Day 7: Your crush.
This is an easy one. And at 30, we don't them crushes. That's just silly. More like unhealthy obsessions, but for the sake of the blog "rules"...yada yada yada... we'll call it a crush..
Two words. Ga, rowl. Yeah. I have been a fan of Keith Urban since about 1999 or 2000 whenever he release "Where the blacktop ends" and "I wanna be your everything" were to my memory the first radio releases of Keith's. (And clearly he was singing about and to me, right?) I've seen him several times in concert and am always amazed.
And of course I turn down the countless offers to go back stage and have some alone time, because I don't want to hog all of his attention...... but I know when he pointed at ME and said "I love you". He meant it. My friend at that certain show might say that he pointed at the entire left side of the arena. But I know where his heart is....(lol)
Now, I could go on and post lots of hot pictures of Keith and make this a nice girlie post. But instead, I will now move to the home wrecker... err.... current wife, Nicole. I'd like to point out a few facts.
Possibly a bad mom. Where's the baby seat, Nikki?
She is really not aging well. Starting to look like Dolly Pardon just a tad. (oh. wait. That IS Dolly Pardon??)
I don't even know how to comment on this one. This is obviously why Keithie-poo has his eyes closed.
In life, there are EXTREMES. Step away from the botox Nicole. Step away. Your next award nobody will know if you are shocked, or just had a touch up. Just a suggestion.
Really? Camel toe. Nobody wants to be with *THAT* girl.
My message to Keith. You call me when this goes in the pooper.
Disclaimer: I take no credit for any of the photos posted in this post. And also, I'm not crazy psycho. Just thought I'd have a little fun with my obsession.. I mean... crush and daily challenge post today. Have a good one world.
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