Family Matters

Remember that time I talked about mixing worlds? Well, I’m at it again.

I’m taking my boyfriend back to Iowa.

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Even crazier, while there we are hanging out with people I know from various aspects of my life. So I will be mixing my Long Island world with my Drake world with my Johnston world with my family world with my family friends world. IT’S MADNESS I TELL YOU!

I’m a little nervous. Not because I don’t think everyone love Joe as much as I do, but at the fact that I am essentially showing him what I was like/came from over the last 12 years.

Bring on the embarrassing stories.

I feel obligated to warn my loyal readers (Dad) that I will not be posting much this weekend as I won’t be around a computer. But fear not, I will return on Monday with stories, laughs, and all around jubilation to share with you. So take care, and try not to miss me too much.

I’d like to share a snippet of a hilariously wonderful conversation I just had:

My father: Hi Justine. Can you tell me, what is the etiquette of Facebook? If people friend me, do I have to be their friend?

Me: …no…you don’t have to be their friend.

MF: But will they be terribly offended if I don’t be their friend?

Me: Well…I don’t know…probably not? …Maybe.

You’ll be happy to know that in the end he decided to give the people who had friend requested him a chance.

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My dad really, really wants to do Facebook right. He wants to make sure he utilizes the correct applications, adds the right information, sets the right privacy settings, and understands what everyone else is doing. In the last five minutes, he learned that no, Facebook is not really like a blog; yes, my sister does have a fake last name on Facebook; yes, he can refuse to accept friend requests from people he truly doesn’t know; but no, it is not a big deal to be Facebook friends with people he is only sort of friends with in real life.

Basically, his world was rocked.

Oh, he also got a Twitter. About two months ago. Which he has updated all of three times. Two of which seem to be direct notes to me. Baby steps.

Welcome to Facebook, Dad. Welcome to the future.