Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Big floppy hats and bingo.

Yesterday when I got home from work I was greeted by two very demanding white dogs who wouldn't stop yelling at me. Yap, yap, yap... take us on our motha fuggin' walk, you ho... Is what I'm pretty sure they were saying to me. They were loud and rude and, really, I was starting to feel like it was time to list them on Craigslist to remind them who's boss around here.

Then I got to thinking, there really are FEW things on this planet that excite me the way going on a walk excites those two damn dogs of mine. I mean, really, one of them is bouncing around in a circle, like a damn moron, and the other is just howling at me like she's the wolf and I'm the moon. It's madness.

You want to know what would get me hopping around in circles right now? If you told me we were going on this...

I love cruises. Really, there's not a much better way to vacation, in my personal opinion.

I've got the booze smuggling thing down to a science which just makes it all that much better. It also, kind of, makes you feel like a bad ass. Or maybe that's just me. Either way, I'm a big fan of filling my "soda" tumbler full of sweet tea vodka and lemonade, all while parading around this big ass ship with no cares in the world.

Check out that seemingly innocent cup.
To which I say... this is how we do it. 

For the record, here's how I prefer to smuggle my booze on the ship. Experiment at your own risk, it's every man for themselves. If you get caught, it ain't my fault. Did I do that?

I've also smuggled booze on via Listerine bottles. Let me just say, for the record, this is not the greatest idea unless you're a big fan of Listerine flavored vodka. Which I am not. That vodka was only tolerable once I was too drunk to notice... Which was about drunk enough to where it was bedtime. You can see the issue there, I'm sure. 

Stick with the plastic "flasks", they're pretty damn handy.

Though I have to tell you, I've considered trying one of these babies out. Maybe filling it with some Chardonnay? 

Why the hell didn't I think of that!?

In addition to the boozing, you get to eat your heart out the entire freaking time. Last cruise I went on, I ordered two friggen steaks at dinner and three desserts. Unlimited steak and creme brulee is a sure fire way to put a smile on this girl's face.

Well, until the next morning when I remember I have to be in a bathing suit all day long.
Enter: more sweet tea vodka and lemonade.

Anyways, the moral of today's story is that cruises make me as happy as a dog going for a walk.

I think it might have something to do with that fact that my phone gets zero service on it and it's one of the only acceptable reasons to entirely disconnect from the world.
And maybe a little bit because it's acceptable to have an alcoholic drink with an umbrella in it in your hands at all times of the day.

And wear big floppy hats.
While playing bingo.

And now I really just want to be on a big ass boat in the middle of the ocean.
Who's with me?

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Monday, April 29, 2013

Doing the Monday thing.

I really hate it when I stare at this damn blank screen with nothing of substance to write out. Obviously it's Monday, which means it's pretty much the easiest day on the books to write a post but then I have the internal battle with myself over being the cliche lifestyle blogger and then I'm back to square one. Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's probably a lifestyle blogger.

It'd be easiest for me to sit here and tell you all about how I drank lots of beer, even though I said I wouldn't, and I didn't "take it easy", like I said I would... mostly because that's exactly how my weekend went down. Who's surprised? I knew you wouldn't be.

I did, however, get to go to the beach on Saturday which would have been great except I got rained on. It's a good thing I had a plethora of bottles of Andre at my fingertips.

Which led me to take this artsy black and white selfie.
Complete with a reflection of my long giraffe arms. You're welcome.

And here we are, on the beach, fully clothed... sitting in the rain.
Why not?

I also dabbled in the kitchen over the weekend. I tried to stay healthy... I think it worked.
Minus the Andre and beer and whatever the hell else I drank that managed to haunt me for the majority of the day yesterday.

2 egg whites, 1 yolk, chopped up turkey, tomatoes, green peppers, fresh chopped garlic, salt, pepper, and a shit ton of Sriracha smeared all over the top.

I mean, I'd date me. That's all I'm saying.

Oh, something else pretty awesomepants happened. 
Well, it actually happened about 2 weeks ago but this weekend I actually got to enjoy it.
Becka, the fabulous owner of Kiki La Rue, named a damn dress after me! If that isn't the coolest thing you've ever heard, you haven't heard cool. Really, if your name is Whitney, feel free to just hop aboard this train and be excited about it with me. 

I present to you, the Whitney maxi! Aka the most flattering dress I own. 

There's a good chance I'll be wearing this dress an obnoxious amount of times this summer. It's so perfect. And I don't just think that because it's got a cool name. Which is does, if I haven't already mentioned that.

