Taylor Hicks and my dead cat
I just received the most fantastic news…
Congratulations, Taylor Hicks HQ member:
We are excited to inform you that you have been selected to receive one (1) Meet & Greet pass for Taylor’s show on March 25th at the Majestic Lake Casino! Please make sure that you check-in at the venue will call booth by 4:30pm to receive your Taylor Hicks Headquarters laminate and further Meet & Greet instructions. We hope you have a great time and enjoy the show!
Thank you for supporting Taylor Hicks and have a great time at the show!
So, I’ve been thinking about how I will do at this Meet & Greet. My number one goal is to NEVER look like a FAN-GIRL. I am slightly concerned, however, that my resolve will waiver. When my resolve waivers and I get overemotional, I start crying. So I’ve been brainstorming ways to stay calm. I decided to think of the worst possible thing I can think of (within reason), which would be the time I had to scrape my favorite (now dead) kitty off of the road and carry his stiff body one block back to my house to bury him. So, there I’ll be standing next to Taylor Hicks for my big photo op thinking, “dead kitty, dead kitty, dead kitty”. Hope I manage to smile!
Update: Apparently I’ve got something wrong in my “dead kitty” analogy, as my dear cyber friends Scottius Maximus and Terrie have let me know. Let it suffice for me to say that my emotions are on a rollercoaster at this point in my life. If something good or kind or sweet happens, I tear up. Trying to remember an extremely sad moment in my life is a counter to that reaction. Conversely, if I were very, very sad, then OF COURSE thinking of my dead cat would make me cry more. Meeting Taylor Hicks would not be sad, it would be happy…good…overly good, THEREFORE the need to counter the emotion. (I’ve broken my own rule now! The rule that says if you have to go into great depth to explain what you just said because it was poorly understood by others, then you did a bad job of communicating in the first place.)
You lucky girl! Your wish is coming true — you get an updated photo op with Taylor. Plus, you have something exciting to take your mind off you-know-what.
If you feel the tears start, just look up. It stops them every time. Whenever I think of my late,lamented Tigerlily, I blubber. But to each her own!
Elliott’s CD will be released tomorrow with Target and Wal-Mart each having their own exclusive bonus tracks. Guess where I’ll be during my lunch hour tomorrow? If Sony/BMG had been shrewd or caring enough to do that for Taylor, his sales would have doubled. Sales, shmales. One of these days I’m going to blog about Taylor vs. Chris, aka the Tortoise and the Hairless Rocker.
AOL Music is hosting a listening party for Elliott’s CD, which you can hear in its entirety at no charge here: http://music.aol.com/songs/new_releases_full_cds.
Enjoy!
TK!
So…you’re saying that in order to prevent crying at a Taylor Hicks Meet and Greet, you’re going to think of a dead cat?!!! Thinking of this cat dying is a sure-fire way to prevent tears? Yes, dead cat thoughts are always a can’t miss remedy for the blues.
I would think it would go the opposite way…thinking of a Taylor Hicks Meet and Greet would be a sure way to prevent tears from thinking of a dead cat.
“So, there I’ll be standing next to Taylor Hicks for my big photo op thinking, “dead kitty, dead kitty, dead kitty”. Hope I manage to smile!”
‘Dead kitty’ is the thought you’re going to use in hopes you’re going to smile?
And I always thought ye a cat-lover.
Terrie,
I’ll look up and see my dead cat on the ceiling. How about that?
I just realized that by talking about trying not to cry when I meet him, I sounded very fan-girly. Oh well. Such is life.
I will buy a copy of Elliott’s CD, for sure. I like his new look.
It kind of bugs me to hear Daughtry on the radio all the time. I like his songs and I’m certainly glad for his success, but once again: EVERY SONG SOUNDS EXACTLY ALIKE. Hello!?! I heard a nice sounding song the other day and then was mortified when I realized it was Kat McPhee. My daughter accused me of being bitter.
OK, S.M. I was trying to work along the lines of the “dead puppies” routine. Haven’t you heard that one? I am very ADD and will forget my plans to think of dead kitties, I’m quite sure.
For the record, I am one of the biggest cat lovers I know. I only come in second to those widowed ladies on the 6pm news who end up housing 100 starving, sick cats. My husband keeps me from that fate; after two cats he proclaimed that any more would be at the expense of him. I chose him, thankfully. Of course, I need to contemplate how Kirby figures into this. My husband is totally puppy-whipped, as his sister announced to him this weekend.
You don’t sound fangirly to me. You sound hormonal. Hopefully, your diet and surgery will help alleviate the estrogen overload.
Since my cancer adventure, including a long layover in Menopauseland, I cry more easily than ever. I cannot bear to see or hear anything sad.
I co-hosted a bridal shower on Saturday and contributed two custom-made CDs of romantic music, some of which are songs reminiscent of my courtship and marriage to Luis. There, in a roomful of chattering and laughing women, I kept having to look up — but I didn’t see any dead kitties.
Thanks for all the BAD news I will have to face when I get to that age in about 25 years!!!! Hot flashes, bed temper, crying…hey I do that now!!! LOL How much worse does it get?
I am going to like totally skip the dead kittie comments.
All I know is I LOVE TAYLOR HICKS AND HIS MUSIC!!!