A reunion to remember…

Ahhh…the first week of high school… it’s still etched in my mind. My best friend and I spent several days carefully planning ‘high school—week one’.  On our list: matching outfits—mandatory regroups throughout the day—and absolutely, positively—a walk home together to assess [in real-time], the most important week of our lives. : )  Good thing all that freshman nervousness was not to last. We were quickly up and running and in the swing of all things high school — she with her cheerleading and me enjoying new friends and the comforting arms of my very first boyfriend. My first love, someone to share in the innocence and exploration of IMG_1382companionship and protection with all the fancy fixings. From the early blissful days of falling in love to the sadness of parting…we found ourselves moving on after three heartfelt years. We created our own families and jobs and homes and so much more over the years.  But always in our hearts, we knew a coming together was imminent.

Then…with little fanfare, all short and sweet..there it was. A little posting for all to see announcing our high school reunion. A simple announcement for a very special 40-year celebration to bring kids who grew up together back together. It’s hard to imagine that 40 years could breeze by so quickly like a twinkling of the eye of life’s history and drama — the marriages, divorces, kids, parents with Alzheimer’s, and the loss of people close to us. Seems we’ve been through it all. And now, we get to rewind the clock for a few hours with people we once knew and loved. Together again under one roof! We get to check in, reconnect, and share moments from the past. It’s more thanIMG_1206 a party, it’s more than a blast from the past…for me…it’s a priceless ‘checking in’ with my first love.

Finally, the long-awaited evening came…and with little fanfare…there he was….standing in the hallway…in all his glory, smiling in all his 58 year-old handsomeness…STILL THE SAME…the one that got away, the sweet young man I failed to appreciate fully…the one that unselfishly gave me every ounce of his puppy love.

Perhaps he was the reason to attend the party, the reason to look as fabulous as one could…for the sake of our incredible memories from the past. We spent hours that night talking about what could have been, and hours enjoying every moment we had together, knowing this might be the last time we see each other. After forty years, our lives are planted in different cities with different people, and in different relationships…and that’s so very ok. Still…I cannot help but wonder what might have been…and at the same time appreciating every single moment I got to spend with my still-handsome, funny, kind and protective..high school love.

The one that got away has now gone away, but I still thank him for three beautiful years together some 40+ years ago, and for continuing to touch my life the way he always has. :)

Truly the ‘bestest’ of high school reunions!

 

A new world of fear

I’m staying close to home today, listening to the news, watching and feeling the unfolding cnn-of yet another terrorist horror. I can turn my head and avoid all things negative and depressing, but I will not. I need to know it, hear it, think about it and feel it. It’s my world, I don’t want to hold anything back.

For the past two days French born terrorist brothers have kept the world on edge plowing their way through Parisian buildings and streets bent on a bloody mission of carnage and death. In the end, some 18 individuals lie dead in the name of martyrdom…in the name of Allah. We shake our heads in disbelief over this growing cancer that’s becoming commonplace…and we wonder…is this is our new normal?

Following the story from the start, I could not ignore the obvious and unique differences from other terror stories. This is a story of vengeance by killers for specific acts by specific people. We don’t have to ponder or dig and ask why, they reason is clear. Two brothers bent on revenge killing for things they do not like, coupled with a twisted interpretation of religious duty.
Their targets – cartoonists, a specific group of French gentleman who have spent years throwing digs and insults at their Prophet Mohammed via cartooning. Charlie Hebdo, the Paris-based weekly satirical publication is famous for its risqué cartoons and takedowns of politicians, Screen Shot 2015-01-09 at 9.37.15 PMpublic figures and religious symbols of all faiths. In step with such haranguings and put-downs, the magazine once published an issue featuring a cartoon that appeared to depict a naked Mohammed, along with a cover that appeared to show Mohammed being pushed in a wheelchair by an Orthodox Jew.

