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A few years ago, when my boys were young and MySpace and Facebook were just becoming popular, I signed up for both in order to keep an eye on them. I needed to know how they worked so that I would be able to protect my children online.

It wasn’t just about getting all up in their business, I never even got involved in using them. Really, I just made sure I was acquainted enough with the new technology that I could setup guidelines for them to follow.

Eventually I deleted those accounts.

Now I’ve been hearing a lot more about Facebook use by old people like me. With the recent move, I started thinking I should give it a try in order to reconnect with old friends. I’ve moved quite a bit in my life. Texas is the fourth ( and final!) state in which I’ve lived. There must tons of people out there in the world missing me, right?

I signed up for a new Facebook account last month and quickly began thinking of old friends’ names and plugging them in the search bar.

Nothing. Seems that old people who know me do not yet know Facebook.

And so my account sits, void of friends and looking pretty much like the account I had years ago that I never used. In an attempt to garner a bit of mercy from my two boys who have acquired hundreds of friends on this stupid website, I sent each a simple message. Here’s Niko’s response:

So I did what any self-respecting, fully in charge mother would do, I grounded him. It only took two days for him to become my friend.

Now I have to work on Kyle.

And it just might be time for Chloe to get a Facebook too.

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