facebook is for creepers. who may or may not be your junior high band director. be careful out there.

Facebook has decided to stop sending me alerts.  So if you’ve made a comment on one of my photos or written on my wall since then, I may not have any idea.

In some cases, that might not be a bad thing. But let me tell you a little back story first.

Last night, one of my best girls and I were having one of our marathon catch-up-phone-sessions, and we were both adding pics on Facebook. (I had added the one of me in my bridesmaid dress that I put up here on Monday. Remember that. It becomes important eventually.)  She mentioned that she wanted to add my mom as a friend (oh, yes, the momma has the book of faces) but that she couldn’t for some reason.

I love my Stephy, I do, but sometimes she’s kind of a space cadet (it’s okay. she admits it.).

So I logged in to her Facebook to see if it was something she was missing.

But then I couldn’t make it work either.

So I tried to log in to my mom’s Facebook to add Steph.

And didn’t know her password.

Because unlike my dad, she doesn’t use the same password for EVERYTHING.

(Granted, I have about 3 passwords I switch among {this sounds better as between. But among is proper grammar. You’re welcome.}, but that’s only because I have to change it every 90 days at work and REALLY?! I can’t be expected to remember thirty thousand passwords. Kthx.)

Anyblah.

When I talked to Jacks (one of my clever pet names for my mother when I’m referring to her in casual conversation) this morning, I said “Steph wanted to add you as a friend, so you could see pics of the kids and stuff, but couldn’t get it done. So she added dad. And then I was logged in as dad to see if your Facebook looked the same from his as it did from mine and Steph’s  so I approved her friend request, and it was funny because she’s all “oh your dad must be online, he just approved me,” and I was all “nah, that was me. Dad’s been in bed for probably two hours.”

This was at approximately 1030pm.

I digress. As usual.

Sometimes I wonder if my mom REALLY thinks I’m funny or if she just wishes I would get to the point.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t let her add you. So I think you have your security settings really high or something. And I couldn’t log in because I couldn’t remember your password. You should leave it the same for everything like dad does so I can steal your identity too.”

Fast forward to a few minutes ago, I get an email from her that says:

Ok-I think I have it changed so that “everyone” can search for me or add me as a friend.  It was set to “only friends” which seems a little redundant.  But the setting was in a place I’ve never looked so I don’t know how it got set that way.  So tell Steph to try again.  I would love to see pics of the babies.

Oh and Mr. *my junior high band director’s name goes here, but as always, name withheld to protect the guilty*’s comment?????????????  CREEPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love you!!!!!!!!!

She really did use all those exclamation points and question marks. I love it.

I hadn’t seen his comment what with the whole no-alerts problem. So I logged in and checked it out.  It says:

“careful, little lady, that’s some pretty potent ‘ammunition’.”

Based on the phrasing, having seen the photo, and the quotation marks around “ammunition” IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOES NOT THINK HE’S TALKING ABOUT MY BOOBS?!

There is a very (and I mean VERY) short list of people who are allowed to make comments about my boobs. And how POTENT they may or may not be.

HE IS NOT ON THAT LIST.

Anyway.

What say you, readers? Delete the comment? De-friend?  Shrug it off as an old man being a creeper?

*disclaimer: this could have been completely innocent and i might be blowing it TOTALLY out of proportion. but i was offended. and as we all know, it doesn’t matter WHAT YOU MEANT, it’s what you SAID and how it’s interpreted.*