Despite what many people may think I am not a huge Elvis fanatic.
Wait....let me clarify this...I am an Elvis fan but not one of those types that has lots of his records, wears shirts with his imagine, has over a dozen coffee mugs referencing Elvis, been to Graceland more than once, has several Elvis collectable dolls, at least five purses/bags with Elvis on them, bought her son a shirt about Elvis so that he can match his Mother on Elvis's birthday and death day, has one of the best memories with my Mom & brother regarding Elvis & a stamp & an investigation, and no I don't eat peanut butter & banana sandwiches...without thinking about him.
Okay...I guess I am a huge Elvis fanatic. There. I admitted it. Everyone has at least one friend like this...and I am your friend like this.
I don't worship him. I don't like to call him the king. And I do think he was apart of the "fall" of society. But I still like him. When I see him I just smile. I think of happy times & memories.
This crazy addiction started at a young age thanks to my folks. I actually got to see Elvis in 1977 - two months before he died. I was five years old and remember everything about the concert. When he would pull the scarves off from around his neck I can remember wanting to have one to give my Momma.
So twice a year in this Hare household you can drop by and hear a cd player constantly belting out Elvis tunes, see an Elvis movie on the television, taste a peanut butter & banana sandwich, and hear a middle aged woman reminisce a funny story about Elvis.
Here is my favorite clip from my favorite Elvis movie...which I actually don't own! See...I am not that big of fan! (Be sure to mute the sound on my player below if you watch this clip!)