thing that seperates our back yards is a metal fence that's waist high. I didn't notice before but their yard sale extends to their back yard. So....the ENTIRE time we're grilling out we have complete strangers asking us how we're doing, hinting for free food or just rudely watching us eat. Awesome. After the food was done, we basically moved inside to escape. I let it go...

Once night fall comes. I swear they must have let off about 800 dollars in fire works. Kid you not! They let off so many fireworks I could smell the gunpowder from inside my house. No windows or doors open either! Seriously....I am not in their fan club...