While Charlie Hebdo cartoonists use their public forum to insult both religion and religious figures, certain dangerous members of their audience have been clear about expressing their blood curdling, al-Qaida-inspired disdain. The ‘unhappy’ include a scary and murderous group of fanatical Muslim extremists bent on revenge towards those who continuously diss its religion — specifically those penned by Charlie Hebdo cartoonists.
It is important to know that freedom of expression is an important and vital part of the French culture and over the years Charlie Hebdo has stood firm in its fearlessness of lampooning religious groups and its editorial right to do so.

As mothers, we teach our children to understand the basic values of respecting others. I don’t care how un-religious you are – do your own thing and let people do theirs. “Bullying” a specific religion or religious group is dangerous business and in 2015 you do so at your own risk, even in the name of free speech, even in the name of humor. Even Pope said, “speak something bad about my mother and you’ll get punched”.

Watching the story unfold the world is stunned to eye-witness such carefully planned acts of revenge where diabolical, crazed zealots are able to launch a murderous mission right before our eyes. And now, there is no going back, we track their movements on TV where two misguided grown-up orphaned brothers wear suicide like a badge of honor. Now, after gaining entrance to the secure building they somehow make their way upstairs with ease, rushing a Charlie Hebdo staff meeting only to shoot and kill at point blank, 12 cartoonists – the very people responsible for their angst and humiliation. Not yet finished, their killing spree takes to the streets, spreading intense fear amongst Parisians, where they overtake a printing shop. One brother takes a moment to shake the hand of a unknowing customer, moments later answering the phone only to reveal much needed information about their purpose, their rant, their leaders. Moments later, in a hail of bullets — the brother terrorists are surrounded and finally taken down in a hail of bullets from Paris cops.

c5183990-e85e-4668-8c6a-8009355b8eb3-620x372With the drama over, the story will remain painfully fresh in our minds and our thoughts are on the French people and the rest of us that hold France near and dear to our heart.
But in the end, we cannot help ponder if some level of change is in order. Change in how our words and writings can affect various cultures or groups and whether making fun to this extent should be minimized, adjusted, or eliminated. NOT because we are afraid, but because our thoughtfulness to change is what makes us great. We ask ourselves whether bullying religion is ok, and how we would feel if WE were the target of bullying —even though it is meant to be funny, and no harm is meant.

Comedic artistry and freedom of speech doesn’t mean harmful insults. In the US, we do not practice this level of literary freedom to the extent that many other countries do, and for that I am proud of this sensitivity. Religion, sexual orientation, race, gender, age, all are game, but I believe we are smarter and far more sensitive and creative than this. And it often takes something like the Paris tragedy, the loss of respected cartoonists and loss of life in general to humble ourselves enough to find the guts and the strength to consider change in order to be better.

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Our beloved American way

If you live in America you definitely know about the “American way”. It’s the things we believe in and do in common. It’s also a ‘catch-all’ phrase we love to attach to situations…a sort of ‘everyone-else-is-doing-it’ thing, typically the easy route and definitely the lazy route, lol. Until recently, I never really understood just how profoundly protective we are of it — our beloved American way — especially when it comes to food.

If you’ve been paying attention you will know that the last decade has been a rush of newly uncovered information about the side-effects of our super-crappy food supply. Food experts, nutritionists, dietitians, Banana pancakesdocs, scientists and others are taking it up a few octaves in hopes we might hear what they have to say about the stuff we are putting in our mouths. Seems that food as we know it is damaging our brains and our bodies, slowly bringing on man-made problems like obesity, laziness, crankiness, moodiness and hunger pangs that won’t let up. There’s also a plethora of medical ailments to consider like high blood pressure, obesity, type II diabetes, dementia, Alzheimer’s disease — all possible side effects to our food choices.

