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Yesterday I wrote a syllabus for the job I have lined up for the Fall. It is a job I’ve done before. It is a job I even like most of the time. Unfortunately, it isn’t really the job I wanted. I’ve been avoiding writing that syllabus all summer, hoping that when it came down to it, I wouldn’t need to. I was hoping that I’d have full time work somewhere else, somewhere that was going to lead me down the path I want to take.

There were times this summer when I felt guilty. The woman I work under at this job is really nice, and very helpful. She’s gone out of her way to assist me when it comes to syllabi, students, and finding the right materials. It felt sneaky to be applying to jobs without telling her. I’m sure that is a little silly. I’m sure she knows I’d like to have a full time job. I still felt a little bad though.

So now comes the part where I accept that I am where I am. There is no perfect job coming along before September. Instead I will be teaching two classes (I hope, fingers crossed I get enough students in both) and making respectable money for doing it. I’ll probably post on craigslist or something and offer my tutoring services. We really want to move to a nicer, bigger apartment in the Fall so we really have to redo our budget. Not even sure where to start, as we admittedly live paycheck to paycheck and everything tends to work out ok. That isn’t going to be the case when our rent is higher. We’ll actually have to keep track of our money… Ha. We aren’t big spenders, just disorganized ones.

It stings not to have the income from my old ESL job. I liked that job, and the longer I go without working the more annoyed I get that I was fired in favor of cheaper teachers. They didn’t even ask if I would work for less, maybe there are rules against telling someone you are going to pay them $5 less an hour and if they refuse they are fired. I really have no idea.

The last couple days I’ve been cleaning, which makes me feel a bit more accomplished. I’ve adopted a strategy my mother uses to get my butt in gear. She’ll tell herself she’ll do a certain number of things, and when those things are finished, she can stop cleaning for the day. The number is usually high, in the 40s or so. But each shirt she folds or scrap of paper she picks up will count as one thing. That keeps her house, currently occupied by three of her children, three dogs, and three cats, relatively under control. For me, doing 40 small things a day keeps everything pretty much clean. Most of the time getting started is the hard part for me.

I also tend to leave small messes until they become big messes. One dirty tea mug on the table is no big deal, I can get to it later. But then there are two, also no big deal. Then there are three, really should get to that… Next thing you know our entire mug collection is sitting on the table and then it is a big job that I don’t want to do. Don’t even get me started on vacuuming the carpet. With our terrible vacuum and our shedding cats (a definitely downside of hot weather) and too much furniture… I have to berate myself into doing it every two weeks.

So, long story short, my life is just as boring as usual. Our anniversary had some good, some bad. We went to the aquarium during the day and had a great time. Unfortunately, our dinner was really subpar. Bleh food, bleh service, bleh drinks… It was kind of a bummer to have a crappy dinner on our anniversary. We might do a bit of a redo on Sunday, when SleepyHusband has a day off.


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When I discovered that my last day of a summer teaching contract coincided with my parents heading over to London for 5 days, I may have delicately hinted that I would like to come along. This delicate hinting took the form of “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!?!?” Mom was happy to have the company, so late Sunday night I found myself winging my way over the ocean to London for a short break from the real world. Unfortunately, SleepyHusband was working pretty much non-stop that week, so there was no question of him coming with.

We arrived Monday morning after too few hours of sleep (I watched How Do You Know on the plane, eh). We headed to the house and I immediately took one of my favorite kinds of showers – the “rinsing off a 6 hour plane ride” shower. Mom and I decided to be tough and fight the jetlag with a little shopping. We stopped for a brief lunch of Greek salads at a local cafe and headed to the shops. Normally being tired and shopping are a terrible combo, but we found lots of cute stuff. I finally, FINALLY found new jeans after wearing pretty much the same two pairs for the last two or three years. Yea, long overdue, but the new pairs are cute stuff.

Monday night we had Italian, just ok. Tuesday we all lazed around a bit, I got up at 11 and was the first awake. Mom and I headed out to have afternoon tea at L’Orangerie at Kensington Palace. I’m a sucker for those little sandwiches. The scones and pastries are nothing to sneeze at either. Afternoon tea is definitely a tradition I would like to steal. Especially the tiny sandwiches. Nom.

