Kidd Kraddick in the Morning

It's been, I don't know, 7 or 8 years since one of our local radio stations began airing this syndicated show. I really was disappointed when it began, because the prior morning show had been such a favorite of mine and now I can't even remember what it was.

Listening to this show is so much fun. The personalities are comedic, dramatic, and aren't afraid to show their humanity. If you haven't ever listened, I challenge you to listen for one hour at least three days in a row and you will be hooked. If it isn't broadcast on your airwaves, you can listen online at www.kiddlive.com.

Laugh and cry along with them, they carry guilt but also redeem themselves daily.

Hatin' on Chris Brown

One of the sites I like to peruse for celebrity worship pretty much sums it up.

http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=19291

(I tried an html link but I'm no good at that stuff)

He's guilty as sin.

Accepting and not Giving

Truly selfish, I know. But sometimes I can't help myself!

One of my co-workers called and said she was bringing me a gift for Valentine's Day. Instead of a gracious reply, I respond with "Well just know this. I didn't get you a damn thing." Of course, I was received in the jest intended.

The gift was lovely and also included about 2 dozen lollipops tagged onto small valentine's day cards. I distributed the pops to everyone on my floor, taking full credit for the time and effort put into procurring them.

So here is to the pleasure which is sometimes accompanied by guilt, getting and not giving back.

Cheesecake

Our organization's monthly birthday party is being celebrated two offices down from me as I type.

I was there for the obligatory singing, candle blowing and congrats, then I fled like a rat from a sinking ship. This month, the party organizers chose Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake for the festivities.

I looked at the box.

Per serving, 510 calories, 165mg cholesterol, 33 mg fat, somewhere over 500mg sodium.

This is one guilty pleasure I am avoiding today.

The 15 (or so) minute break

The mid-morning break at my job is frequented by 7 or 8 regulars. Fifteen minutes often stretches past the mark, but so far we haven't been chastized for stealing company time.

At break, a number of my prior listed pleasures are often incorporated into on compact session: gossip, judging others, celebrity banter and best of all, coffee.

I feel slight guilt once the 20 minute mark is hit. Well, maybe not.

Enjoying Stupid Stuff

Drama, crime, vengence taken.



I suggest thou shalt not be guilty of culpable acts when the Trunk Monkey is around.

Those dang Weight Watchers MiniBars

I bought a box of these on Tuesday during a meeting. A dozen in a box. 1 point per bar.

Three days later and none left. I ate them all. I'm guilty as sin.