So, yeah, really that's all I've got for you today. So exciting, I know.
I'm out like trout, home slices.

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Sunday, April 28, 2013

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

A Saturday in a Track Suit

Happy Saturday, my friends! I hope you all made some awesomely horrible decisions and this posts finds you somewhere between hungover and day drunk.

Or maybe that's probably just me. I'm headed to the beach!

Today is the first ever Saturday in Yoga Pants. And no, I'm not talking about me and what I'm wearing right now. I'm talking about me snagging a little brilliant idea from my funny friend Taylor and I'm opening my blog up to one guest blogger per Saturday! You can find more info about this in my sponsor tab.

So, let's get the party started and everyone meet Ashley from Track Suit Friday

Hi Ashley!

What made you start blogging?
With some encouragement from a few friends I really trusted to be brutally honest, I bought the domain name almost 2 years ago.  But, in the last few months, I've really felt the need to inflict myself upon tens...of elevens of people.  So, I started using the domain name.  I'm still flopping around like a fish out of water trying to find the direction I want to take, but so far I've really had a lot of fun just e-meeting all these great girls (women) and writing about all the stupid shit I do.

Do you ever wear track suits to work? We could really be quite to duo.
I freakin' WISH I could wear track suits to work.  The name actually came from a job I used to have where these older ladies would make a total mockery out of "casual Friday" and come decked out in these velour track suits, head to toe in one color.  They were like an elastic waisted gang.  I didn't dare wear one, I think you had to get jumped in by the old lady crew, and to be honest, they were a little scary.   

You say you like crap television. What are some of your favorites and why? This is a judgement free zone, I expect pure crap!
 I will literally watch anything on MTV, Bravo or A&E without questioning it.  I will not miss Teen Mom, Shahs of Sunset, Housewives (of course), or lately, my husband and I started watching that celebrity diving show Splash.  It's a total shit show and we tune in every week like total losers.  My dedication to this crap is unwavering.  I work in academics so by the time I get home, all I want to do is hit the "off" switch and fill my brain with stupid.  Thankfully, TV has presented me with nearly endless options to this. 

I feel you, girrrrl.

When I say "favorite" what's the very first thing that comes to mind?  
Matt.  He's my most favorite person.  Which is good, because I married him. But anyone who does my laundry and makes me dinner easily becomes my favorite person, so he should watch his step since his "favorited" position isn't exactly secure.  I kid!!  But on the real, he's unbelievably great and has reminded me (and some of my single girlfriends) that good guys aren't unicorns.  

You have a recipe for the best black bean soup ever on your blog (that I'm so tempted to try out). If you could eat one thing, in mass proportions without gaining weight, for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Try the soup.  It will take all of 10 minutes, and you won't be sorry.  But, if my inner beast could eat one thing in large quantities, without gaining weight, it would be, without hesitation, french fries.  They are my food kryptonite.  If you order them, even if I did too (because lets face it, I always order them), I will eat yours too.  Chili fries, gravy fries, plain fries, don't care.  Just don't give me sweet potato fries, because they stir up all kinds of irrational anger.  

Side note from Whitney: I totally get this irrational anger. Sweet potatoes are simply a disgrace to the potato name.

What would you do if you got one of those husband-free weekends you mentioned in this post? 
My "single girl" weekends almost always consist of laying in bed watching the above mentioned shows well in to the afternoon, where I then pull on some hideous clothes (namely a pair of black yoga pants that have worn thin in the butt), a long t shirt to cover said ass, and whatever shoes happen to be laying on the floor.  Then I'll go out and shop (I honestly love to shop alone or with my Mom), hit up trader Joe's or Fresh & Easy, then when I get home, I'll relocate from my bed to the couch where I'll split my time between the DVR and the kitchen, where I like to cook a really good dinner for myself.  I start to feel disgusting if this pattern continues for more than 24 hours.  In which case, I call a girlfriend and get whiny until they decide to go with me to get our nails done or something.  But, by Monday, I'll be ready for Matt to come home and resume our crazy ass schedule once again.

Everyone be sure to stop by and say hello to Ashley at her blog!!
Have a great rest of the weekend and let's all pray I don't burn at the beach!

Friday, April 26, 2013

I'm officially one of THOSE people.

Well my friends, it's happened. I'm officially one of those people.

What kind of people, you ask? The kind whose shopping cart at Publix resembles rabbit food.