Tuesday evening I met up with two English friends, Dan and Mike, who live in London. Beers, more Italian food (a far superior meal at At the Jam), and catching up. Always excellent to see friends when you only have the opportunity a couple times a year. Wednesday I headed out to Baker Street to meet Mike for lunch. I managed to get ridiculously lost in what was basically a two block radius. Half an hour late, I finally walked into a Starbucks and asked the first person I saw with a computer if I could look up the address. Fortunately he was a nice guy, and I finally sat down for some Turkish food. The rest of Wednesday I was on my own since my Mother had some appointments and a dinner.

After lunch I hit up the British Museum. Always something new and interesting to see there. New temporary exhibits and corners I haven’t explored yet (of which there are many, that place is enormous). I visited the temporary Afghanistan exhibit first, which was really very interesting. I think today was the last day it was open, so I’m glad I caught it. Then I visited Mexico and the rest of North America (Native American), and I stopped by Japan which has always been one of my favorite areas of the museum. I wandered a bit aimlessly after that, checked out what today would be called Jordan and Syria I believe.

After the museum my feet were hurting so it was home to order pizza and watch reruns of QI, a British show that consists of Stephen Fry and a selection of mostly British comedians and celebrities sitting around discussing various topics and being amusing.

Thursday my parents and I had lunch at a place called The Stockpot that does a nice English Breakfast, then Dad went off to work and Mom and I went to Hampton Court, a structure that is most well-known for housing Henry the VIII and his various wives. I actually learned quite a bit, and the place is pretty impressive. Hampton Court is famous for its extensive gardens, but since they were preparing for a gigantic flower show that would take place only a few days later. Afterwards we took advantage of a break in the drizzle to have some tea on the Thames, and then hopped on the train back to London. On Thursday night the three of us went to dinner at a neat little Indian place near our house. You ring the doorbell to enter, and the restaurant itself is fairly tiny. The food was unbelievable, as was the wine (no house plonk here, I am glad I wasn’t buying). The only downside was that the restaurant was a bit hot. It just isn’t that pleasant to eat hot, spicy food in an overly warm room, no matter how amazing the food is. I would 100% go back to get my hands on more of their prawns, but maybe the temperature is a little better in the winter time.

On Friday we were heading to the airport at 12:30, so I got up early to sneak in the National Portrait Gallery. Since I was in a hurry, I didn’t really get to see as much as I would have liked to. I will definitely go back next visit when I have more time.

The flight back was a bit hellish. Both bathrooms in economy broke down, so they made people line up behind the curtain for business and waved them forward one at a time. Once people realized there was a bathroom shortage, there was, of course, a rush. Since Mom and I were in the third row, that meant that were were people lined up in the aisle next to us for a solid two hours of the flight. It raised the temperature, since we were boxed in, and it was just plain irritating to have people looming over us like that. They nearly had to make a landing in Halifax when the business class bathroom nearly “reached capacity” as the pilot put it, but thank goodness we avoided that ridiculousness. At the end of the flight the purser went through apologizing to each row. He seemed genuinely upset, which was sweet. Doesn’t mean I’m excited to get on another tiny American Airlines plane to cross the ocean anytime soon. They were clearly using a domestic plane for an international flight in a pinch.

Friday night we arrived, I crashed out early, and the adventure was over. I was exceedingly sorry to leave London so soon, but exceedingly happy to be back with my husband and pets. With my tendency to apply to every job on the planet, perhaps someday London and home won’t be mutually exclusive.

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There is so much to love about summer in Boston. At least before it gets gross hot later in the summer. Just some things I’ve been enjoying so far this summer, despite not enough Rhode Island time.

Patios – I love eating on restaurant patios. They aren’t as plentiful as they are in warmer cities. It isn’t really worth paying rent on the space when it is too cold to eat outside most of the year. Right now we are living right down the street from a nice place that has a huge new patio, so I drag SleepyHusband there on pretty much any nice evening when he isn’t working (which is far too infrequent these days). There are fairy lights and plants and good food. They also make a decent sangria, which is always a plus. And goat cheese pizza. Ok, I have to stop now. Hungry!

Summer drinks – Like a hot cup of good coffee on a winter morning, there are many drinks that just seem to taste better in the summertime. Last night we opened a bottle of prosecco and drank it out on the steps of our apartment, waiting for the food we ordered to arrive. Tonight we plan to break into a bottle of Rose (I don’t know how to do the fancy e). Other happy summer drinks include sangria, margaritas, and much other brightly colored fun.