“But I like it, and I should eat what I like”. That’s what a close friend of mine said to me on Thanksgiving day about being a regular at McDonalds. In our short conversation she also included:

  • I don’t think it’s as bad for you as they say
  • I deserve to have a treat!
  • I don’t think it’s going to cause any long term problems
  • They wouldn’t sell it if it wasn’t healthy for us
  • Once in a while won’t hurt me
  • I don’t believe the experts, they don’t really know
  • It’s the American way

And there it was! The conclusion I didn’t want. The “smh” moment where I realized that eating any which way you Family Dining Al Frescowant at any time you want is normal and truly is the American way…and caving in to so-called experts can and will be looked upon as being a ‘sold out’. It’s also NOT the American ‘anything’ at this point in time.

Going outside of what’s normal isn’t nearly the normal we all hope for…and those that do are raising eyebrows. So for those that continue to say cheers to white bread and Coca-Cola, I just simply say… it’s not alright, but at the same time we all do what’s right for us. And that’s MY American way.

If you want to change your eating in 2015 and live with a clearer mind and improved health, here are a few links to get you started.

About healthy eating
Learning about vegetables
Staying full longer

Living life out on the social stage

When I think about getting older I often think about my Dad who will be 79 in a few months. He’s a bit of a Jack Lalanne type. Spends much of his time working out at the gym, walking on the beach and playing his horn. Recently he said, “I play pool with guys that are in their 50s. And by the way, they aren’t so 50s fab.” This made me laugh. “They are more like 50s-flabby, dad-lowresflubby, farty, and frustrated. Then he asks..”what’s wrong with your generation?”
I had to stop and think about this. Then I pulled up Facebook and I saw my answers…the big reveal! Clarification in all forms and flavors. A cavalcade of aches, pains, trials and tribulations, begging for my attention – waiting for a ‘like’, a comment, anything. Is this what we have become? And these are people I know and love, or used to know, and used to love, now it seems some are a scant image of their old self. And their cry isn’t good reading. It chimes of loneliness cying out to social media for someone to take a listen, take an interest…on a stage that’s right at their fingertips. I don’t remember these guys as complainers. And I don’t like seeing old school chums and family friends..asking for attention…using their ‘wall’ to evoke a little controversy…enough, really.
Why load everyone up with this? Seems we have enough drama and stupidity circulating our lives for God’s sakes… it’s not very cool, and not too “social” either… it’s just one big drag for readers. Somehow I am not feeling too social right now. Maybe I’ve been too sour and not checked in enough with friends that need a little love. Maybe I need redo the way I see things and lighten up a bit.
Turns out my Dad Joe was onto something. Not a guy that notices and comments on too much of life’s upside-down idiosyncrasies but his perspective of our generation is pretty right on. It’s amazing to have your dad alive and well and commenting on stuff that makes you stop and take a listen. Thanks Dad…always teaching.

Let’s buy some timeshare

Like many a friend before me, I went and got my real estate license. Mostly because “you just never know“… the most common over-arching, compelling reason given, according a handful of agents. With curiosity, I ask what this means. I’m assured that the chance is real. Any real estate salesperson can hit it big — sell a lot of houses and make a boatload of money. OK..I get it, an elite club.
So I went through the tedious process of studying new stuff in my 50s, which has layers of “I don’t have the same focus” to getting mad at the content as if to say most of this can’t possibly be necessary.  But I did it, and thankfully, I passed! So a little relaxation at the nail shop is now in order…gotta plan my future with a pedicure! There, sitting next to me, dipping her toes in bubbly warm water was my old friend Linda Alvey! Real estate? “Don’t mess with that, sell timeshare, they make a lot of money and don’t have to schleShopping womanp signs around in high heels!” Timeshare, interesting. And so before I wasted any more time trying to figure it out I was standing in front of beautiful property on the beach, preparing to interview in my lucky, tight gray pencil skirt.
Barely into my work history, I heard “you’re hired!” — and within moments I was now brand new sales rep who is going to make a lot of money. That’s what they said. My primary role is to sell a lot of timeshare to the unknowing. Yes, it’s true… folks barley get what’s going on — but one thing they DO know —is a free gift awaits them after two Continue reading

When a pet dies.

