Okay, so a proper update will come later this week, but for now, let's get this out of the way, shall we?
Fulfilling my duties as one who has been tagged, here are seven random things about me that happen to be seven guilty pleasures of mine. I'm not proud, ladies and gentleman, but never let it be said that I don't own my sins:
1) Beauty and the Geek
I love this show with all the little warm, fuzzy corners of my soul. Mock if you will, but know that if you haven't actually *seen* the show, you don't know what you're missing. YES, it's cheesy and very much contrived (and overproduced, and the set-ups can be seen coming from a mile away, yeah, yeah, yeah), but it's also not trying to fool you about that, and if you just hush your mouth and ACCEPT that, yes, it's a big set-up game show, you can get past all that and appreciate it for what it truly is--screamingly entertaining and at times, down-right heart warming. The "villains" are so great because, you know, they're REAL, and the sweetness and sincerity of some of these kids just KILLS me. Kills. Me. Dead. Watch it and see if you don't get hooked, too. And while we're on the subject of TV...
I'm talking about the OLD feud, the Richard Dawson, kiss-all-the-girls-on-the-mouth Feud. We have a standing order with TiVo for an episode a night, and it's our new favorite thing. Hey, the Feud is entertaining, you don't need me to tell you that, but these re-runs are the best. The clothes! The hair! The kissing! And the crazy answers--y'all, this is HARD to play once you've lived an extra 20 years or so. You just TRY and come up with the top 6 "Names of Famous Football Players" from a time when Peyton Manning was still in the Pee Wee Leagues. Hell if I know! Joe Namath? BZZZZZZ! WRONG! "Top 7 Gifts Teenagers Want for Christmas"--IPod ain't up there, y'all. Hard! But totally awesome. Thanks, Game Show Network!
3) The Decades Stations on XM Radio
Yeah, occasionally I'm hip and listen to U-Pop or The Loft, maybe even the Starbucks channel, but most of the time, I surf the decades for everything I could possibly want--70's for my fix of BeeGee's, Barry Manilow, and if I'm lucky, "Flashlight" by Parliament; the 80's for skating rink classics; and of course, the 90's for when I'm feeling nostalgic for my misspent collegiate days, or*gasp* my early high school years, listening to "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" at an embarrassing and unacceptable volume. Okay, and while slightly off topic, I will admit to occasionally hopping by Chrome, the disco station, because every once in a while, they play Double Dutch Bus. And there is nothing more awesome than Double Dutch Bus. Nothing.
4) Frozen Snickers Bars
I like candy. I like candy a lot. I like the packaging, I like the marketing, I love finding new candy. Candy is, shall we say, a weakness for me. But no matter what you're offering, good, bad, or indifferent, you too can own my soul with this simple treat--a frozen solid Snickers bar. I have often said, there is nothing in this world that can't be made better with a frozen Snickers and a fountain coke. Which leads us to....
5) Fountain Cokes
I will not lie, y'all. I know they're rotting my teeth and possibly my liver or kidneys or some other vital organ, but let me assure that when I die, I will not regret one single sip. I love soda. More than candy, even ;) And most days I try to limit the number I have, and 98% of the time I drink a diet soda (just as damaging, but without all the calories!), but in this already weakened position, let me admit here that there is no soda in the world better than a fountain drink--when the mix of syrup and carbonated water is just right, and the bubbles so abundant they nearly burn your tongue--OH! Pure perfection! The king of beverages! If you really love me, all you have to do to show me is buy me a fountain coke. One day I hope to have a fountain dispenser in my house--a dangerous proposition, but addiction is all about playing with fire, and I'm willing to take the risk.
Yes, the idea of soaking in a tub, filled with bubbles and yummy smells and surrounded by candles and wine and music, well that sounds mighty appealing. But here's the deal--I get bored in the tub, very quickly. I like showers. I like long, incredibly hot showers. I can get lost in the shower, in a way I just can't do in the bath. I know long showers=bad for the planet. And yes, I want to protect the earth, for my children, and my children's children, and so on. So I don't do it often, I swear, cross my heart, etc. But every now and then, especially, say, on Saturday morning, or maybe some night before bedtime, I just *neeeeeeed* one.
I suck. In the continuing effort to conserve fuel, save the earth, and generally be a good and considerate person, I have failed. For I am a speeder. I speed. I am ALWAYS in a hurry to get where I'm going, regardless of whether or not my haste is warranted. Warrantless haste, that is my crime. Lock me up, throw away the key, make me listen to Sammy Hagar, 'cause I just can't help myself. But if you're late for a movie, a dinner date, or a flight, move over and let me drive. I won't take offense if you cover your eyes, either.
I won't tag anybody, but if you've got some guilty pleasures of your own to admit to, let's hear it. We're all friends, right? I swear, no one here will judge ;)