Ice cream cones – I don’t eat much ice cream. I’m not much of a sweets person and I rarely eat dessert (except flan, I freaking love flan) But an ice cream cone on a hot day is perfect. Hilariously, SleepyHusband has no idea how to eat an ice cream cone. No, seriously. Like it melts all over his hand and then he gets annoyed and throws it away. Ha! It is amazing to watch. I’ve tried to explain that you have to frequently lick around the bottom to keep it from dripping down the cone, but he can’t get the hang of it! It cracks me up.

Rhode Island – Heading down to RI when we can is brilliant stress relief. Some if you may be familiar with my family’s house there from attending my wedding, it is really lovely down there. Hanging out on the beach, playing with the various dogs and cats running around the place, grilling fresh fish from the shack down the road (fisherman come right up and and sell them freshly caught fish off the boat). It is nice to go down at any time of year, but summer is special.

Right now it is perfect out. Blue skies, warm temps, a light breeze. In fact, I think I might leave my computer alone for awhile go out and enjoy the rest of the sunshine.

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1. The word “digging”

2. Dorothy Sayers. I bought a book of her short stories at a used book store while we were in Chicago. Love her stuff, she is a better Agatha Christie. I’ve read some of the short stories before (and all of the novels) but some of these are happily new to me. I’ve been reading a story or two a night before bed, and I am almost done. So not excited for that! What will I keep next to my bed next? Short stories are perfect because I can’t get sucked into reading too many chapters.

3. Bright lipstick, still. Kind of. I can wear it to go on walks. Working my way up to actually wearing it out with friends.

4. The Bruins. I am watching game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs right now and TENSE! Bruins are winning 3-0 right now, I hope it stays that way! With the way I write blog entries the game might be over before I finish and I’ll have to edit this. Edit: Bruins are Stanley Cup Champions! Won 4-0, what a series!

5. Restaurant patios. A place we really like down the street opened a new patio and it’s great. It is huge and has all these lights and plants and so on. Really pleasant way to spend an evening. The weather needs to be friendlier though, come on summer!

6. Curry and Greek Salads. Not at the same time, but just in general I’ve really been craving curry dishes and I’m still on my endless Feta cheese kick. I bought a Greek salad the other day and threw it in the fridge for the next day. Sleepyhusband ATE IT WHILE I WAS SLEEPING. Rageface. I’ve also been into anything really spicy. I pretty much dump cayenne all over everything I eat right now.

7. Nights out with friends. I tend to be the one who brings my group of friends together because a) I am sporadically employed and have a lot less to do and b) I get bored really easily and immediate start thinking of ways I can get people to enable my restaurant addiction so I don’t have to cook. On Saturday I managed to get two sets of couples to get Indian with SleepyHusband and I. It was my college best friend and my childhood best friend and their significant others, and we had a fab time. Then CollegeBest and her SO came over to our apartment and we played monopoly on xbox (and I won, long live the top hat!).

8. Travel plans. We finally got our act together to get tickets to fly over to see SleepyHusband’s Dad for his birthday in August. SleepyHusband’s brother and his girlfriend will also be there. We all have a fantastic time together, so excited to see them!

9. Summer TV. Standards are lower, because it is summer TV, but light, fluffy summer shows are perfect for a warm evening. Covert Affairs, White Collar, Memphis Beat, The Glades… Yes, I have a crime show problem. This is a cry for help!

10. Now that I’ve come this far, I want to post 10 things… Uuuuum… I’m digging that my week is half over! I am currently doing a 6 day week because of a weird scheduling thing with the 3 week program I am teaching for right now. It is only 3 days in, but I’m finding the psychological effects of knowing I have that extra day coming are making me a bit twitchy. I’ve found this job really, really intense because the kids are so low level. I never have a second to sit down and I have to be so hands on that I’ve started buying a smaller coffee because I don’t have time to drink my normal size before it gets cold. (hi teachers who work with young children! I don’t know how you do it! I would lose my goddamn mind!) This really isn’t a “things I’m digging” entry is it? Yay for my week being half over!

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Before we found out that I was getting laid off (or put on furlough, or hiatus, or whatever) we bought tickets to visit SleepyHusband’s brother in Chicago. I’m glad we decided to get the tickets before we knew, because if we’d known in advance that we’d be a tad short on cash, we probably would have done the responsible thing. But instead of the responsible thing, we got to do the fun thing without the guilt! Win win right?

On Thursday afternoon we got in a plane (there was a 30 minute delay, the first time I’ve seen a 30 minute delay when it was genuinely a 30 minute delay.) When we got into Chicago, it was rush hour, so instead of sitting in traffic we grabbed a subway train into the city and H’s brother picked us up from a stop near his apartment.