Exhibit A:

Yep, you're looking at the correct blog. It's me, Yoga Pants Whitney and I've actually been wearing my yoga pants for real physical activity as opposed to eating my body weight in Bagel Bites on my sofa every night.

Insert deep sigh here and don't worry, I'm not going to start juicing kale anytime soon. It's still me, I promise.

I wish I could tell you all of this was entirely for how my ass looks in a bikini but it's actually a little deeper, if you can believe that. If you're new around here you may not be aware, but I suffer from severe anxiety which I do not medicate outside of a few glasses of wine. Well, it seems now I have yet another way of medicating my anxiety and it's in the gym.

Yes, you actually read the word gym on my blog and I'm not mocking it. Who am I?

Well, I'm the person now who goes to the gym, sweats Chardonnay, and wakes up sore the next morning. This morning, at 6am (again, who the fackkk am I?), made for my 5th consecutive day at the gym and I've honestly never felt more relaxed and at ease with my anxiety in my life.

Obviously I should have listened to Elle Woods all of those years ago when she insisted that endorphins make people happy but that's just how I am... Sometimes it takes me a little too long to listen to what's good for me. Either way, I'm totally smelling what she's stepping in now and I'm pretty excited about it.

Don't worry, I'm still drinking my wine out of the box and you better bet your ass I'll be having my oven baked Bagel Bites on occasion but, for now, I'm enjoying the free peace of mind I've got going on.

Even if it does make me sore which casuses me to waddle like I've got something stuck right up my azz.

Speaking of azz, let's get this show on the road!

#backthatazzup Friday!

The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: "Back That Azz Up" on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up and have a jam sesh with all of us!

My jam this week is one that just gets me going. Whether it's a dance party or on the dreaded treadmill, it pumps me the hell up. Enjoy!

Happy Friday!
Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let's get this weekend started off on the right foot!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

It's the day after my blog's first birthday.

You know how I know I'm a really horrible blogger?
Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of this blog and I totally missed it. I did zero to acknowledge such a thing. No big reality show announcements, no giveaway, not even a celebratory drink.

How shameful.

Yes, I'm reusing this photo again. There's the proof right there that I really did forget about this occasion.

I'm sorry I missed our anniversary, blog. I hope you'll take this post as a sincere apology and wont hold this against me for the next year. What can I say? I'm just not good with remembering dates unless it's my birthday.

Can we keep this a secret from whoever receives that letter I wrote yesterday?

Either way, hey, it's kind of cool. I've stuck with this thing for a whole year. Who knew I was capable of doing such a thing? I didn't know I was, that's for damn sure. I guess time just, kind of, flies when you're hammered bullshitting your way through this thing. Anywhoodlums, happy 1st birthday, you fine thing, you. I'm happy to be here. Let's party!

Please turn on Can't Hold Us by Macklemore and watch this GIF. You're welcome.

Really though, looking back over the year is kind of fun. I'm so thankful for this little interwebz space of mine where I get to tell my ridiculous stories and I'm even more grateful to have so many of you reading along with me and interacting with me. I've made some pretty bad ass friends here, you know?

I wish I felt I had the knowledge to sit here today and type out a post about how this blogging thing works but, quite honestly, I'm still learning. Every day I feel like I learn something new about blogging and what works, what doesn't work, and so on. It's funny, I get emails and comments all of the time asking me how I'm doing it, how I've done it... how I've gotten to where I am in this thing, wherever that may be, and honestly I never know how to respond because I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm just writing.

I like to think Ernie and I would have been good friends.

And really, I love doing it. Isn't that what they say? Do what you love and it'll never be work. Well, if I'm being completely honest here, which I usually am a little bit too much of, some days it does feel like work. Some days I don't feel like blogging at all. Some weeks I don't feel like writing. Those are the times you just have to dig a little deeper and, normally, those are also the posts that end up getting more views. Weird, but true. At least for me.

I guess if I had to give my one and only piece of blogging advice here, which just makes me cringe that I'm even doing such a thing because seriously, for the record, I do not feel I have merit to do such a thing, I'd just have to say stay true to your voice.

Oh, and always remember... you can't please everyone. There's always going to be someone who doesn't like what you have to say and that's just fine! Be your own cup of tea, I say.

Anyways, that's all I've got today. Thank you so much to all of you who have stuck this thing out with me for a whole year, and to those of you who are new, semi-new, or are going to pop in a year from now. The fun is just getting started!

