oh fajita.

sometimes the communication barrier between generations can be frustrating.

other times, it can provide quite the laugh. luckily, mine usually results in laughter. observe:

as i was driving home from work with my dad, he we telling me how much he liked the josh groban, noel album.

"but i don't get the fajita song." he said.

i asked him, "what fajita song?"

"you know, ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fffffffaaaaaaaaaaajjjjjjjjjjiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaa" he sang the words to the tune of ave maria, which is exatly what the song was. he just thought josh groban was saying 'oh fajita' rather than 'ave maria'.

a few minutes later, he begins tapping out a beat on his cell phone. "guess what song i'm starting," he said. i look at him with an are-you-serious expression. "dad, i have NO idea." 

"its 'tonight's the night" (which is NOT what the song is called.)

"i don't know that song." i tell him.

"you've got to be kidding me. its been the most popular song for the past like 24 months. oprah made it popular with the black eyed peas in that... what's that huge park in new york?"

"central park?"

"yeah," he answers, "they did this thing where black eyed peas starts singing and then these people start dancing like a synchronized swimming group. its awesome. youtube it." 

i kind of laugh. "oh, you mean a flash mob?"

his response? "well no, they all had their clothes on." 

can i just say, my dad is actually really smart. but i guess when it comes to modern day terms he's not as much in-the-know as i thought he was... what a guy.

hope your tuesday was awesome.

its almost christmas... can you feel it?

*side note: can i just say that the flash mod i've linked above isn't one of the more impressive ones i've seen? i mean its cool how many people they've got, but i like them when they are sporadic, random and unexpected.

driving. heels. dead guy.

yesterday, i drove for the first time since arriving here in good ole' texas.

ohmigosh.

if you know me, you know that i prefer not to drive unless i know the area really well. i get drivers anxiety especially on the freeway.

but yesterday, my dad decided it was high time i got behind the wheel.

so, he came and picked me up from church and when i got out to the car, he got out and went to the passenger's side.

me: you're making me drive?

dad: yep.

me: you're making me drive on the freeway... in my heels?

dad: yep.

me: *gulp* okay, but you're going to have to tell me where to go.

dad: nope. pretend i'm dead.

me: so, you want me to drive on the freeway, in my heels, with a dead man in my front seat?

dad: just go. 

grrrrr. i was pretty much scared outta my mind.

{these are not what i would call my 'driving heels'.}

but guess what?

we made it home safely.

even though i drove. on the freeway. in my [stellar, purple] heels. with a semi-dead guy in the front seat. (he did come undead once to tell me i was getting off on the wrong exit.)

so, am i officially a texas driver now?

oh, heavens no.