Who’s Your Friend Now?
As you may know, my home office computer recently died a quick and painless death . Unfortunately, the resulting chaos for me has been neither quick nor painless but rather a long and lasting constant pain, in my ass. At first, I was willing to assume full responsibility for it’s demise as I am always doing photos and uploading and maybe I just tired the thing out. I was willing to take the hit, even though Becca had been on the computer right before it expired. After describing it’s last gasp of air, Bob said that Becca couldn’t have killed it. I acquiesced though i was just a bit skeptical. I don’t know enough about computers, but I know Becca. OK, maybe it just died because it was old and tired. Then Becca’s lap top started to die - of the same disease. How odd. How coincidental. How Becca! Bob was able to revive her computer by deleting a half ton of movies, TV shows and God know what else she had downloaded. I must add at this point that I never intentionally download anything, ever. I am suspicious of all outside sites and if I don’t know your email address, I won’t even open that. And so with this in mind I then told Becca not to use the den computer as it was the last one that worked and I couldn’t afford to have that one all gunked up and killed. It is not as if she is doing homework. She is always on FaceBook writing and reading. What is that all about? I tried to look over her shoulder one time when she was on Facebook but she quickly turned it off. Remember, it was on Facebook that we learned about the party they had at the house one weekend because they were dumb enough to put photos up on FaceBook. One of Bob’s employees is a friend of theirs on FaceBook and she showed Bob the photos. I told her I wanted to be her friend on FaceBook and she laughed in my face and said, let me see if I recall this correctly, “AS IF I WOULD LET YOU. YOU HAVE TO BE INVITED BY ME AND I WOULD NEVER INVITE YOU TO KNOW ABOUT MY PERSONAL BUSINESS”. She is 18 and I think I hate her. So anyway, I was really clear about not using the den computer. Trust me! Crystal clear. I am telling you this now because when I tell you what I did you might think me to be a bit sneaky. I am, I admit it. I am a parent and if that is not reason enough, I feel totally justified because I warned her to stay off that computer. OK, this is what I did. When we got home tonight I went to my computer to do work. It was on. There was an open can of ginger ale, a bottle of nail polish, one half eaten sandwich and then some stinky socks and sneakers on the floor. All belonging to Becca. The words ” Becca, come in here right now” were almost out of my mouth when I looked at the computer and saw that it was opened to her FaceBook page. I took a little look. Then a took a longer look. She has 1056 friends. How does she have that many friends? What else does it say now that it is in plain view? I poked around a bit more and saw that she could invite more people to be her friends. Out of 1056 friends would she really notice one more? Would she notice if I invited “ME” to be her friend? I thought about it for about 3 seconds and said to myself. Hey- the only difference between a fat lion and a hungry lion is speed and opportunity. So, I clicked add a friend, I added my email address and hit invite. Shoot, you have to belong to FaceBook to get invited. I clicked on the link, I joined Facebook, probably the fastest sign up they ever had, (I heard her coming down the stairs – I have to do this faster – I was starting to sweat) and then I went back and again I invited ME to be her friend from her open FaceBook account. (She was coming down the hall – Oh god – I will be so mortified if I get caught – she will laugh at me and say I am a computer retard) AND CLICK -invite completed AND CLICK I closed it out. She walks into the room, and this is where you would have been so proud, because without missing a beat I said ”Becca you left all this stuff here - you better not have been on my computer.” She rolled her eyes, picked up her stuff and left. Yeah smartie pants, but who’s laughing now. HA HA HA HA! I may be old and I may not know much about computers and FaceBook but I know an opportunity when I see it and I am quick. I am the fat lion. And so my new little friend, let’s see what you are up in the next few weeks. I hope it works cause I am really excited about this. It is like I am my own mole. I will have to find out more about the workings of Facebook so I don’t get found out to quickly. You can only play this hand once.
Faux Farm Girl
Ann