Now that I’ve downloaded the Facebook application to my Blackberry, I now get all friend requests (all 1 of them a week) as quickly as technology makes possible. Typically I look at my friend requests remotely and then check them out more thoroughly on the site. It’s not like I’m that popular or that I get so many requests, but I like to see people’s faces, or friends we have in common before I connect with them.
After all there are those nudie photos of me on my profile picture. KIDDING.
So when I opened up my Facebook notification today and saw my latest friend request, I did a double take. Could it be? Could it really be that my friend’s MOM just friended me on Facebook?
I laughed for about a second when my brother and sister-in-law friended me in the span of a week. They are in their 40s and have tween-age children, so I figured if anyone from their family was on the site, it was my nieces.  But after my 30-second chuckle, I realized that they, like my young self, probably have a lot of friends online.
But my friend’s mom? Of course I can’t see who she’s friends with until I confirm her request, but I can’t decide if I really want to let into my Facebook a mom I’ve known for 20 years.  Who saw me with bad 80s hair and will now get a peek into my married life. To deny her would offend her, but to friend her may force me into Facebook hiding.
Ah, the dilemmas of the technology age. What would you guys do?
I swear I was watching my son carefully while I was in the checkout line. I didn’t notice he had his hand on that really big expensive wall mirror until I saw it fall and shatter into a zillion pieces. It was really nice of you not to take money from me for it. The Dow is down and everything and I really didn’t need to spend $100 in your store yesterday. Just wanted to say thanks, and next time we come to your store he’ll be in a straightjacket.
Sincerely,
A very bashful Self-Made Mom
Would you take your kids to the circus even if you’re ethically opposed? That’s my latest quandry over at Work It! Mom. I’d love to know what you think!
Wondering where I’ve been the last two weeks? Unpacking my maternity clothes. I’m kidding, but seriously, I forgot how many ugly maternity clothes I have.
I must have been deluded by all the progesterone scurrying through my body of late, but early on in this pregnancy I actually got excited to see my maternity clothes again. I remember picking them out lovingly the first time around, even thinking that $300 wasn’t a lot to spend in one outing at Pea in the Pod. (It bought me a sweater and a pair of pants, for the record.) I spent a lot of time trying to look pregnancy “cute” (which, for the record is the single most annoying thing someone can tell you when you’re pregnant besides “you’re barely showing!”) the first time around.This time, though, I’m lucky if I can put on some black sweats and a t-shirt that will cover my ever-expanding girdle. Granted, the black sweats are lululemon, but it’s still not an excuse for wearing them EVERY day.
So now that I’m four months along, I felt it was the perfect time to unpack what’s been sitting in my closet for three years. I should have known better. A sampling of the horrors of my closet.
As my friend said, it’s knocked-up schoolgirl chic.
I cannot believe I saved something with this many stains on it.
Even a black maternity swimsuit won’t make me look svelte.
Attack of the killer bras. I like my flat chest much better.
I just showed you the worst of my worst. Will you show me yours and then we can all laugh together? Please?
