Thanks to my Roommate-You know who you are.

Maybe it's because I'm moving to Texas. Maybe it's because I'm in that sappy in-love mood. Maybe it's because I'm sick of all of the other radio stations. Whatever the reason, I've had a thing for country music lately.

I think I might have just lost half of my readers with that statement.

I hated country music in high school...with a passion. Right Natalie? Uggg. My certain roommate *ahem* who will go unnamed (except to say that I might have already said her name) used to dance around our dorm room with her headphones on, singing country music at the top of her lungs. Disgusting. I couldn't help that she had come from Texas (we all know you weren't really a Californian. They don't sing country music like that). I was an innocent bystander to a catastrophic musical happening day in and day out. She did like to mix it up sometimes with a little Crash Test Dummies but I digress.

Then about a year after high school I went through a phase where I really found myself enjoying country music. This was also precipitated because of Natalie...I mean, my previous roommate. We were bumping the Tim McGraw, Faith Hill,.....who's the one where she sings about how the boy is no good for her, but she stays with him even when he robs the quik-e-mart?....well that singer too whoever that was. We got lost in between Atlanta and Chattanooga, two white girls in a completely black ghetto superstar neighborhood, bumping the country music. I'm glad to be alive still today.

That phase eventually passed, but then has resurfaced from time to time throughout the past seven years. What I'm trying to say here is that I dig country music. I mean, what is better than going to a rodeo and hearing all of those great songs as men dressed up in leather chaps strap themselves to dangerous life-threatening animals and drag them through mud and poop? I'm not sure. It does something for me.

I have gone through a famine of country music until recently when I've found myself switching to that station fairly frequently. Now it's to the point where I have downloaded some country songs. This is getting serious. Trigirl82 is stroking out at this point. Yes, I have a wide tolerance?? for music. You would be surprised what kind of lyrics are stored up in this brain. I can sing every single word to Any Man of Mine including all of the "kick stomp hup two three four here we go"s that are in it. I can' also recite a fair amount of Salt n'Pepa, "You so crazy, I think I wanna have your..." My likes are broad. My dislikes are few. Perhaps I will try and convert my readers to country music. I don't know how to do that. Maybe I should find my tape player, plug my headphones into it, and sing at the top of my lungs every morning at 7:00. That's how I was converted. We'll see if that works.

In the meantime, I'll start with a video. Seriously, who knew that midgets came of the cowboy variety?!

Oh and we all know I like the badonkadonk. You're welcome :)