Four sad and painful days had passed since my goofy, charismatic, full-of-life striped boy-cat died. As sad as this was, his two cat-mates seemed oblivious, going about their business — making things a whole lot easer, what a relief!
But then it all changed.

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SG, rest in peace and thank you for being the best buddy you could possibly be.

The first time I head that ‘sound’, it echoed big throughout the house. It was an alarming and harrowing cry… long and urgent. A meow so deep it hung in the air and stayed there. I researched online, I paced — anything to figure it out a way to soothe his obvious anxiousness, the endless stares out the windows. No one really knows what a cat might be feeling, but one thing was clear, this 14 year-cat-mate realized his best friend was gone. And he was sad. I’ve never thought about how animals mourn, didn’t know if they did — but this was real and I was living it. It’s not something you can ignore, rather, it’s something that requires action.

If this has happened to you…do something. Find ways to sooth and distract. Get new toys, brand new scratching pads with dried cat grass or catnip rubbed in. And get rid of the scent of the missing animal so the others can ‘move on’ without lingering reminders. Give lots of extra attention, mix thing up, change things around such as furniture, cat trees, food bowls. And give tons of attention.Your cat is mourning the loss of a loved one, and they have real feelings about it. Be kind, be cool, the better you do with it, the sooner they can move on and adjust.

Get your skin glowing again, seriously.

Growing up, we knew that going to the beach meant getting a golden tan. Even if it nerium-2bottleincluded getting a little burnt, we often held off on the suntan lotion. It wasn’t such a good strategy, but we wanted a tan really really bad, so we took advantage of the moment. So bask we did, at the pool, at the beach, and in our own backyard. Now that we are smarter, we know our skin is a reflection of those years, so yeah, we had no choice but to get super careful!

Although a bit of a pessimist, I stumbled upon a skin care line called Nerium. I like to think of it as a minimalist type of product because there are only three products in the entire suite! It’s not sold in the stores, so it’s more MLM style, with a, ‘Avon/Melalueca’-styled sales person who guides you through the initial experiment of trying it out. She actually gave me a bottle to try out for a week. She said, your face will feel so soft, and I thought, I think my skin is already soft…but wow! It’s really soft, and suddenly I starting touching it during the day! I stopped using my pile of other skin products (retinA, eye gels, and other crappola) and now just use the day cream and the night cream. It’s strange not to have an entire program of using a million products. I love the ingredients, mostly peptides and antioxidants. I like that.

That was a few weeks ago and now I am a junkie. It’s really simple, and I decided to be a ‘brand partner’ sales person so I could get a discount and turn my friends onto this truly spectacular skin care line. It’s so very worth checking out, and trying on your own.

I say go for it, and don’t ask questions. You’re gonna like it!

If you want to buy it or OR try it, click here to contact me, I’ll help you out.

Let your numbers be your guide!

I don’t always know my checking account balance or my FICO score, but I do pay close attention to my ‘other’ numbers…blood pressure, cholesterol, weight, and a few others. These are super important numbers and all of them are based on how well I perform! Ha, ha, it’s true. Eat and live well and your physical numbers will be great. Spend well, save well, and well… you get the point. We doctorcartoonalso have to be our own health advocate! When they take your blood pressure, ask what the numbers are!  Silence is no longer acceptable by the ‘blood pressure takers’ — give us our numbers! Speak up and track your OWN body’s progress — even if it’s in good shape. Know how you are trending, year after year, during stress, during happiness and during calm. You are the only one to truly know your body! You’ll be happy you did especially if you are on a journey to lose weight, eat better, or look better!

It’s a good feeling to be in the driver’s seat with your OWN personal set of numbers – they belong to YOU.

…There are 6 body numbers that you should know at all times! (1) blood pressure, (2) waist size, (3) weight, (4) cholesterol, (5) fasting blood sugar

But I am going to help you understand which numbers are important to know! The following are Dr. Oz approved!

