Why I Love Country

Meno posted a shot of her tatoo today. Check out her site. (You can find her in the comments section as I'm too lazy to find it. One day I'll get a roll bar with everyone's fabulous links in it.)

Meanwhile, in response to her post about tatoos, my tatoo is pictured above.

It's on my bootie.

It's yellow and purple.

Laker colors.

Seriously.

Made for my first boyfriend and first husband (one in the same.) The person who came with me to get it was the one I was really crazy about, but alas, my right butt cheek is as far as it went.

Given I don't know basketball from underwater basket weaving, I'm thinking of getting this emotional tribute to hoops removed.

Note: Unlike Meno's photo in which she explains that the white around the tatoo is not her skin (simply the photoshop set to bring out the artwork), the white on my seat is, sadly, my super fair butt cheeks. Do ya'll think I was brilliant for offsetting my glaring snow skin with Crayola's most famous color, Caucasion Yellow? "I'll take brilliant honky for 500!"

Going along with the theme of the day, here's little Pipper at the museum yesterday, bossing the ink lady around. "I want that picture. With (you guessed it) PINK!"

If you are ever in L.A., the Zimmer Museum, on Miracle Mile, is a fantastic place to take the kids. I never knew it existed, and between the airplanes to ride and all the samples of stuff for them to "do in the community" (from ride a wheelchair, to shop for groceries, to play with water and draw murals) it kept them busy for hours. I am definitely going back. Here in the burbs, it's so easy to forget how much stuff L.A. has to offer.

http://www.zimmermuseum.org/

The subject of tatoos is in my favorite new country song, Ticks, by Brad Paisley. He's married to Kimberly Williams of Father of the Bride and According to Jim. He's funny as hell. (pictured above) Rex and I are going to one of his concerts as soon as he's back in L.A..

And so I present you with............. Ticks.

Everytime you take a sip
In this smoky atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips
And i wish i was your beer

And in the small there of your back
Your jeans are playing peek a boo
I'd like to see the other half
Of your butterfly tattoo

Hey that gives me an idea
Lets get out of this bar
And drive out into the country
And find a place to park

Cause id like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And id like to check you for ticks

I know the perfect little path
Out in these woods i used to hunt
Don't worry babe I've got your back
And I've also got your front

I'd hate to waste a night like this
I'll keep you safe you wait and see
Ththe only thing allowed to crawl all over you
When we get there is me

You know every guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But ive got way more class than them
And that a'int what I want

Cause id like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers

(and my favorite ending to a song ever...)

And I'd like to check you for ticks.

Anyone else out there want to share a tatoo story? Or simply direct us to Meno's site if you already shared there. I'm all for lazy. Speaking of, there's a package of Stove Top stuffing and frozen veggies with my name all over it. Ciao.