Happy belated 1st birthday, Yoga Pants Blog of mine!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Love Always, Your Future Partner in Crime

I'm not really sure I'll ever actually get married after my whole engagement debacle at the ripe age of 23, but who knows? I'm young and I like to think I've got a lot of life left in me to live. Well, all of me minus my liver. I'm not so sure that guy is planning to stick around but I'm sure crazier things have happened. Stay tuned on that one.

Even if marriage doesn't happen for this girl, I know I'll at least have some type of man friend. If not for anything other than opening a fresh jar of pickles for me and taking the garbage out. And maybe the occasional date to the fancy parties I'm bound to be invited to in my later life. Or something.

Anyways, today I'm writing a letter to my future man friend/husband. Read at your own risk.

Dear Future Man Friend slash Husband slash Pickle Jar Opener,

I will never refer to you as "hubby", "hubs", or other rendition of the word "husband". I just wont, it isn't my style. Instead you can expect to be called things like "boofren", "homeslice", "pooks", "assface" and many others that really have no relevancy to your actual name, whatever it may be. Feel free to pass on your own ridiculous nicknames to me, I'm a big fan of them. You'll learn that quickly, though.

If your name is Nick just go ahead and change it now. I've dated 3 and, well, let's just say that even the third time was not a charm. I hope your middle name will suffice because that's all you'll be getting out of me. If your name is not Nick, go ahead and disregard this portion of the letter.

Moving on, sometimes I'm really bad about things like hanging up my towel after I shower, or bringing my wine glass to the sink before I go to bed. I can apologize a trillion times for this but there's a good chance it'll never change. There's also a good chance there will always be an empty wine glass or two on my nightstand. Also something you'll learn quickly... and maybe even partake in. I'd be very okay with that.

On Sunday's I really like going out to brunch and drinking my weight in cheap champagne mixed with some type of fruit juice. Sometimes I prefer to only do this with my girlfriends. If this is an issue, well, we just aren't going to work. Just remember, I'll always come home to you. And it's likely I'll be nice and tipsy, which wouldn't be such a bad thing for you. If you catch my drift...

I come up with a lot of new business venture ideas on the regular and I know they all might not be the million dollar ideas that I present them as but I just need you to be supportive. Like when you try to convince me that watching NFL isn't so bad, I'll support it but you need to know that college football is simply the best. And by college football being simply the best, I mean Florida State football is simply the greatest of all time.

Sometimes I'm loud. Very loud. I laugh loud, I talk loud, I dance loud (if that's such a thing) and I will probably embarrass you regularly. It's not on purpose, it's just the nature of the beast beauty. You'll have to understand this and try not to tell me to be quiet because all that will do is piss me off and make me get louder, and not in a good way. I like to think you'll learn to embrace this part of me, or hopefully you can just be my loud counter part. That'd be okay with me, too.

Lastly, I just want you to know that my heart is bigger than my brain and when I fall, I fall hard. I'll always put you first, even when I shouldn't, and I'll always be your partner in crime. I'll always have your back and I'll never go a day without telling you how much I love you, as long as you praise me and tell me how great I look.

Can't wait to meet you! And if we already know each other, well, I can't wait to have my mind blown. *poof*

Love Always,
Your Future Partner in Crime

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Dude Answers to Chick Questions: NYC Edition

Today it's time for another edition of Dude Answers to Chick Questions except this edition is awesomer (It's a word to me, dammit.) because it's the New York edition. That's right, I did some work while I was there, contrary to what you may have seen in yesterday's post. I conducted an interview over an 18 pack of Miller Lites.


Why do you use decorative towels to dry your hands?
- *insert very long pause here* ... "I don't."
   " because I don't dry my hands." 

With a start like that, I'm already feeling confident about this interview.

How successful is the "can I buy you a drink" line?
- "I have other lines that I use... they work better. You have to be creative."

He said something about a goldfish during this one but me being the skilled interviewer that I am, I don't understand what I wrote. Or maybe that was the beers. Either way, I prefer the free drink and that's that.

If you were a girl for a day what would you do?
- "I'd drink for free. Mess with guys... I like it when girls do that, so I'd do it."

Says the guy who wants to talk about goldfish instead of offering the drinks. I'm still convinced guys would sit in the mirror and stare at their boobs all day... That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

Can you tell when a chick sucks at walking in heels?
- "These are very random questions..."
  "Um... I can tell when she falls... she looks like an idiot."
Does it make you laugh?
- "It makes me cringe." 
Would you buy her a drink?
- "I'd buy her a drink over the girl who can walk in heels because it's funnier. Really, if she's hot I couldn't care less if she can walk in heels or not."