(1) Blood pressure — I notice that every time I go to the doctor’s office, they take my blood pressure. Rarely do they announce it out loud. I can assume I’m OK, but it doesn’t help us get up close and involved with our own numbers! I want to know trends with my numbers, but we must be our own advocate and ask for our numbers at all times.
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Those 50-something rebels

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Our parents used to shake their heads and say…”time sure does go by fast”. Looking back now, it seems they were concerned about getting older! Deep inside our young, supple, naiveté minds, we could not imagine mom and dad worrying about something like aging. Seems their fairly young bodies were slowly morphing into eyebrow-raising, chunky monkey mounds of flesh, hiding out quietly under clothes that kept getting tighter.

elder pensive at the mirrorUGH…let’s not make it a big deal, though… it’s just that being in your 50s means we need to accept that things are going to be different or will become different…from this point on — and we have to be good with it. We have to know that the things we once laughed and smirked at, may soon be us.
We have to know that it’s OK to talk about social security, retirement, great grandkids and ‘old people dating’ sites. We are OK with being called Grandma, and it’s no big deal to hang out exclusively with an older crowd, after all, they get you — for God’s sakes, it’s a free country anyway and bingo is still legal!
And keeping up with technology isn’t that important for us – let the young ones take care of that! Their brains are far fresher than ours.

On the flip side, I cannot help but think there is STILL a gray area for some of us. Take a few 50-something rebels I happen to know. They prefer things their way! They handle “getting older” kicking and screaming. You know who they are – those super friends and colleagues who eat healthy, are busy learning new software, redoing their website, taking up cross-fit or Zumba-ing their asses off, maybe they’ve taken a new lover – OR they are simply just getting out there living life in all their glorious 50-something style. I love being a rebel and I love hanging out with rebel people who have not acquiesced, who continuously show me how THEY do it, how they live life awesomely to the fullest, in spite of a bad day, a few gray hairs, or a swollen joint.

I tell myself all the time…keep your mind and your options open, the party is barely getting started…ha ha, just ask my super busy friends…the rebels!
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A 50-something rebel doing what she does best.

Spotted! A 50-something rebel doing her thing.

The Skinny on Coconut Oil

It’s not a craze. It’s real. It’s been around for ever and its benefits are off-the-charts worth incorporating into our 40 and 50+ lives. Now the beautiful benefits of virgin, unrefined coconut coconut oiloil has finally reached shore  – making its way into our lives. Coconut oil contains a unique combination of fatty acids with some very powerful medicinal properties. Yes, coconut oil is almost 90 percent saturated fat, but not all sat fats are created equal. “The saturated fat in coconut oil is mostly lauric acid, a medium-chain saturated fatty acid that appears to have a more neutral effect on heart health when compared to longer-chain saturated fats found in meats and dairy products,” says Wendy Bazilian, R.D., author of The SuperFoodsRx Diet.

The benefits are many, especially for those who aim for aging gracefully. Getting older means paying close attention to the health of our brain as it is now front and center a leading topic. Coconut oil offers incredible benefits, from protection or reversal of brain fog, early Alzheimer’s Disease and Dementia.

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Are you just somebody that I used to know..?

Wandering the aisles of the book store… sipping ice coffee – and just like that, he pops into your head. For no reason…without a cause – he is there. Yeah, it’s your “ex”… the one that got away, and he has returned, in all his glory, hoping to hang around your brain for the day.

More handsome than you remember… makes you wonder what the heck went so wrong. Conveniently, it’s all a fog now. Think good times… family and friends, chemistry, security, great company, laughs, that cute crooked smile, oh, and the legs, damn the legs!! (I think my icy-cold Starbucks just gave me brain freeze!) Suddenly we question our silly no-can-do list just as the scent of his Calvin Klein cologne wafts sensually through the air. (We can’t help but ask – have we have been too strict with ourselves, are our rules too crazy?)

