By Katie McCombs
To be honest, our relationship started off a bit rocky. No, I didn’t fall in love with her when she won “American Idol” in ‘05 like the rest of you. We met through YouTube February of last year. We went on a couple of dates to the CMA Awards and the Grand Ole Opry. We started going steady after I religiously began watching her music videos and adding around 2,000 additional hits to her “Idol” audition video. Yes, I’m now proudly a “Care Bear” and can certainly call myself Carrie Underwood’s number one fan.
My subtle love for Carrie quickly developed into an intense obsession. The hours I spent watching Carrie’s performance to “Jesus, Take the Wheel” are countless and, might I add, took precedence over any homework I had. I found myself subconsciously maneuvering my way to YouTube and typing Carrie’s name in the search bar. I could fluently recite the judge’s comments from her rendition of “Alone.” “Not onlay will you win this show, but you will sell more recahrds than any otha previous ‘Idol’ winnah.” Touche, Simon. I am also a rigorous member of Carrie Facebook fan page and openly “like” and comment on her stati. I treasure her three albums and she even has her own playlist nuzzled in my iPod labeled: “carrie <3.”
Every TRUE fan should know Carrie is never seen without her lemon Sobe water and loves pizza, but make sure it’s vegetarian! Oh, and do you know she has a video tutorial about how to “wear the right makeup?” I do.
Some might call my stalker-ish actions an illness, but I consider them completely normal. Carrie’s your average “All-American Girl” who was raised on a farm, milking cows in Chectoah, Oklahoma. A huge milestone in my life was when I was privileged enough to actually drive through her hometown. To say I was excited was an understatement. I got out of the car and kissed the ground, prior to taking a picture of the city sign, which still remains the wallpaper on my phone. One thing led to the next, and before you know it, I was eating a veggie sub in Carrie’s honor in Checotah’s Subway and grilling the cashier about Carrie’s life.
Carrie will always have a place in my heart. Shockingly, I have yet to see her in concert, but I can’t say I wouldn’t travel 600 miles to go see her or pay hundreds of dollars for a VIP pass, because I would. Did I mention Carrie returned to “Idol” last year to sing with the runner-up? Yeah, I got pretty emotional. Watch your back, Lauren Alaina, you will never take Carrie’s throne.
Final Say: I’m a die hard Carrie Underwood fan, y’all.