SleepyHusband’s brother, who I’ll call BIL (for brother in law) lives with his girlfriend who I’ll call Providence. They have a 9 month old dog named Max and HE’S ADORABLE. Sorry, had a caps lock moment there.

SleepyHusband and I have been excited for this trip forever, and it really didn’t disappoint. When we got to the apartment we met Max, who did a little guard dog barking but warmed up quickly when he realized he was going to get some new people to play with. We headed straight to the roof deck of their (really nice) apartment and enjoyed a beer while watching the sunset. This would prove to be the last of the nice weather for the weekend, but I’m glad we got to watch one beautiful sunset before the rain came!

I grabbed a shower, because how nice does it feel to wash off that stale plane feeling? Then we had some margaritas, then some beers, then I realized I wasn’t going to make it to dinner and crashed relatively early.

Friday we went out for a nice greasy lunch of burgers, gyros, and lazed around a bit, then went out to an early dinner at a Mexican restaurant called Fuego. No complaints from anyone about our food and margaritas, great meal all around! We went from there to a bar where some of BIL’s friends were playing, a band called Kickbush (gonna look them up on iTunes). They were really great and we had a blast, followed by another bar for a DJ friend of BIL’s group of friends. We headed back to the apartment instead of hitting the band’s after party, since it was late and we wanted to be functioning the next day.

Saturday was a slow start for some. SleepyHusband and I took the opportunity to order some Jimmy John’s, because they have incredibly awesome sandwiches. The Beach Club sandwich is my personal favorite. Really, if you have the chance to get Jimmy John’s, jump on it. We had some cheapy tickets for the Cubs game that night, but unfortunately the weather was miserable. One of these days I’m going to check out Wrigley, but the others and I were not keen on sitting in the rain. If I had had access to all my warm clothing I might have decided to go, but we didn’t really pack well enough for the yucky weather, and Providence was coming down with a cold while we were there.

In the afternoon we hit up the grocery store for grill supplies. My brother was passing through town on his way to a summer trip to the Sierra Nevada mountains. He’ll get school credit, and right now he is taking his time driving across country with a friend. They left 20 days before they have to be there so they could take it really slow and explore. We overlapped in Chicago, so he came over that evening to join us. Max spent a lot of his visit barking and growling at him, it was pretty funny. He would bark and bark, then let my brother pet and cuddle him, then go back to barking. Not the most effective guard dog, hehe. He had warmed up by the end of his visit. Belly rubs don’t just come around every day (or, actually, they pretty much do with BIL and Providence as parents).

One of SleepyHusband’s roommates from college also lives in Chicago. He’s a great guy, lots of fun. He came over as well with his girlfriend. The seven of us made steak, pasta, artichokes, and salad. Of course, when I say the 7 of us, I mean I had absolutely nothing to do with any of the cooking. Pat took care of steak, Providence did pasta, BIL did a bunch… I really wasn’t paying much attention. It was pretty much the three of them. We all hung out, chatted, watched TV, and ate the awesome food that SH, BIL, and Providence turned out. The steak was great, but I have to give a shout out to Providence’s pasta. She called it balsamic cream with mushroom I think? I have to email her and snag the recipe. It was really unique and delicious.

BIL and Providence were nice enough to offer my brother a spot on the couch for the night, so he stayed over. The next day we all slept late, then headed out for some brunch. My brother had to be on his way, but the rest of us ended up at an Irish pub. Everyone else went for the totally delicious sounding burgers (I tried some of SH’s, so good). I couldn’t resist the chance at an Irish breakfast. It included eggs, toast, beans, bangers (sausage, but it was listed a bangers on the menu, going for authenticity!), tomato, and last but very much least… black and white pudding. Google it if you are not familiar, but black and white pudding means they are really committing to the authentic Irish breakfast. Blech. I skipped eating those, but the rest of it was so very good.

We still had a couple hours before our flight, so we watched a Netflix movie that BIL and Providence hadn’t watched yet, Due Date. It was entertaining I guess? I went back and forth between finding parts really funny and thinking parts were terrible. Overall, I’d say I won’t watch it again.

When the movie was over, we packed up and headed to the airport. Unfortunately, due to some bad weather here, our flight was delayed a few hours. We got in at around 1 am, then had to wait in a looong line for a cab. But we did finally make it home!

It was a really fantastic weekend. A weekend that reminded me that Chicago is a city I could really see myself living in, we both could. BIL says he gets that from his visitors from lots of cities. I guess Chicago really appeals to people from everywhere. I already can’t wait to go back!

