Feeling out of it because you’re not on Twitter or Facebook and don’t even know what Social Media means? You’re not alone … or at least, you weren’t. Richard Parise has written a fun book to which you might relate. It’s called, quite simply, My Husband’s On Facebook!. It’s a satire about baby boomers venturing into this dark new world.
A sunny morning … The birds are singing … My husband’s gone out … A new day on Facebook. What more can a body ask? So many posts to read. So many comments to make. Where shall I begin?
I must not forget that my mother friended Father Santino. That really crimps my style. Mother loves to share my posts. Going to have to toss a lot of my best adjectives into the recycle bin. Oh well, I’ll just have to make due until I can sneak over to her computer and unfriend him. I’ll just tell her he went on a retreat to the Holy Land.
Not another new friend request. This girl’s getting popular. Amy Kelly wants to be my friend. She’s my daughter’s hairdresser. Hmm… Think she’s just looking for a new customer? Guess I’ll have to friend her otherwise the next time Katy goes to get a perm she’ll come out looking like Harpo Marx.
Oh my God! Dean Phillips just put his picture up with his post. He’s been using a photo of his Bull Dog. Or is that still his Bull Dog? No, that’s Dean. The poor guy’s just getting old like the rest of us. I guess some of us age gracefully and the rest of us ripen like a month old pomegranate.
I hate the thought of switching over to the new Facebook timeline. I was just getting use to all the bells and whistles in the old Facebook. Don’t these people know that everyone here is not a geek? Confuse us over fifty crowd and we just as soon DELETE YOUR A //! Sorry Father.
My husband tried to talk me into going to spring training in Florida with Al and Janet Kaminski. Like I want to stand next to a fence watching grown men toss baseballs back and forth. For ten years I’ve been trying to get him to take me on a cruise.
Always an excuse. “We don’t have the money.” “Terrorists are plotting to blow them up.” “Did you forget about the Titanic?” I can’t believe this same guy is a member of the N.R.A. Hey you know, I’ll bet you he’d make a good pet detective.
I sent out a friend request to Molly Freeman. She was my best friend growing up until she moved to Texas. It was devastating. We were only ten at the time. I remember crying for days after that. Could be why I’m an emotional wreck every time my daughter posts a picture of a homeless puppy. If I wasn’t living with Charlie, I’d probably have a houseful of stray dogs and cats moping about. Hmm …
Getting back to Molly, her name popped up as a friend of my friend Jill’s secretary. Jill owns a local real estate firm. Seems that Jill’s secretary is Molly’s cousin. Small world. I’m kind of nervous waiting to hear from her. Some people don’t like to rekindle old friendships. They’re afraid they may not have been as successful in life. Personally, I’m not judgmental. I just like to correspond and wish them well. Life’s too short for jealousy. If I’m not good enough for them, they can unfriend me and I could care less.
Just don’t let me run into them when I’m on my way to the shooting range.