My nine-going-on-thirty year old daughter asked me a few weeks ago if she could have a blog.
Because that is not. going. to. happen.
Until of course she *IS* thirty.
Then I will think about it.
I mean what would she write about?
That band of "nekkid" brothers?
What she ate for breakfast?
What teacher gives the most homework?
I thought so.
I would like to play it "safe" and not go there.
This weekend she has asked me 517 times if she could have her own email address.
I told her 516 times, "no".
On the 517 time, I caved.
I gave in.
Mostly to stop the harassment.
And to keep her mind off the whole blog thing.
I think I actually mumbled, "Fine" in my in-and-out-of-sleep-almost-napping state.
She ran with it.
She had a Gmail account set up in minutes.
She had a sidebar with contacts.
She had invited her friends to CHAT.
She had pictures of her friends by their contact information.
I was impressed with her ability to navigate the computer.
I was also a little scared.
This morning when I got up, Claire was already on the computer.
I walked into the room to check on her.
She was giggling.
I looked at the computer screen.
I looked again.
Claire was having an online chat with MY girlfriend.
How did this happen?
When I asked her about it she replied,
"Oh, this is the second friend of yours I have chatted with this morning."
Apparently if your green light is "ON" ....you are fair game.
Let this be a warning.
If you and I have corresponded via Gmail there is a huge possibility that you are on Claire's contact list.
If your green light is on, you may get an invitation to chat.
Please try to keep your conversations to a minimum.
This is really cutting into my "Blogging" time.
I am now reconsidering the whole "I-need-a-blog" thing.
At least I could make it private.
And not have to share my friends.