How romantic.
It's all fun and games until she takes you down with her. I've seen it happen, not personal experience.

Do you dance in the mirror?
- *awkward silence*

This question was previously answered when I got to witness crime as it was happening. We all do it, it's ok.

If you opened a chick's fridge and she had a box of wine in there, what would you think?
- "This girl's a drinker. Let's grab this box and drink it together!"
What about if you opened her freezer and there was an 18-pack of Bagel Bites?
- "My girl, right there."
So after discovering both of these things you wouldn't think she's the most awesome chick in all of the land?
- "If she's hot..."

I didn't even have to pay for those answers.

*Now is the point in my notes where I just have weird comments written down... enjoy*

"These questions are stupid."

"Why does it smell like cleaning supplies?"
"Because they're cleaning."

"The interviewers are verbally abusive. Write that down."

Are beer goggles a real thing?
- "Yes because it lowers my caringness. (good word) It just makes me not give a f-word. Just like when I pee the bed... wait, don't write that down."

Caringness is my new favorite word.

Do blondes really have more fun?
- "I feel like I'm being interrogated."
   "I prefer brunettes (*cough*Erin*cough)... I just happen to date more [brunettes]."

Rude dot com slash org.

And that's a wrap for the New York edition of Dude Answers to Chick Questions.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Hole and a heartbeat.

Welp blog, today I am just plain sad.
I'm sobby, I'm weapy, my eyes are just a little bit puffier than my normal Sunday Funday hangover eyes. My heart feels a little like it got beat with a bat and I'm pretty sure this is the equivalent to what I felt that time my high school sweetheart broke up with me and I didn't eat for 2 months.

In short, I had the greatest time of my life in NYC and the fact that I'm sitting in Florida right now sucks.

Where do I even start to recap this trip?

I guess I could start by saying that if this blog does nothing else for me in my life, it brought me to Erin and, well, that's just priceless. She's nothing short of amazing and even better in person. We're soulmates and really just the perfect amounts of similar and different all at the same time. I'm just so happy to have her in my world and I can only hope we will reside in the same city by the end of this year.

And now that I've said all of that mushy shit I will flood (Literal flood, this is going to be a very long post. You've been warned.) your eyeballs with some photos.
I should also add that there's really not that many... mostly because we forgot to stop and take photos a lot of the time. I think that's what happens when you have a really, really (reallyreally) great time.

In true fashion, I started the party on the airplane.
The flight attendant told me she wished she could join me and then she didn't charge me for the vodka. I knew then it was going to be a great trip.

When I got to Erin's block I had to pick up her keys from a man who sells scarfs (Scarf Man) because she was still at work. I felt like I was picking up drugs or something, it was really fun.

Walking into her apartment without her probably should have been really, really awkward and uncomfortable. But it wasn't. Not even a little bit. Maybe because I walked in to a bottle of wine and the best note ever. Really though, she's the greatest.

After I got myself all fresh (and so clean, clean) I popped that bottle of vino open and waited impatiently for her to get off work to come play with me. It was seriously exhilarating. I mean, it's one thing to meet a stranger out for a drink in public... it's quite another to be drinking wine in their house when they aren't there. 

Needless to say, when she walked in I attacked her and then we became insta-best friends forever. Seriously though. There wasn't an awkward moment the entire 4 days I was there.

Once we exchanged presents and laughs and took pictures in tiaras and shots of Fireball (which, for the record, Erin enjoyed.), we got ready to go to the Yankees game!

Erin even decked me out in Yanks gear, which I really loved.

After the game we went out and frolicked all over Manhattan.

Friday morning we woke up without hangovers and it was astonishing, really. This ended up being a much appreciated trend for the duration of my stay. I think it just means we're perfect for each other and need each other in our lives always. Yes, that's exactly what it means.

Also, Erin's the best because she just brings the whole damn pitcher of water to bed. 

PS. You see her adorable decor back there? Yeah, her entire apartment looks like Martha Stewart designed it. I was just kind of (a lot) obsessed. I'm just going to live on her couch, I think. 

We headed to Little Italy/Chinatown Friday afternoon for lunch in Little Italy and cheap $5 sunglasses in Chinatown. 

Also, let the record show that the two of us were called sisters at least once a day. I don't hate it.

