Confessions of a Cowgirl

Hello my precious possums, how goes the battle? I say, this summer is slipping away faster than vino from my wine rack. I hope you’re all soaking up the sun and logging as many beach days as possible. Spoken like a true tanorexic. Amidst all of this summertime splendor, I’ve adopted a few guilty pleasures that I thought I’d share. Consider it my cowgirl confessional, minus the closet...or whatever that thing is.

Top 10 Confessions

1) Let’s talk Twilight. I know, I know, how very predictable, but what can I say? I’ve always thought of vampires as being these sensual beasts as it were, toss in a tumultuous human/immortal love affair and i’m hooked. However, I’m happy to report I’m not as diehard (or Twi-hard) as some. For example, like this weirdo who willingly had Robert Pattinson’s autograph tattooed right where he lift it — oh her wrist. WTF.

2) Chicken Club sandwiches from PHAT (Pretty Hot and Tasty), this fabulous New York style deli a few blocks from my pad. The menu doesn’t exactly support the bikini diet, however these babies take care of a Saturday morning hangover in a heartbeat.

3) The Bachelorette. I can’t help but indulge in this weekly cryfest as this gal participated in Whistler/Vancouver product placement for 3 whole episodes! Clever marketing and a bunch of man whores. A delightful combo.

4) Gladiator sandals. They’re back for another season, thank buddha, as my feet were about ready to fall off thanks to my high rise heel collection.

5) Local street busker SpandyAndy, bustin’ a move all over Vancity. If you haven’t seen him in action on the street, check him out here. I first discovered him in front of the art gallery the day after MJ died, performing to all his hits. Just a dude in spandex with solid dance moves and a message. Love him.

6) My tomato plant. I have two sprouts so far. This is exciting news.

7) Speaking of vino vanishing from my wine rack, give the Talus Chardonnay a go. It’s recession friendly, at $10 a pop, and it’s creamy, oaky deliciousness is divine with seafood...or a piece of provolone.

8) The new Lily Allen album, It’s Not Me, It’s You, especially this song. After a mind numbing day at the office, this song soothes the soul.

9) Bumpits hair volumizing inserts. I get fake boobs, fake finger nails and even false eye lashes. But why oh why would we want something that resembles that of a bone contusion sprouting from our noggin? The commercial is what earns Bumpits a spot on this list. Are they for real?

10) Craig Ferguson. I am and have always been a hardcore Letterman loyalist, however Ferguson is fucking hysterical. Is he dipping into a wee dram of scotch before each show? It’s tough to say what’s in his snake cup, but I do love those puppets.