It’s only February, and already I’m bursting at the seams with guilty pleasures, some new, some old. I can’t contain it any longer, so I’m just going to spew them out all over this post. I mean, delicately list them on this delightful blog with the most fetching of phrases.
#1 – Reflective Gear: Lead Me to the Light!
Yeah. It’s my new thing. Of course, there’s the obvious:
And then the not so obvious (thanks, Babs!):
#2 – Uncle Jesse‘s Famous Head Tilt: He’s All Bark, No Bite!
This one really needs no introduction. (Advance apologies for my ‘puppy voice.’) And yes, the whole family loves The Office.
#3 – Mac Photo Booth Application: So Wrong, It’s Right!
I am truly ashamed of the level of vanity my Mac Photo Booth application inspires (yes, these pictures are all linked to actual blog posts of mine…sigh).
#4 – Real Haircuts: Why, I Just Might.
My vanity knows no bounds. After taking Uncle Jesse for a routine (and costly!) visit to the groomer’s last week, I decided that the time had come to stop cutting and dying my own hair. Hallelujah!
#5 – Hats: Rocking Them Day and Night!
This is a vintage guilty pleasure for me, and this past weekend, I started recruiting a whole new generation.
What’s your guiltiest pleasure of 2012 (so far)? If you’re feeling shy: how much do you love my new haircut?
Go Jules Go 
OMG….I am IN LOVE with Uncle Jesse!! He’s so adorable…as are you, Miss Jules!!
I worry when I walk him in public, he takes the focus off of my own adorableness. That’s why I wear a neon vest. Who can ignore that?
My guilty pleasure is rocking out to the Glee version of Born This Way on my to work. And I’m comfortable enough in my masculinity to admit that.
I am comfortable enough in my femininity to say, BRO! That RULES!
I now want to be on the cover of a romance novel. So much more exciting than my former goal of being on the cover of AARP Mag.
I hope you don’t have an aversion to coconut glitter body spray.
Dammit! I wish I was a hat person. They just never look right on me, but they always look so cute!
I buy them, Thoughtsy, and then never wear them! I think we should have a hat slash blogger slash flavored vodka convention and set our inhibitions aside.
I believe dogs get together and discuss the head-tilt. “Why do they love it so much?” “I don’t know, but they’re crazy for it. Just do it, trust me.”
I would sell my soul for one of his head tilts.
I’ve never seen Uncle Jesse look more fluffy/huggable/handsome. Those $$$$ appointments may just be worth it! And then you…whoa. Love the new do.
So does this mean you’ll be footing the next bill, Babs?
What a hoot! You make an awesome romance heroine, Jules. And the giggles I had when reading your intent to get your hair done because “Why should he be the only one who looks touchably soft? You are a delightfully evil woman. =)
Cackle cackle cackle. If only I could grow a (bleached blonde) mustache just to twirl the ends… 😉
Thank you so much, Eden!
I love my bottle blonde hair too! I wouldn’t have known yours wasn’t real!
Wait, did I say it wasn’t real? 😉
I’m a blonde at heart, though, and I think that’s what really matters.
You are very sleek now. Sleeker than before but I hardly recognised you without you telling me you were you cos there wasn’t a side-pony.
Your dayglow/nightlight vest is cute but would get more attention without the clothes underneath. I’m thinking the boys of the neighborhood may even ask if they could walk Uncle Jesse for you — or move furniture — or unplug a sink.
So what you’re saying is, the cars on the road wouldn’t be the only things with their headlights on?
Sorry. I had to.
Even if you hadn’t asked about the haircut, I was going to say it looks fabulous! (Much like my hair might look, if I decide to cut it ever again? Hmm! Oh, and “fabulous,” that is. Not blonde. I tried that in middle school and it was all guilt, no pleasure.)
My guilty pleasure continues to be Us Weekly. Why do I read that crud? I have no idea, but I LOVE IT. Once a month or so, I buy that and I fall asleep snuggling it close to me, wondering how I can not care and adore so much all at the same time.
We must discuss in more detail later. Us Weekly rules. I love the pictures at the beginning, just like in People. Like the “Star Watch” or “Out and About” sections or whatever they’re called. When I’m waiting in line at the grocery store, that’s exactly what I go for.
Love the new haircut! It gives you that oomph! Hm my guilty pleasure so far would have to be the steak I enjoyed last week! Oh my goodness. Best. Steak. Ever!
That’s funny, because I do feel especially oomphy! Thank you! 😉
I would like to hear about this steak in much more detail. Next time, will you take pictures, too?
I’m not feeling shy, but I am lovin’ the new haircut–beautiful! My hair is currently so long I am almost ready to chop it all off again just to lose an instant 10 pounds.
And, oh my god, I forgot about that fabulous romance cover picture of you! I could have used that for my heart-stopping Valentine’s post, dammit!
I was at the end of my side pony, er, rope, with my hair! I’ve been thinking about getting a real cut for YEARS. Of course, ever since Sunday (at the salon), I haven’t been able to get it to look like that again… LOL
That Valentine’s post was perfection, just as it was!
Guilty Pleasure? Teen Mom. I’m not gonna lie, those tiny teenage mamas make me feel WORLDS better about myself. I often watch the show with my toddler…while we eat pixie sticks… and skip bedtime.
I love the nature of this guilty pleasure! It’s the same reason I like watching Hoarders and Intervention, even though I’m pretty sure they’re trying to make me feel depressed and not enabled.
I gave you slap-bracelet, slushie, and chipmunk-lovin’ self an award today. I hope you have a great weekend! And I hope it involves vodka cake.
Thank you again!!! I celebrated by having a little cake with my vodka. 😉
you is purdy. 🙂
Right?!?!
LOL Thank you 🙂
Hey, I think I read that romance novel! What was it like when Dirk Bryce, (the actual Marquis of Lengingham, who was hit over the head, sold into bondage and shipped to the colonies by his evil cousin who wanted to inherit the title, where you purchased him at an auction in Georgia to help out on your failing plantation because your father, the frail and gentle scholar, has no head for business and the tobacco crop died this year), clasped your heaving bosom to his rock-hard chest?
Well, Peg, it was green lights and all rights until Dirk whipped out his hand-rolled Lenginghamian cigarettes and started smoking them right in front of my father. I don’t how the cigarettes survived the trip in steerage, nor how Dirk hasn’t begun to suspect foul play, but my father was none too pleased. I distracted him by showing him the projected book sales numbers, but I had to explain with stick figures made from tobacco plants. In the end, I began to question if getting to rub coconut-scented oil on Dirk’s rock hard abs was worth it.
Looking at Dirk, I would have to say it looks like it would be. Worth it, I mean.
(p.s. love the haircut!)
I need a slap bracelet here in Shanghai. What do I have to do to get one?
I emailed you the extremely strict instructions, GG; I hope you haven’t changed your mind.
Doctor Who, not because it’s trashy but because the sheer volume of episodes I have to catch up on make for a LOT of TV time.
LOL! That reminds me, I should probably get caught up on “Lost”…
Yes, you should! Best. Show. Ever.