Saturday, October 28, 2006

Whose Space?

MySpace. My daughter is not too happy with me now that I have a "MySpace." Apparently, this is an unforgivable encroachment into her world -- a place no old woman (particularly a mother) has any business being. She bemoans the fact that when she tries to login, my name appears first and resentfully points out that it used to remember HER name first. Then of course, as if it's not bad enough that I'm on there, there's the embarrassing fact that I only have 16 friends at the moment. (Somehow her friends might find out about this and it will reflect badly on her.)

"Join a whore train!" she commands.


"That way you'll at least automatically get signed up with a lot of friends."

"But I don't want a bunch of weird strangers on my space - I'm trying to cultivate writing and reading friends."

Lots of eye rolling, head shaking, and dark muttering follow. Apparently, I'm just too lame for words.


  1. LOL, Rebecca. I'm not looking forward to the day my daughter becomes an adolescent. She's such a sweet four year old :). I've heard about MySpace but I don't want to go there. Blogging is already too much of an addiction :)

  2. Ah, four. Those were the days. Fast forward by ten years, and you get where I am now. Enjoy it while you can! :)

    (Oh, and don't get me started on the various forms of internet addiction!)

  3. Kate, you're taking me back, girl! Teenage years should be capsulated; teens in a nice capsule to be released at 18. LOL. Seriously, I survived two daughters. I think when you're in the eye of the hurricane, it's a safe place. You'll do fine. In the meantime, take your vitams, get plenty of rest, and lock the doors and windows. :)

  4. LOL, LaDonna. I've often had that same thought - isn't there an internment camp somewhere just for ages 13-18? Ah, well. She's also a lot of fun, so there are some bright moments now and again. Somehow we'll get through. (I hope...)

  5. Kate, my oldest is 30 now, the youngest 26. The oldest lives close to me, and we're very dear friends too. The youngest is in AL with her military husband. (sob) Too far away IMO, but we still share by phone and visits. The bright side is, yep, daughters make grand friends too. I've always enjoyed their company. (well, except for a few "moments" growing up. lol) You know you did okay when they call you AFTER leaving home. And a bonus is when they want to spend alot of time with ya. I'm lucky on both counts. :) That's my rainbow.

  6. Aww, that's good to hear, LD. Gives me hope. :)

  7. LOL... oh my... and I was going to ask my son to help me set up mine! LOL!!! Mind you, he probably will... it's his fault I like Opie & Anthony... um... ok so who corrupted who here? LOL

  8. LOL - better wear your fireproof clothing, Chaos. Or maybe you'll be lucky and your son will be nicer than She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. :)
    (Now I'm feeling a little guilty - in spite of some of the usual teenage girl stuff that drives me nuts, she's really a good kid)


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