All I wanted was pasta and sangria... it turned out that the restaurant we chose didn't have sangria. We stayed anyways and within about 10 minutes of us sitting there, our server walked across the street and walked back with a full pitcher of sangria in hand.
Just for us. It was just spectacular. 

Once lunch was over we headed to Wall Street for some happy hour action with the suits of NYC. 
I can't report too much on the rest of this evening because it's not blog appropriate in the slightest but I will say that if you are single and living in the city of Manhattan, go sit in front of the Trump Tower on Wall Street. Just take my word for it.

Saturday we had plans to go to a hockey game in dirrrrrty Jersey which meant we had to hop a train over there. Being the classy broads that Erin and I are, we got ourselves some Taco Bell and some Miller Lites and waited on the floor of Penn Station for our train. 

Also note we wore our awesome shirts this day, made by Erin. Because she is brilliant.
And she also knows the way to my heart.

One of Erin's friends hooked us up with some pretty baller club level seats with unlimited food. It was just spectacular. 

Shout out to you, friend, for the tix... even if you are currently on my shit list. You know why.

This next picture warms my heart for 2 reasons.
1. Obviously the shirts.
2. You can clearly see both of our curvy spines in it. True love.

The rest of this night was not blog appropriate either.
Moving on..

Yesterday we took a stroll around Central Park and I found my new Princess Palace.

I guess I should also add that my flight yesterday was supposed to leave at 9:30am.
And I did not leave until 7:30pm.

And then we went to brunch which consisted of free lemon drop shots, unlimited mimosas, eggs, and some other stuff. 

Believe it or not, yesterday was the first and only time Erin and I talked blogging the entire trip.

The rest of yesterday was dedicated to day drinking and spending as much of my last few hours there together as possible. It was amazing and fun and sad.

Actually, just thinking about wrapping this post up is making me sad all over again.

When Erin put me in the cab to go to the airport we hugged, and hugged, and hugged a lot more. And then started the sob fest of 2013 by yours truly. I was a mess the entire way to the airport, the entire flight, the entire car ride back to my apartment... and maybe once or twice this morning. Maybe.

Erin, thank you for the greatest 4 day NYC trip ever and thank you even more for having me. You are the orange juice to my mimosa. The drunk apples to my sangria. The Miller Lite to my paper bag. The Drunk 1 and 1/2 to my Drunk 1. I'll see you soon. And hopefully we'll be neighbors soon after that. I love you sooo much and I'm so lucky to call you one of my best friends!

And that's that. 
I'm off to go be sad some more. And maybe start trying to find someone in NYC who needs a dog walker or something. 
Over and out.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Jump up, jump up, and get down.

Oh wait, you didn't think just because I'm in New York I wasn't going to post my most favoritest link up in all of the land, did you? After all, I'm thoroughly hoping to find some awesome jams for Erin and I to jam out to today... and tonight... and tomorrow... and, well, you get it.

So, today I thought I'd let the blogging queen of music do all of the talking. Here she is. Take it away, Heleneyney.


Oh hello there. 
You know what time it is? 
It's #BackthatAzzUp time! Everyone's favorite day of the week. 
Today Whitty is off frolicking with the unicorns and painting the town glitter in New York, so you're stuck with me, Helene
But don't work you're in good hands. 
You see I have a little obsession with music, especially of the hip hop variety. And I will hip hop dance at the drop of a hat. And get half a drink in me and I am rapping to Nicki Minaj's "Super Bass."

But I digress, we are here to talk about backing it up, not today's hits. 
So I thought I would break down a few of my faves that get me to drop it low. 

One of my very first obsessions and first dances I choreographed (when I say choreographed this means in the mirror of my bedroom when I was in 6th grade) was Usher's "My Way." This song just screams sexy.

If that doesn't wet your whistle then how about this. 
House of Pain "Jump Around" will always be a jam.

And the group that started it all, Juvenile with "Mamma Got Ass" aka "She Get it From Her Mamma." You can't not dance to this song.

Thanks for having me Whit! And stop by my blog, Helene in Between to see what jam I am shaking it to.


#backthatazzup Friday!

The purpose: To start our weekend with some fantastic jams.
The station that inspired it: "Back That Azz Up" on Pandora Radio.
The rules: Link your jams up and have a jam sesh with all of us!

So, at the end of your Friday posts simply add a YouTube video or a Grooveshark play button of your song choice for the day and then link up with me so we can all get our weekend started off right with only the greatest jams of our time.

Happy Friday!

Grab a button, pick your jam, link up and let's get this weekend started off on the right foot!

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