Whatever, whatever, all I know is that I do not have a single girlfriend who doesn’t dwell on a guy from the past every once in a while – self included. We think about what could have been. That darn game-changer who melted our hearts, twisted our brain inside-out, and made us go cross-eyed at just the thought of him. We routinely, and annonomously check in on him from time to time, see if he’s alive – figure out his “status” on Facebook, LinkedIn, and any other social site that allows peeping without a trail!

Truth is, we fell into love. And with high hopes – we proudly rolled the dice on a promising relationship – but the inherent deal-breakers proved too big, too loud, and too never-ending. Bummer.
Ironically, our fellas are clueless as to the power they possess over our thoughts, our movements, our heart! They leave an imprint on our lives, subsequently popping into our heads – at will – teasing, tantalizing, and terrorizing us! lol
We want to say go away, but our body whispers, come back please.

My close girlfriend recently confided that she doesn’t mind her ex coming and going in her brain, taking up residence in her conscience. “He’s welcome”, she says.  He’s relaxed up there, I enjoy the time together. Ha ha, most of us would rather shoo him away, keeping our head free for more important things in our lives.
Oh well, I guess it’s true what the song says… “now you’re just somebody that I used to know”. Godspeed.

 

Krrrr-razy busy

Everybody’s saying it. It’s become one of the most commonly used string of words hanging around today, might even be the most annoying too – even my 77-year old father is guilty of letting it slip out on a regular basis. It even trumps our other more current phrases, “does that make sense?” and “I know, right?”

I am talking about the busy words. “I’m so busy” – or – “I’m sooooooo busy” – or – “I have no time for anything” and/or “I have no time for that”.

Ever ask someone if they’ve seen something on TV, some silly program or news show? Very quickly you will hear, I don’t watch TV, I’m toooooo busy, or “I don’t have time.” It’s the new mantra.

“Are you on Facebook?” “No… I’m too busy for that.”
“Talked to your mother lately?”  “No… I’m too busy for that.”


When did our culture get so busy? And what is everybody doing? Did the 24-hour thing shrink? Are we sleeping more? I’m kicking back here on a Friday night, feeling crappy knowing everyone else is out there running around doing busy stuff. I’m definitely doing
something wrong, and obviously feeling guilty/selfish with my mac and a cat on me lap, and some Dateline blaring in the background.

True…I often leave work with emails still showing new, uneaten lunches that carry over to the next day, and the message light on my office phone is almost always lit, but selfishly I played tennis the other day, threw down a couple Scrabble games on Facebook, stuck some photos up on Pinterest and drank some wine with a friend at a Mexican restaurant for few hours. Oh poo — I hope no one finds out I wasn’t doing true “busy” stuff, whatever that is.

Anyway, I’m thinking’ too busy means you aren’t managing your time right. Too busy to eat breakfast? Get up 10 minutes early and throw down an egg for God’s sakes. You just don’t have time to call your mother? Shave 10 minutes off your lunch hour and do the deed. It’s not that hard!

I’m thinkin’ our problem is that we just love love to complain. Idleness, on the other hand, that’s hard. Hanging out without a plan, now that’s something to get busy with. Spontaneous daydreaming, weekend get-aways, long baths, wine tasting, falling in love, hanging with your son, playing with the cat’s whiskers, that’s what I want to be busy with. I like busy idleness. That’s what I call a paradigm shift! Can we do it? Maybe, but I don’t expect anyone to behave or think like I do, I’m probably a bad influence anyway!
Please, please, go do some idleness stuff today and if you aren’t too busy, make sure to thank me when you’re done! lol

 

 

The big daddy of blogging.

I heard one lady whisper to another lady… “what’s a blog?”

Hearing that, I knew I had to listen to every word of the discussion. I slid my hair behind my ear, looked busy, and kept quiet. I love, love hearing people mess up words and conversations over things they don’t know. Yes, I know, it’s mean…but still, I get a kick. With confidence and poise, the lady stated that blogs were online diaries where someone writes about their husband and kids and then sticks it up on a website. The other lady smiled and nodded, letting out an agreeing “oooooooh”.

