A few months ago I think I told you about the time my mom was over and she was identifying pop songs on the radio with relative ease and a matter of factness that surprised me. Like "oh this is Katy Perry, and Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars." Well, the other day she was listening to Lady Gaga again and I was like "seriously mom? you are listening to Lady Gaga?" and her response really surprised me. She said she was listening to an interview with her and that she really liked what she had to say and that "she stood for something" and freedom of expression yadda yadda yadda and her songs were catchy. Ok. Fair enough. I agree.
But then I was cleaning out my dad's car yesterday and in the seat back pocket I found a Ke$ha cd. Wow. Nothing surprises me anymore. Are my parents really cooler than I give them credit for?
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Not gonna lie...

Not gonna lie... admittedly, two weeks ago I gave my dad a hard time about the popsicles he rescued from the hurricane. But, I ate one of those popsicles my dad rescued last night...and damn were they good! I was about to throw them out because they were taking up a lot of room in my freezer but noticed they weren't all that melted. Gave them the benefit of the doubt and now I see why my dad took desperate measures to bring them over to my house. And after the first one, I had a second one. Then I stopped there.
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