Day Five: Meet my Stalker Day

11/5 "Meeting my Stalker" Shoes

I got to meet my stalker today. She hates being called that because, really, she is anything but. I love to call her that because I am an imp and I only mean it affectionately. It’s really great to have a stalker like Bethany Actually. She writes really sweet comments on nearly all my flickr pictures, sends me thoughtful and helpful emails and even sends me packages! She makes me feel like I’m Britney Spears with my own fan club.

bethany actually!

So anyway Bethany had some family to visit near the sticks so we set up a meeting. It’s always a little scary meeting someone in person for the first time after you’ve had long conversations until the wee hours of the morning on instant messenger. All sorts of insecure thoughts go through your head like, will she like me when she realizes that I talk like a mouse? Will she regret booking a motel to visit me for a whole day at the beach when she finds out I have a kid who likes to run around crazy in restaurants? What if we don’t have anything to talk about. (HA! Like that would ever happen.) Silly stuff like that…

I have some experience meeting internet friends and I can say that all my meetings have all gone very well. Really, they should when you think about it. Compared to how we usually make friends, by bumping into them or sitting behind them in class etc…, the internet is a pretty good filter. You meet and find people who have similar interests. One link leads to another and next thing you know you are involved in a robust community of goofballs just like yourself.

goofballs take 3

I love the internet. I hope I meet every single one of you someday. (Except maybe, you, Mr. Weirdo Foot Fettish Guy)

Day Four: Letter Day!

out in the sticks shoes

Today is a Letter Day! Hooray! But first, the shoe picture of course. We have to lead all November posts with a picture of shoes because I am a lemming and I join just about every club/group/pool that I am invited to. I just can’t help it. I’m making up for my paralyzing shyness during high school.

I would write more about that but I have to post this before midnight or else I will lose my nablopomo status and turn into a pumpkin! Onward with the letters! Tick Tick Tick…it’s almost midnight!

U is for Underwear!

U is for Underwear! Who would have guessed! I was going to do unicorn or umbrella but couldn’t make up my mind. So I asked the nearest three-year old (not Baby Bug, she was asleep) and guess what she said? Underwear!

V is for Volkswagen

So there you have it. Since U was so girly, I did Volkswagen for V. I know it’s a brand but how can you not love a Volkswagen? They are the cutest cars ever! (Not counting if you are a mechanic, of course. My brother, the mechanic, hates Volkswagens).

Also, I cheated. This is an old illustration I am re-using. Why? Because I can! Unlike everyone else, I own the rights to my illustrations and can re-use them until the end of time! Phew! Good thing. Cause I got nothing else.

Get your letters here!