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*GASP!!* It's a two-pager!!! I know, but 'MY' hunky is just too dang yummy to fit all of his goodness onto ONE measly little 12x12 page. *grins* Yes, I'm 31 years old and I have a crush! LOL!
This is 'my' hunky. The title is the words to an 80's song and reads 'U R an Obsession, You're my obsession'

You know when you've worked on a layout for so long, that you just get sick and tired of looking at it and want it FINISHED?? Yeah, SO NOT the case here!


And yes.. there IS a story here! A LONG ONE, but a good one!

On this layout, I've included bunches of pics of my hunky, a guitar pic of his, and on the hidden journaling card you can find concert photos and a concert ticket. Written into this layout are various titles to some of his songs. *sigh* I love him...

Anyway, here's the monster novel hidden behind the autographed pic:

I bought tickets to his shows whenever he was in town, yet never got to see him. Some emergency such as my sister going into labor (TWICE) always came up. After a while It became comical, "How will I miss my Hunky THIS time?" I would ask myself. Finally, it was to happen. After 4 or 5 missed shows, I was FINALLY going to see my hunky at Country Jam 2002. An outdoor 7-day campout/concert in Grand Junction, CO. A four hour drive, a tent, three girls out for the time of their lives. We filled the bed of my truck with water turning it into the ultimate 'Cowgirl Hot Tub'. We jammed out to the radio for hours waiting until 3:00 when we were to leave and go see my Hunky. All of a sudden, the radio shuts off... the truck battery had died! "OH NO!" We work furiously to find someone who can get into where we are to jump us. It took some time, but we got it done. The battery was working, and judging by the clock on the radio, we had PLENTY of time until the Hunky show started. We had a few beers.. watched the sun start to set.... WHEN IT HIT ME! The clock died when the battery died. A mad dash to a cell phone to find the time. It was well after 6:00 p.m. Hunky had already played, and gone. "OH NO! NOT AGAIN!" Fast forward to that night, when the police arrive at our campsite to tell us that Tracy's son was having a severe asthma attack and we had to leave immediately on a four hour drive to get her back to Denver. We packed up and TOOK OFF! We stopped just outside of town for gas and what should appear in the parking lot of the hotel across the street? You guessed it; Hunky's tour bus! SO CLOSE! OH WE WERE SO CLOSE! But no... Jake is more important, we HAVE to get Tracy to children's hospital right away. Off we go. "Good-bye my sweet Hunky, will we ever meet my love?"
It's December, 2002. I'm going home to Vegas for Christmas. My good friends Matt & Jen call. Guess what? They have THREE tickets to see Clay Walker! Could it be? Could it finally happen? I'm willing to find out! I decide to forego the KICK-BUTT knock em' down outfit I brought and instead dawn a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap that covers up my pony tail. (what are the chances I'll get to see him anyway?) We got their early (thank God we made it all with my luck!) We passed his tour bus on the way into the hotel. YES! I was there! He was there! Could this REALLY be REAL?! The show starts at 8:00 p.m. We are in our seats.. it's 8:30 p.m. "Where is my hunky?" I worry that he's fallen and broken some precious bone, and it's ALL MY FAULT! But no.. the lights dim and even from row "Q" I can see that fire hot cowboy in those skin tight jeans and tell tale black felt come strutting out from behind that stage. "Oh dear God, IT'S HIM!!" I fly from my seat, I dance on my chair! I start clicking my camera.. trying to get the BEST shots, while not wasting too much film just yet. I'm too far away, I MUST get closer! Matt & Jenn think I'm going to get kicked out... I don't care. I HAVE TO TRY! I move up, row by row. Every step I take, takes me one step closer to my Hunky... THAT'S MY HUNKY UP THERE! I can't believe it. I'm here. I'm staring at this gorgeous man, resting my arms on the stage, a dreamy look in my eye. "I have arrived my Hunky. I am here, with you" *sigh*. I've used up every bit of film in my camera.. this is my dream come true. But wait! Could it be? Are you looking at me? I look around to see women looking at me like I'm crazy to look away from you. I turn back to see you smiling at me, holding your hand out... WAKE UP KRISSY WAKE UP!!! I blink my eyes and look again, I see you motioning for me to come up there. My heart leaps from my chest. "Should I?" "Do I get up on that stage, dressed as I am, in front of THOUSANDS of people and chance making a complete fool of myself?" Do I tell you no and spend the rest of my life regretting that day? I bow my head and back away. I am too afraid. But wait?! I've had beer! I have an excuse to be crazy right!?! I jump up on that stage, I look into your eyes. OH MY GOD, They are so much more 'COME HITHER' in person. I feel weak in the knees. I look out at the audience. BIG MISTAKE! There are SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!! They are staring at ME!!!!!! I look back to you... the band starts playing, you start singing and dancing, you pull me close. I grab a handfull of that juicy butt. I'm sorry.. it's a once in a lifetime chance, I'm a 'butt' girl and I had beer! I have an excuse! It's a fabulous butt by the way! I cannot believe I'm on this stage, dancing with you... dirty dancing... you're singing 'BRICK-HOUSE'. Wait-a-minute! BRICKHOUSE? That's not country! AND I CAN'T DANCE! But I am dancing! And I may look like a monkey doing jumping jacks, but I'm looking you dead in the eyes, you're looking at me, my hand is on your butt and I had beer. "God I hope someone is getting pictures" I think to myself. Then it dawns.. I have the camera, and it's out of film! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! **Note** This is the day I stopped carrying film cameras!
The song is over, it's time for me to go... "I'll see you in Denver my Hunky." But of course, as has become our way; I was in the hospital giving birth to my son, the night you came to town. So begins our story again my love...

Also attached to the hidden journaling, is a 7 gypsies (EVIDENCE) card which holds some of the pertinent information in regards to what is on the journaling tag. I'm usually not SO long winded but my gosh... LOOK AT HIM? I can ALWAYS talk about my hunky!

If you've made it this far, God Bless you. If you KNOW my hunky... have him give me a call~ LOL!


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