Paris Cowgirl

About the blog name...

Wow, Mike P made me this wonderful blog site! It's the best. Perfectly me! Do you think Paris Cowgirl is a weird name? We picked it because I was having a hard time deciding what "fit me perfectly". This next story will explain the name.

It's 1995 and I'm a single mom of 2 girls. Very single, and not looking. A co-worker decided to set me up on a blind date with her boyfriends good friend. I was totally intimidated because this guy was a bigshot for the company he worked for and I had never dated or married (for that matter) a bigshot. Heck, I couldn't even find someone that liked to keep a job. And, I really saw myself with a cowboy not a corporate man. I was all cowgirl back then. Well, I didn't have a horse but I did at one time. In fact I had six at one time. But, divorce does that. Horses are a luxury and an expensive one at that. But I did love to go dancing at a place called The Cactus Corral. Lots of cowboys to dance with there! And if I drank, my drink of choice was Coors Light. So, there you have it. I was Wranglers, Rodeos, Country Music, Boots, and Coors Light!

The blind date was in Palm Springs, CA and we stopped off for a drink before strolling downtown. After all, it was June and pretty hot. I order Coors Light and the date orders Bud Light. He also wears dockers and dress shirts by day and Levi's by night. Boy, was I putting on the brakes about that time. Oh, and he doesn't dance. At. All. But, he was nice, had a great job, and handsome. So, we strolled and talked. Found a little bit out about each other. He had three boys, lived in Apple Valley. I lived in Joshua Tree, so it was an hour drive. He was working in Palm Springs remodeling a hotel so he stayed there alot rather than commute. That made it nice because over the next few weeks he took me to lunch alot. We got to know each other better and I actually liked him. Then, one day when he was taking me back to work after lunch he asked me if I would go to Paris with him! After I picked my chin up off the floor, I said Lake Perris? Nope. Paris, Texas? Nope. Paris France. I'll leave you with that for today. But that kind of explains the blog title.

Oh, and one more thing. The country version of American Idol is on tonight. Can't miss Nashville Star. 8:00 P.M. I'll be blogging about that too!