Yes, that is me. I opened a Facebook account just to cash in on $25 worth of free advertising for the cosmetics that I sell, which is a whole other story. I wanted to remain anonymous so I posted no photos, etc. that would ID me. Low and behold, my nephew found me, told my kids and then all hell broke lose. Apparently this makes me a big loser as the site is for younger people – YOUNGER people than me. According to my girls, lame, lonely, pathetic, friendless or pervy people are what make up the Facebook older set. (And how is this like me? Don’t they understand the value of a dollar? I said FREE advertising – $25 worth. What’s not to understand?)
I had to laugh when my husband’s friend, who is OLDER than me, found me on Facebook. My kids really like him and think he is cool. I thought this would get me a bit of a pass, but no. He is a loser too. (I plan on breaking this to him gently.)
I did something called a “poke” yesterday, not having a clue what it is. I poked my daughter – nothing happened. Until about 4 hours after when she sent me a seething e-mail about NOT poking her again and another dire warning to stay off of Facebook. It seems a poke is nothing – they just get an email saying that so-and-so poked you. It made my want to poke and poke again.
Why is it that when something irritates my kids, I just have to do it?
Why is that after all these years, they don’t undertand that and learn how to manage me?
Both of these are mysteries that I am quite content to remain unsolved. It is my motherly entertainment for the time being. I am a bit miffed that my niece posted photos of me sewing on a quilt with my “reading glasses” on so that I look like Granny Moses’ older sister. All I needed was a shawl. No, wait, that was on my lap. Crap.
At least she posted one of my vamping under a Twilight movie poster (get it – vamping) she took over the Christmas vacation. Lest you think I am really a loser, I didn’t watch Twilight at the theater. I just picked the kids up there. I noticed that the audience was about 99.8% teens and young adults. Boy, would I have been a real loser to have gone in to watch it with them. Instead I read the books.
“There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age – I missed it coming and going.“ ~ J.B. Priestly