July 23, 2007
If you ever want to get to know someone on a more intimate level, borrow their ipod. Chances are, you'll learn some things that will really, really surprise you--even if you've been married for five years.
Today, as I headed out the door to the gym, I realized I had forgotten to grab my own ipod. Not wanting to search high and low for that freaking little piece of magic, I took my husband's. It was fun to listen to someone else's music for a change, because even that super sassy Pink woman gets old after a while.
For the first little while, I wasn't at all surprised by what I was hearing--lots of Dave Matthews Band, some Beatles, Counting Crows...you know, the normal stuff. I got a little lost in Jared's music as I trotted along on the treadmill, and eventually it faded to nothing more than background noise as I began to check some items off my mental to-do list.
Just as I checked off 'buy more bananas' I was snapped back into reality by some slammin' hip hop beats. Apparently, my husband likes the song 'No Diggity.' Who knew? But he doesn't just have the normal, radio version of 'No Diggity' on his ipod, he has some special mix version that features many of the more significant rappers of our day.
I guess Jared likes to roll hardcore with Lil Kim, Diddy, Fitty Cent and all those other gangsta b**ches. I had no idea. Apparently he also likes to roll with Simon and Garfunkle, because that lame ass song about parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme was the next one to come one. Weird combination.
Anyway, I don't know how to speak rap, but I'm going to learn...for Jared. So far I can say, "Yo, yo Jizzle! Creep into my pad. Is hangin' good in the hood. Word."
That means, "Hi Jared. Come in. I'm glad you're home. Word."