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The husband and I spent the weekend at his parents’ house in Missouri. I had a job interview at a school there. It would be a great opportunity and looks to be a great job… But Missouri? I find myself changing my mind from minute to minute about whether or not I could really move there.

It isn’t that I don’t like the city, I do. We spent a summer there after I graduated from college and I’ve always maintained that it is a really nice place to visit… But I wouldn’t want to live there. Leaving behind my family and friends and the city I love so much would be really hard, but there are so many advantages. It would be a big step towards the career I really want and an opportunity for us to save a lot of money.

Up until now we’ve treated the decision as a “don’t count your chickens until they hatch” sort of thing. There was no reason to obsess about the pros and cons before I’d even interviewed. But now the offer or lack thereof is coming within a week, and decisions have to be made.

There is one upside to all of this. I have something to be happy about no matter what the school decides. I’m either going to get a great job and we’ll start an interesting new chapter in out lives, or I don’t get the job and get to stay in Boston. So no matter what happens, I’ll try to focus on the positive side.

The weekend was a lot of fun. We flew in Thursday night, and one of the husband’s friends came over and we all had some steak and conversation. After the parents headed to bed the three of us jumped in the hot tub (along with a neighbor who came over when he heard our mini party going on) and hung out there until I headed to bed. When we got up the next morning the H made me some eggs and bacon and I had a little downtime. The interview was in the afternoon. The people who interviewed me were really nice, and I think it went pretty well.

After the interview I talked to my mom about how it had gone, and spent some time relaxing. The whole process and knowing that I’d have to wait a week to find out about the job left me wound up, so we pretty much hung around watching TV (Star Wars 4, 5, and 6 marathon). In the early evening we went over to another one of H’s friend’s apartments. We ordered Jimmy Johns which, if you are not familiar, makes bliss inducing subs. Seriously, that sandwich was everything I remembered and hoped for. I don’t even know how they do it, but the Beach Club is spectacular. This friend lives with his girlfriend and their insanely adorable little dog. Normally I prefer bigger dogs, but this little girl has so much personality and is so darn sweet (and she really thinks she can beat us at tug of war, mostly because we let her win all the time).

That night we went out and bought passes to a music… festival I guess you’d call it? Basically you paid $20 for a bracelet that let you into a few different bars that all had several musical performances. I wasn’t familiar with any of the bands, but some of them were pretty good. We got home relatively early and hopped back into the hot tub (gotta take advantage of that thing when we have access).

Saturday we went for another one of our favorite meals in the city, Winstead’s. Purveyors of what they call the steak burger, this place is the most delicious, unhealthy food pretty much ever. You can order a burger by how many layers you want, from one to three. They are basically shredded steak pressed into a flat burger. Then you can add tons of toppings like mayo, mustard, pickles, onions, grilled onions, cheese… Not that I got all of these things on my two layer burger. Ahem. Afterwards we stopped by the lacrosse game H’s dad was coaching. Since it was incredibly hot and they were winning by a lot, we only stayed about 15 minutes before heading back home for some air-conditioning.

Saturday night was really relaxed. A few of H’s friends came over and we went out to buy steak, salad, and wine and grilled on the porch. A long, pleasant evening ensued, partially due to the fact that the hot day had led to a perfect temperature when the sun went down. I bought a few bottles of my favorite recent discovery, a Malbec called Gascon. Good conversation, good food, good drink, good fun. Later we moved to the basement for pool and ping pong. I finally had to bail a little earlier than everyone else. It was a good time, but after a long weekend of good times I wanted some good sleep before getting on the plane today.

We were happy to be home. It was nice to get in at around 6 pm, since it left us the evening to relax. Coincidentally, my brother was dropping my dad off for his flight back to the UK just as we were getting in, so we got a ride in return for a couch for my brother and his friend for the night.

I’ll end with a picture of my mother in law’s cats, who came to check out the mysterious new stuff that came into town with us. One is easy to see, the other is behind the suitcase blending in with the rug –

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Everyone has their guilty pleasures, whether it be a Beiber song tucked into their itunes, a penchant for terrible Chinese food, or any number of other less than impressive cravings. I’m practically made of guilty pleasures, and sometimes I find myself censoring my blog a bit in regards to them. I’ll write a book review of a respected Victorian author, but I didn’t mention that after reading the book I watched one of the worst movies ever, a movie I happen to love. Time to be honest! I figure I’ll put them in categories, much like the category checklist I use to sort my posts.

