So, my definition of a guilty pleasure is something like a book I'd hide away if one of my colleagues sat down next to me on a plane- or being caught embarrassed at a movie showing.
Since I've made a little niche job for myself reviewing and editing books, I've been focusing on the Young Adult segment because I have a precocious(as far as reading goes) 13-year-old and want to be able to nay or yay her choices in books. Scary thing is... romance is almost always a major component in YA fiction- lots of coming of age stuff. I am ADDICTED. And I love it when I find a good one.
Confession: Read the Hunger Games trilogy in 3 days and then took the girls to the midnight showing the night before/early-early morning the Thursday that The Hunger Games was released. Theboht had to read the bok first. Mother bragging rights invoked: I couldn't beliee how quicly Avery read that book and is now on the third in the series. I love that at leat one of my kids takes after my bookworm gene.
But back to Guilty Pleasures...
Yeah. And you know what else? I watch Glee! Ha! And I watch the Vampire Diaries! Double ha! mostly because they have an extremely attractive cast and I love bad-boy-vampire Damon, played by Ian Somerhalder. My shame comes in here when I realize all those fansites out there are being read by and posted to by teenaged girls. Ugh. Maybe I am a pedophile? I mean, I'm probably old enough to have birthed most of the characters on the shows I like.
I blame it on going to an all-girls boarding school and not getting to experience the full high school experience(for better or worse I dunno but sounds logical to me).
Grey's Anatomy has jumped the shark as far as I'm concerned. I know there are faithful viewers out there but it has so turned into General Hospital. The only time I watch it is when I need something to distract me from puking my guts out after an iron infusion.
House has completely gone to the dogs. I think they must have lost their medical advisor because the 'team' keeps brainstorming all the same ideas over and over. I cannot even begin to remember how many episodes where they suspect x disease or y disorder. Same sh*t different episode. Anyhow... bored...
Glitter eyeshadow. Oh, and high heels, of course. At least when I was working in an office I had an excuse. *sigh*
Someday I will wear sexy shoes again instead of my Privo's or slip on Reports that go with my 'Mommy Wear'.
Sad. I do try to take my favorite shoes for a spin when we go to Davie's or down to see a Broadway show in LA, etc.
No, this week, instead of spending $500 on shoes(not that I probably would) I spent it on our refrigerator. Yes, the nice man from GE came out and repaired our fridge for ONLY $500.
Yehaa, fridge grama is over and it was a good opportunity to purge. I'm a condiment collector, or so my husband always bitches at me about that but.. but... yeah.
Glad to have you back ya ol' fickle fridge of mine. If they couldn't fix it, I was totally going to just through it on our-still-to-be-landscaped ptches of dirt out in the front yard and just leave it there. Whee hoo would that cause a stink with the homeowner's association. Gotta love it.
Another guilty pleasure: being willfully oppositional to the homeowner's society. Just sayin'.
Don't worry, I'll say ten Hail Marys and get myself right with the lord. Peace out.