So...I have been lucky in my stalker/fangirl life.
I got to see Dale Murphy in person at a ballgame in Birmingham. I just wanted to see him throw out the first pitch. He was signing autographs, but I was too wussy to meet him. As I said in this blog, I would be Forrest Gump meeting the president when he said "I gotta pee".
Scott knew I couldn't do it, so he got in line, met him, told him his wife was his biggest fan, and got an autographed ball.
That same month Little Texas was in Southside, AL. It was the second time I got to see them live, and they were signing autographs after the show. Again, I wasn't going to Gump this up and say something stupid, because that is what I do.
A couple of years ago, via Twitter, we chatted back and forth and they know how much I love them, they sang Happy Birthday to me, and then I died from excitement.
Once I was reading a new Brad Meltzer book, and I tweeted that I was reading it and an old character showed up and I was excited. He saw it, and PRIVATE MESSAGED me, "Thanks for the Nico love".
And then I died.
When I was obsessed with Man v Food, Adam Richman ate a bacon wrapped hot dog and I tweeted something along the lines of "I love this guy!". He responded with "why thank you very much!"
And then I died.
I didn't even know he had a Twitter!!!!
I have had a couple of NASCAR drivers tweet me, and even the great former Brave Mark Wohlers tweeted me.
One of my favorite tv moms, Patricia Heaton said I had a "hilarious tweet name".
All these were awesome because I never intentionally tried to get in touch with these people, they just happened to read what I typed.
Now Brad Keselowski, I tweet that guy every week, but nothing.
Anyway, I do have a point.
If you are around me for more than 5 minutes, I am probably talking about my favorite books of all time.
7 Ancient Wonders
The 6 Sacred Stones
The 5 Greatest Warriors
Matthew Reilly has many great books, but the Jack West series is my favorite.
Back in 2010, the last Jack West book came out, I bought it, read it, cried, and said my mental goodbyes.
At the beginning of this year, he announced that there was going to be another book. I am not going to lie, tears came to my eyes.
I have been stalking his website for updates, and last night he posted this:
There were almost 1,000 comments, and then more replies on top of that. It was good to know that there are other people that love this trilogy as much as I do. I never comment on things like this. I know the author will never see it, but I do always like it to boost the post.
Well last night I was feeling overwhelmed by so many things, and I wanted other fans to at least know I exist, so I posted in the comments.
One hour later......I died.
He responded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He knows that I exist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He not only read it but responded!!!!!!!! I was freaking out and having shortness of breath!!!! OMG I HAVE TO TELL REBECCA!!!!
And then it hit me......
What did I say???
IT WAS ABOUT PEE!!!!!!!!!
OF COURSE IT WAS ABOUT PEE!!!!!!!!
Just like I always feared!!
Not "thank you so much for these books, they have been a huge part of my life, and since I read the first one I have always just started them over again, and I am currently in Stones for the 5th time, and you are so brilliant, and thank you thank you for writing another one, and fangirlfangirl".....
No. I spoke about pee.
I Gumped up my one shot of ever reaching this guy.
I'll show myself out.
Brad Keselowski...knows that I exist. While it was nothing grand, and I wasn't even typing to him directly, he responded.
I had a question about merchandise....
While he isn't on my original YAY list, Tim Rushlow, the original singer for Little Texas has his own band now. He posted and warm and fuzzy video about our troops, and you know I get all mushy about that stuff. I posted that I loved it.
He responded. I squealed.
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