Books – Elizabeth Peters. What can I say? She writes these brilliant, romantic, action adventure books that I just love. I think I have written about her before, maybe in my Prague blog? Her main characters are almost always women, and they are always funny, badass, and have pretty decent taste in funny, badass men. She doesn’t veer into the shirtless Fabio on the cover type romance, which I like, since that’s never really appealed to me (I gave it a try a few times, just couldn’t get into them). She’s also a historian, so her stories tend to take place in really awesome places, like early 1900’s Egypt. If you are unfamiliar, please, do yourself a favor (ok, i’m pretty much talking to the ladies here, guys probably won’t get into her) pick up Crocodile on the Sandbank. From there the rest of the Peabody character books are great, as are her Vicky Bliss books.

Food – I’m gonna go with mac and cheese. I say this because I’ll sometimes hear people badmouthing good old-fashioned boxed mac and cheese and going on about from scratch and gourmet… Yea, gourmet mac and cheese is awesome. It is very difficult to go wrong with pasta and cheese. But I also love Velveeta, what can I say.

TV – Crime shows. I’ll watch pretty much any crime show until it gets too terrible to deal with. I’ve stuck with NCIS, Criminal Minds, and Bones through thick and thin (and believe me, as time goes by and plots are used up, things can get thin). I gave up on House a couple of years ago (painful, cause how much do I adore Hugh Laurie?), but I’d say the saddest show I’m still clinging to is CSI. Put a shark in a hotel pool? I’ll watch it. Make Justin Bieber an evil child bomber? I’ll watch it. Have a cute, normal guy be single for the million year duration of the show for some bizarre reason (get on that Nick)? I’ll watch it. Don’t think, “well if some people are still watching it, maybe I should get it out…” No. Bad. Don’t do it.

Movies – The fact that I enjoy those incredibly goofy syfy original movies (hello Ice Spiders) is already common knowledge, so I’m going to go in another direction. Any questions about why this movie is a guilty pleasure should be answered by the title – The Librarian: Quest for the Spear. Starring people like Noah Wyle and Bob Newhart who you’ll vaguely remember from other, better stuff, this movie is about a nerd who becomes the keeper of a library full of mythical objects. Soon after he gets the job, however, he has to go up against something called (guilty pleasure alert) The Serpent Brotherhood. It was made for TV by… TNT I think? Anyway, it is ridiculous and corny and funny and great. It shows up on TNT every 6 months or so, and I always record it, watch it at least twice, then burn out on it. This is the reason I can’t own this movie, I think that would just ruin it for me. L:QftS is the best kind of terrible movie – silly and charming, with a definite sense of humor about itself. Plus Noah Wyle is cute. The two sequels are just regular terrible, but L:QftS will always have a place on my DVR when it comes around.

Place – My big red couch, right side. If I am home, that is generally where I can be found. Yes, there is a dent (What? We’ve had the couch for a long time!)

Teaching fallback – Apples to Apples. If you’ve never placed this in your class (it is easy to justify for ESL, vocab!) I would get on that. It’s a blast.

Place to go – Kansas City. Not so much a guilty pleasure I suppose. It is cute little city and my husband is from there. But the reason I like going there is because they have amazing food. So I think it counts. OMG Winsteads. Steak burgers that you order based on how many layers you want. They are disgusting and wonderful.

Hobby – Video games. Sure, people would argue that gaming is an art form in its own right at this point, and not really a guilty pleasure. In fact, I’m among them. If you’ve ever played through a game like Mass Effect 2, Dragon Age: Origins, Fable 2 or Bioshock you might know what I mean. At this point, many of these games are basically interactive movies and tons of fun to boot. I would say the guilty part would be how I play. I get obsessed when I find a game I like. Dragon Age, for instance, basically took a week of my life the second I got it, and I’ve played it many times since. It wears off eventually, but let’s just say the dishes don’t get done by me when I find a game I love.

I’m not even going to do a music category because it would be too hard to choose. I’ll listen to anything, and if it is going on my gym mix the quality takes a nosedive because anything that has a beat I can kick my own butt to will do. I used to be a huge music fan, but in recent years I’ve just found that it isn’t a priority. I listen to the radio and download things that catch my fancy. I mostly listen to the hip hop station and, here is the part that might worry people, I’ve never heard a song by Arcade Fire. I’ve heard of them because they seem to be the Kings of Leon of a couple years ago when it comes to popularity, but never heard them.

So what categories am I missing? Anyone else want to admit their crappy taste in something?

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