Facing my Foibles

It really is true. Facebook seems to have taken over my life. I come home from work, and the second thing I do (the first being to pee - isn't that the first thing everyone does??) is turn on my computer to check my facebook. It's been since, when, November that I've been an addicted facebook user? You would think that by now, I'd have this thing all figured out.

Until.......I am friend requested by a Roberto in Colombia. Not so bizarre when you realise that I have a step brother who lives there. I accept his friendship, and promptly write on his wall the lone Spanish sentence I can confidently say. That being the lone Spanish sentence I teased 12 year old Roberto with when I visited Colombia February last year.

"Donde esta el bano"

Where is the washroom.

He thought I was nuts that I kept saying it to him for the whole week. But we would laugh and bond over this regardless.

But then, the very next day after I accepted his friendship, I got another friend request from a Roberto in Colombia. Hmmm....how peculiar. I was a little confused. I clicked on my new friend Roberto's link to his page and look at the top (as he does not have a picture posted of himself). It said Birthday: 1959. Oh my. Clearly this is not 12 - wait, now 13 year old Roberto. Who did I just become friends with and flagrantly toss around my lone Spanish sentence with!?!?! I really don't know. I rack my memory. Brenda (aka stepmother) has a brother, was his name Roberto too? I think so. Was little Roberto's dad's name the same? I don't know! I've never met him, so why would he befriend me? But I don't think brother (ahem, who would technically by my step-uncle) is quite that old to be born in 59. Oy. I need to be more careful who I accept to be facebook friends with.

So now I am little leery to accept this second Roberto's friendship. What if it's not little step-bro Roberto? Sigh, what is a girl to do?

I'll tell you what a girl is to do. Send a flurry of an email to the other step bro who has reasonable English skills and humourously tell him this situation and ask for clarifications of Robertos. My goodness. I hope he is able to follow my ramble and help a sista out.

Sheesh. This whole facebook thing is crazy.