Monday, June 9, 2008

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!

6 comments:

jen byard said...

I can't wait to hear the rest of the story! I can't picture my neighbor in a dress shirt :)

Road Trip With Ruby said...

Now this is totally you! Mike is the man. I love the name Paris Cowgirl. You've got me all sucked in to your story and now I want to know the rest. I did the whole cowgirl thing way back when myself. I still miss my Ropers. Most comfy boots ever.

Anonymous said...

How cute is that story?!!!
I'm getting a little teary eyed right now (about the Nashville Star part, not "The Peddler" part)Your blog looks great, I'm jealous...I need to pimp my blog!

Joy said...

Tres belle blog, Kim! I am loving this story. How long are you going to keep us in suspense? Sadly, the only time I was a cowgirl was when I was six. Had a pair of pistols, a stick horse fast as polished steel(sorry Emmy Lou) and was the fastest shot on Val Vista Drive. The bad guys just weren't safe. Oh, are we gonna get photos to go with this story?

Kim said...

hey kim i'm loving your new blog! it looks wonderful! it sounds like it fits you to! i like the name even if i don't know the whole story yet! can't wait to read the rest! makes me want a makeover on my blog!

Sweet Sage said...

WOWZA!! LOVE your new look and hope ya'll will allow me to link-up with ya!