For a Tuesday morning, my day started very early.  I was up around 10AM and started getting ready to see Kevin Costner around 11.  Yes, I’m being serious.  I curled my hair WITH a curling iron & I thought it looked cute despite it taking over an hour to curl my hair.  Why on Earth did I do that, my hair is naturally curly as it is.

I was at Wal-Mart by 2PM in Moore to hopefully get a glimpse of Kevin Costner or even better, get my CD signed. {Yes, I bought his amazing CD} I stood in line for about 2 hours until I finally got to see him.   I chatted with some people behind me and in front of me, although Roomie wanted no part of my new music obsession…or maybe it was the fact dear ole’ Kevin ranks right up there with Randy Travis.

When I finally came closer to seeing him, my hands started sweating, my heart started really beating & I got nervous.   I thought, man it’s great that I don’t have a heart monitor on, the doc would think something was seriously wrong.  haha.  I laid my CD’s out on the table like I was asked and chatted with a few of the band members while walking down the line of members til’ I got to Kevin.

I, in no way was wearing a “boob” shirt while at Wal-Mart, but the following happened.   One of the band members asked if my scar was from open-heart surgery, I said yes.  He then yells down to Kevin Costner “Hey Kevin, this one’s had heart surgery, better not give her a heart attack.”   Kevin just stared, guess he thought the guy was kidding!   As I made my way to the new heart throb, Kevin LOOKED AT MY CHEST and then back up at me.  {Hooray, he looked at my boobs!}   He states “You had heart surgery, really?”  I replied with a simple yes and that it occured 22 years ago {I know, I can’t believe it’s been that long either!}.   To which he replied “You must have been a baby!”  Which lead to, “No, I was actually 3.”  There’s a difference between being a baby and a 3 year old…right?  I asked if I could have a photo op with him & he obliged =) I have now found out, that he wasn’t posing with any fans for photos, so I got lucky.  The conversation ended and I told him I’d see him that night.   The Wal-Mart employee pulled me aside and said I was the first one that actually made him talk and held a conversation with him.  Awwwww.   He didn’t really sound like I thought, he was very mellow and spoke really softly, not like the other bandmates.

I waited in line over 2+hrs, was one of 250 people who got their things signed & had a photo op with Kevin.   To me, the wait was worth it and yes, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if I had to.

Needless to say I’m on cloud 9.  Both my phone & computer background have “the” photo of the two of us.

This is where my palms started sweating.  My heart started racing.  My face was flushed red.  I was nervous and excited to meet “the” Kevin Costner.  You know, the man I’ve had a slight crush on since I first saw Field of Dreams.  Yes, that movie was during my time.  I’m starting to think I have a “thing” for old guys, you know guys like Randy Travis, Kevin Costner and Harrison Ford.  Mmmmmm….day dreaming moment.

Bobby Yang & Teddy Morgan :: The amazing fiddle/violin player, Bobby Yang.  His fiddle skills are ahhhhhmazing!  I can say fiddle, right?  I am a true Okie and we just don’t use words like violin.  That sounds just waaaay too official and sophisticated.  Too bad I didn’t stick with the fiddle, I could be going places and doing things.  But, I’m a dropout.  I chose a different path in my Oklahoma life.

Blair Forward & John Coinman :: I have these two guys to thank for the comment made about giving me a heart attack and the ambulance.  They sure look like a couple of crazy jokesters to me!  At least they accomplished making me turn red and flushing my face.  No, I didn’t get embarrassed.  I just didn’t know how to react, would you?

Park Chisolm :: We were already discussing my surgery.  Each band mate had something to say, some remark to make.  Whether that be about my heart rate or the guy attractant (my scar) they all had their comments.  They didn’t bother me, mostly I either agreed or fired back something else about being dynamite or whatever else I came up with, which probably isn’t blog worthy.  Sorry, Mom!  Just before I made my way to him.  He was already chuckling over what the guys were saying about me.  Funny how I can make the entire table laugh at me or should I say my man attracting scar,  which according to the band the guy can say he’s starring at my scar instead of my boobs.  Wow.  The things these guys think of.  Crazy!

Signing MY very own copy of his CD.  He touched my copy, touched, touched, touched.  Wow.  What this guy does to my heart rate is insane.  Good thing no one knows about this, well other than you all, of course.  I promise if he ever comes across my blog, I’m not a stalker.  I’m just a college girl, with a simple crush…a crush I’ve had for 20 years or more.  Yes, ya’ll I’m old enough to have a 20 year old crush.  Which now that I think about it, that makes me sound ancient.

Squeal.  Giddyness.  Butterflies.  Roll all those into one big burrito and those were my feelings…emotions…along with a huge cheesy smile.  I couldn’t stop smiling.  Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t.  I tried, but as soon as dear ole’ Kevin would look at me I’d break out in my huge smile again.  Trying to lose the smile didn’t work, sure I would’ve mortified Roomie.  Maybe I should be glad she didn’t go.  Famous smile.  Makes my heart beat fast and hard.  Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter.  Man this old man obsession is crazy.  The man is almost 30 years older than I am.  Please don’t crunch the numbers.  I’ll just dream I’m a bit older and wiser. I’m sure he thought I was nothing but a teeny bopper.  I sure was giddy enough to be a young, crazy kid.

Giddy.  If you could’ve seen the huge smile on my face I’m sure you would all be laughing.  I was in complete awe.  During the time I was conversing with him, I couldn’t ask if he’d snap a photo with me.  I can’t help it, I was so intrigued by him.  I just couldn’t stop smiling, or listening, or talking to him.  Sad isn’t it?  I’m sure he thought I was a goob, but that’s okay.  I can be a bit spastic over celebs that I have crushes on….just like good ole’ Randy Travis.

{For those who are wondering about the concert, Wormy Dog messed them up. They told me they gave them away to someone else. Which has now turned into “we looked at the wrong list, you never checked in & we’ll refund you.” Ohhh, I was m-a-d. I’m really HOPING he will stop through OK again – Tulsa maybe & I will get to see him then. For now, I’m keeping my eyes peeled on his tour dates.}

I will post the stories of the events line waiting, heart attacking having, lingerie seeing day of fun I have had later!

For now, drop your jaws, because I met & chatted with a Super HOT guy. Be jealous. Be very very jealous.

He looks AMAZING at 54, doesn’t he.  He does to me.  He’s an amazing guy, which just makes my crush on him even worse than it already was.  Scary.