Dang, we just posted recently that we are moving and my personal page has gotten at least three requests for people to come help, plus family members want to come in from the far reaches of the country to help. Wow. Unfortunately, no one has offered to come help us pack. :(
I guess it seems I have more friends where I am going than where I am. Dude keeps questioning me as to what his new school mascot will be and I keep forgetting to look it up. Here's an update on some recent drama:
ARE YOUR PARENTS LOOKING AT THIS????
Dude has a Facebook account. He signs in with my husband's email address and a password. He doesn't use it much, because he doesn't see 'what the big deal is'. And that is just fine with me. Bear checks on Dude's home page a lot and gets email messages for every message that is posted to Dude's wall. Recently, a boy in his class posted who he was inviting to his party. Then the fun happened. It became an all out Facebook fight, with these 12 year olds using the most profane language. Bear got so aggravated that he added this comment to the mix: This is Dude's Dad. Stop. It. Now.
But the fun wasn't over. In a totally non-Dudelike move, Dude informs us that he needs to go to C's house to work on a joint English project that is not due until mid May. Two of the main "fighters" (Both will be known as J) were having birthday parties this weekend, so it seemed like Dude wanted to avoid them. Then we check out Dude's newsfeed. J1 writes, "I thought you didn't want Dude to come to your party." J2 responds, " I changed my mind."
I am a protective momma (stepmomma to Dude) and these kids better learn some internet etiquette before I help Karma along...
BTW, he's going to be a Bronco.
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