guilty pleasures

A few nights ago, I was flipping chanels, waiting for Clyde to join me on the couch, when I stumbled across the PBS telethon broadcast of a few of my favorite singers; James Taylor with Carol King and then John Denver.  I was totally raised with James Taylor, Carol King, Carley Simon (you're so vain!), John Denver, Peter, Paul & Mary etc etc.  My mom has an amazing singing voice and would lull us to sleep with the tunes of the above singers...mainly James Taylor and Peter Paul and Mary's version of Puff the Magic Dragon and Leaving on a Jet Plane.  Sweet Baby James was an all time Cecil Family classic along with My Lady Belindie.  So, when I heard John Denver I just stopped and listened.  Minus the yoddeling song about the environment (hippie) the concert, being in Japan & with JD sporting a silk red shirt, rocked. I can remember as a child going into my folks' room and looking at the Carol King Tapestry album (on record) and loving it.  She, Carol King, looked so awesome in that chair with her big 70's hair and barefeet.  It totally rocked.





Now that I am happily married, and being married to a walking, talking, breathing encyclopedia of music, we have passed along some of those songs.  The other day, the wardlings and I were in blue (the van) and Jacob was singing @ the top of his lungs, "Thank God I'm a country boy!" and my heart was filled with love.  I love hearing them sing Cat Steven's Moonshadow and knowing that they in turn love the music.  When Erin was younger and we were naive parents, we (or maybe it was just me) thought that you just listen to Barney in the car to keep the babies happy.  After having a few more children and  having the realization that they'll like what we like, things changed.  No longer did Barney cross the speakers of our VX fox or minivn and henceforth music like Green Day, Flogging Molly, Pearl Jam, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pink, Beyonce, Cat Stevens and yes occasionally Peter, Paul and Mary are the jams that we love. Besides one's musical repertoire wouldn't be complete without a few Beatles in the mix.  (not Clyde's with the PP&M. He shows us our evil ways by exposing us to Bob Dylan's original works of music.) 


I think it is such a joy to have a few guilty pleasures.  When Clyde and I were first married, we got cable.  Never having cable growing up, it was such a new experience for me. (My grandparents had cable and man was the amazing, besides those crappy nascar races that we watched our parents watch or the endless sound of a baseball game, but seeing gilligan's island and VH1 was a treat!)  Real Word...not today, but back when there was real reality, Real World drama with Puck & Pedro...that's when it was good.  Then when MTV had the Gaunlet challenges...guilty pleasure that one could enjoy a bag of popcorn to. We have progressed and Lost was it for a few years.  Even now when I see Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on the guide channel I always stop and have a  moments silence.  "Never fear the patient is only in a coma!" Then it was the Baby Story shows...especially when I was pregnant. I can remember thinking, especially @ the end of my pregnancies, how jealous I was that they had their babies, and mine was still floating along, sucking all my nutrients, hanging out.  Really? Get out of me!  Still though, a guilty pleasure.

This posts makes me read as though I only watch tv...not the case. In fact, blog hopping is one of my fav guilty pleasures now.  I have come to the conclusion though, that as many ideas that i have, that it was time to do things and not just watch others do and have all the fun.  Pool time I am quite selfish with and consider it a guilty pleasure.  I know the sun isn't good for my skin, but I totally feel like superman absorbing the energy, and hey a tan for a few months outta the year can't be bad. I just wish that having a clean kitchen floor or linen closets or folding that mound of socks is as much as a quilty pleasure as gardening.