Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Top Ten Guilty Pleasures

- Michael Bolton's How Am I Supposed to Live Without You
- Audiobooks of the Outlander series as read by Davina Porter (Okay, so I know I am totally alone in this, but I simply cannot stand the TV show. It's just so, well, don't get me started or I'll go into one of my rants. But anyway, the books are sublime and transport me from my hum-drum life into the drama of someone else's existence.)
- Benny Mardones Into the Night - I have loved this song since I was 12 years old. My friends at the time were listening to Hangin' Tough by New Kids and could not understand my bizarre obsession with what was clearly a song only a grown up would listen to. It wasn't until the Internet and Napster came into my life that I finally found out the singer's name. Into the Night is one of those tunes that I can keep on repeat and never tire of it.
- Being in bed by 9:30pm on a Friday night when I'm expected to be out having a good time like most normal people. Oh how I love to put my week behind me and dash off to Dreamland as fast as possible... 
- Seven Brides for Seven Brothers - This is my family's all time favourite musical. Even my stuffy and straight laced older brothers admit to loving it. Crikey, the first song Xavier ever sang at like, age three-ish, was Bless Your Beautiful Hide. That right there tells you how often that movie was playing in our household.
- Fill-in-the-blank self-help books. Self-help books on one's bookshelf or coffee table has become stigmatised like trying to find a date using a personal ad in the 80s or visiting a psychiatrist during the 1970s. People get snide and highfalutin and come across like self-help book junkies are sad. Yeah, we are. That's why we read the books and fill-in-the-blanks; so we might one day be so stinkin' happy that we write our own self help book.
- Highway to Heaven, Little House on the Prairie, and Signed, Sealed, Delivered. So many episodes of these shows are sappy and over-the-top and way too religious for my tastes, but I can't resist them. Bishop calls shows like this "emo-porn" and they so are. I get all weepy at least once per episode. It's so embarrassing but I swear, I love these shows. The Special Love ep of Highway to Heaven about the kids in the Special Olympics? Oh my god, I am tearing up just thinking about it. It's so good.
- Lotus brand Belgian waffles, more specifically the Suzy mini ones that have one side coated in yummy chocolate. I'm pretty sure that real Belgians consider these to be the Chip Ahoy of waffles but I am in love with them. I know they probably have milk and eggs and other non-vegan ingredients and I do feel guilty indulging in them and when I do, I over-indulge. This past trip I ate 36 waffles in 8 days. I guess it's a good thing that shipping from Belgium to the States is so crazy expensive; otherwise I'd be in big trouble.
- Being damn near forty and still sharing my bed with Snoopy, my childhood pal. He sits in the corner of my loft bed, next to my spare night-night socks and box of tissues, so I don't cuddle with him or anything like that. It's just a comfort to know he's there.
- Ha! Umm...Q-tips. To clean ears, nose, and navel. It's so bizarrely satisfying. (cue the bashful lol-ing...)

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