flo rita?

So the dance party last weekend inspired me to download some hip/hop and R&B in hopes that I end up with some songs that I can’t help but move to. That and my workout playlist has been very uninspired as of late.

So after downloading the likes of Bon Jovi, Van Halen and some Journey (because, after all, who can’t shake their bootie to that?), I took a peek at the iTunes Top 40 list for Hip Hop.

Um, I live on this planet. I watch trash television like the The Hills and The Real Housewives of Orange County, and I can sing along to a good number of songs played on the radio, daily. I am not out of it. I promise.

However, I cannot pick out the likes of Weebie? Soulja Boy, however, I do know.

So when I was scrolling the list, I asked my roommates, “Do I need anything by Flo-Rida” except I pronounced it as RI-TA. As in Rita was going to sell me a banana?

Then my roommate’s bf, just looked at me and busted up laughing. Somehow he managed to say, “It’s Flo-Rida” as in rider.”

hmm. That makes a lot more sense. I am an idiot. I will keep you posted on whether or not I actually enjoy this Flo Rida’s tunes.

Guilty Pleasures

So, apparently, I am a little behind. I was watching the season finale of The Hills from last year and I am shocked! I cannot believe I was so far behind. I had no idea Heidi left Spencer.

Then my roommate laughs at my gasps of disbelief and says, “I can’t believe with all of your Perez Hilton and stuff you are so behind. This is pop culture.”

I love that The Hills is pop culture! Hilarious!

three way

Last night I had a three way phone conversation on skype with my mom and my sister. It was hilarious and everything I loved about being happy and being a family. Sad how those moments strike me as being so few, but my parents bring with them a heightened stress level. It is not every day that I get to enjoy them as people and friends and confidants, instead of parents.

In an sad attempt to set up my mom’s skype, while talking to her ON skype, she shrieked at my suggestions. I can only imagine her eyes darting around the desktop, “green bubble? I see a green bubble, but its next to your name, not your sister’s”

me: ok, what does it say in your contact list next to her name?

mom: um, where’s my contact list? I see file, edit, view

me: Mom, its the thing with the bubbles!

After spending what felt like days finding my sister’s contact info, I was trying to confirm she had the right name for my sister by having her identify my sister’s icon:

me: mom, what do you see?

mom: it says melbourne, austrailia…

me: do you see a hamster?

She lost it. I mean she completely flipped out in only a way my mother could: A HAMSTER!?! what do you mean? A hamster, no I don’t see a hamster? You mean, like a RODENT?”

me: ya, with a carrot?

mom: a carrot? what do you MEAN a carrot? where is the hamster and why is there a carrot?

Insert sister via conference call. I relayed the story via chat while we were talking to my mom. My sister died laughing. Then my mom caught on because my sister can’t type quietly. Busted. just like the old days.