While the ladies had it half-right, It did make me pause and wonder how long we have been inventorying this crazy life around us – meticulously documenting and blogging our personal rantings for total strangers, all-the-while allowing, and inviting, a diverse assortment of opinions and comments regarding our work (ouch!).
Then I started thinking about where it all started – the daddy of all bloggers, yes…the caveman!
Back in the day the caveman had it good…out all day then home to scribe the business of the day on the cave walls. And content he had! In the name of supper, he was busy fighting off swooping birds who pecked at his head and hairy beasts who stormed after him. He courageously climbed trees and ran for his life for ten hours straight. Now, his evening winds down with a deserved fire crackling in the background and a little time to let off a little caveman steam with a long, sharp stone, and a healthy dose of creative blogging artistry. He’s not concerned about the amount of comments he gets, or SEO ranking, he knows that one day somebody out there will value all he has written on his “wall”. He needs no more than that.

Caveman to do list:

  • Hunt for food – check!
  • Blog before bed – check!

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How guilty are thy pleasures….

Oh Lordy… guilty pleasures...such sinful words. But yet a perfect description for some of our most secret likes! There is a sense of guilt around pleasures you know, hence the name. Maybe it’s the word itself, perhaps it screams too “private” or too embarrassing or too sexy. Maybe we have completely misunderstood the true simplicity.
But here, anything goes!  Guilty pleasures ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about and are always worthy of being shared! lol

Here’s a few of my guilties:
Gambling at a casino: I am in love with the sights and sounds of slot machines and endless Black Jack and roulette tables. It’s worth throwing away a hundred bucks for the intensity of playing a couple of hours of Black Jack. I know, that’s why it’s a guilty pleasure! If I am up a few – even better, I plug my winnings into the dollar slot machines, drop in the max, and hope for the mother lode.
Social media time waster:
So guilty!! Nothing says lazy Sunday mornings like coffee, Facebook and my MacBook Air. I catch up, I read what the family is up to, type “cute” all over my friends’ grandkid photos and play some Scrabble. It’s fun and it’s awesomely pleasurable! Yeah, I’m super hooked. (Ha ha)
Television: Yes, I like it and I watch it… especially Charlie Sheen in 2 1/2 Men. Charlie with his call girls, maid, and goofy jingles leave me completely content. Even in reruns, “Men” is very funny and makes me laugh out loud. American Idol — my once-a-year musical escape! I pick my early favs, feverishly root for them and watch them develop. In the end, it’s a musical variety extravaganza. I love it. The Bachelorette Show. I like what I like, and I love, love this two hours of crazy-ass antics set  in far-away places. A plethora of love-fueled drama at it’s best!
Buttered popcorn at the movies: Nothing is more fabulous than watching a pimply-face youngster fill up a cardboard bucket with fresh, hot, fake-buttery popcorn. The sounds, the scents, the anticipation…I feel like I am seven years old, clinging to my brother and sister about to take in big screen Disney. Awesome stuff.

Shopping for new make-up, new lingerie, and new high heels: Uh, acquiring this particular trio is the ultimate of all shopping trips. Hormones are flowin’ for days knowing these items are in my grasp. The more expensive, the higher the adrenaline. New dark MAC eyeliner and shadow, sexy summer white, lacy lingerie and the steamiest summer high heels is all it takes to elevate a girl’s mood.
Giving out a few bucks to a homeless person: There is no tax advantage and no one to pat you on the back. But who cares. I am guilty to giving out a few bucks or buying fast food for a sign-holding homeless person, without judgment or questions. Just load them up with a full-fledged super-sized Jack in the Box burger deal, hand it over, and the smile on their face will turn your entire body into jello. The few minutes it takes to do this, lasts the rest of your day, and then some. It’s is the best feeling of all.

Guilty pleasures come in all forms, but one thing is for sure, they definitely breathe energy into our lives. So what are your favorite pleasures? You have them – and you should talk and share about them, and you can do it here!