Got it!

Every female in my office has now seen my ass.

Even more embarrassing, a random woman on the street has now seen the front half of me from the waist down naked.

The explanation for the first: they all want to see my tattoo. So secluded corners keep being ducked into to show the tattoo. So everyone knows I have a perky, white, cellulited bubble butt.

The explanation for the second: thanks to the location of my tattoo, I can't wear underwear. Which means walking down the street when it's windy in a flowy skirt? Can lead to said skirt flying up.



My tattoo is very nice though. It came out great and looks great against my skin. Hee!

CMT afternoon entertainment

Time to spread some interesting love.

Cowboy Troy

Check it out. Boundary bending music in it's infancy always is raw and a little lacking in the necessary edge to make it great, but boundary bending also leads to new sounds and new ways of doing things. Big & Rich have been pairing up with Cowboy Troy to infuse country with a rap element. Cowboy Troy calls it "Hick Hop". I Play Chicken With The Train isn't over the top fantastic, but it's unusual and definitely a new route for country music.

Keith Urban

I pimp Keith Urban regularly, because he makes my ovaries scream. Making Memories of Us does that with much flair. There's something about stark black and white and Keith Urban ballads. Take Hugh Jackman at his scruffy Wolverinest (with the non-Wolvie hair cut), add in heartfelt lyrics, and...*drool*. Seriously, I end up in a puddle on the floor. It's amazing what this man does to my hormones.