|And her 2 girls, Allison and Emily.|
Kristin is my bestest friend from Blogland. We have never actually met in person, or even spoken on the phone, but when I first found myself on Kristin’s blog, “My Art and the Mom in Me,” I knew I’d found a kindred spirit. She’s a crafter, a fellow Etsian (her shop, ArtByKristin, is a must see), and she laughs at my jokes (a requirement of all my friends).
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But when you play the Twitter card, things get serious.
In a matter of milliseconds, it went from tweeting screen captures of our Facebook conversation to hashtags, compulsive Wahlberg stalking, and a full-out Donnie Pinata Campaign.
Before you knew it, Kristin had started using the hashtag DonniePinata, and we were off to the races. Our objective: get permission from the man himself for use of his picture on my birthday pinata (as long as I promised not to dent his face.)
I campaigned my little heart out, hoping for a smile, a twitter hug (Donnie’s fans know them as TWUGs), or just some small token of recognition from my favorite New Kid…
Kristin was right there by my side, at one point pleading with my Favorite Tweet of the Day:
|This one made me snort. Seriously.|
In the midst of our Donnie Pinata campaign, Donnie started tweeting. My response went something like this:
OMG OMG OMG. Donnie’s online. RIGHT NOW. OMG OMG OMG OMG. *tweet tweet tweet TWEET TWEET FURIOUSLY TWEETING*
Between the two of us, we managed to tweet about 47 times in approximately 30 seconds. And as I was in the middle of tweet #48, I looked up and, to my utter amazement and delight, I see this:
HOLY. FREAKIN’. COW.
My heart dropped into my stomach. I stopped breathing. My hands got really sweaty. And I will admit it to you, dear reader…
I just about peed in my britches.
I took my glee with me to Facebook:
The truth is, I’ll probably never meet Donnie Wahlberg. As much as I want to, I’ll probably never get to see the New Kids on tour or go on one of their summer cruises. I know I’m one of a squillion girls who Twitterstalk Donnie to the point (I’m sure) of frustration. But that he took a second out of his busy, glamorous life just to click “follow” under my name….
Well, that just makes me love him that much more.
And the best part of all this? My pinata isn’t even HERE yet. Who KNOWS what will happen when I actually get it!
Did I mention he was my 101st follower? Right…that was the other milestone. One hundred followers on Twitter. But it seems less important, in the grand scheme of things.
PS: Honey, as much as I adore you, and you know I do, I think this goes in the “W” column for Donnie…