I should have been a cow-girl.

I never thought I should have learned to rope and ride, thank you Toby Keith, however tonight I decided to create a country Pandora station. My first choice was Dixie Chicks. This station started out fine, first song Dixie Chicks, yep, this is what I signed up for. Second song Taylor Swift -thumb down. Third song, Dixie Chicks, why yes, thank you Pandora, I think we established that I like Dixie Chicks. Fourth song, Taylor Swift - Pandora I HATE YOU. Did I not just thumb her down one song ago?!?! Pandora, I thought we had something special, but now it's like you don't even understand me, it's like you don't even listen. How quickly I can turn on technology - so passive aggressively I deleted this station. Attempt number two, Lee Ann Womack....redemption.

I have such a soft spot in my heart for country music - judge me, I don't care, and true to form I won't judge you back. There is something true, calming and incredibly peaceful about country music. In my soul I am Dolly Parton. I love country dancing - line dances, slow waltzes and honky tonks. I wonder if I could talk DaveCall in to going on a trip to Nashville? Of course we would wear matching wranglers on our trip (I do apologize if you just had to imagine my fat ass in wranglers, imagine it with pockets, it is far less painful than the brightly colored non-pocketed version).

The closest I have ever come to the Grand Ole Opry is my roommate whose fiance who was up and coming in the country music circuit. In our home the downstairs bathroom also doubled as the laundry room, room is extremely generous as it was more of a shower closet with a stackable washer/dryer. I never thought to lock the door as I thought I was home alone. My roommate, we will call her Smashley, was home. Smashley opened the door just as I was stepping in to the shower. We both screamed, my only concern was my chest as that was all I covered. Now if you remember Smashley's fiance was up and coming in the country music business. That night I came home and as I walked in I heard her fiance, we will call him Shyan Rupe, playing his mandolin. Shyan Rupe had written a delightful new song and he was debuting it just for me, it was entitled Randi the Naked Roommate - one day this gem (the song, not the second nasty image this blog has supplied you with) will be revered at the Grand Ole Opry.