The Perils of Facebook

OK, Kayla.  I hate to tell you this, especially since you and I have been getting along so great lately.  I mean, since you've been gone, we've actually talked MORE than when you lived here.  But I digress....

Anyhow, what I'm beating around the bush saying is this:  Please block me from your Facebook status and pictures if they are in regards to your college partying!  I mean, I really do not like to see you doing some awful imitation of a disco dance, I do not like to see your friends holding jello shots, and I do not like to see you with a bottle of Jim Beam balanced on your head!  Call me old-fashioned, but...

I hope this blog message doesn't make you angry, but, just think of it this way...would you like to see my college pictures?  Would you like to see me dancing around with guys that aren't your dad?  Would you like to see me with a bottle of Jim Beam balanced on my head?  I think not.

Well, good.  Now we both agree.  Let's take this whole "growing up thing" a little bit slower.  One step at a time.  You just turned 18, and just moved away from home.  Let me know about the volunteer work you do, about the church group you might join, and about the new job at Noodles you may get.  I can handle that.  Or, as I used to say when I was 18, "Chill, pansy, I can handle!"  (Although, that was in regards to other "substances," but, I digress...)