I chuckled at a post on How Not to Act Old regarding stalking your adult children on social media sites.

What if you’re more worried about what they’ll learn about you by your posts?

Ginnie’s been my friend on MySpace (I have a lame page there just to keep track of her and her friends back when they were all in High School) for some time. So has Max. I’m pretty sure the only time I was at all parental was when I suggested to my niece that she remove the photos of her using a bong. Ginnie’s also been a friend on Facebook for a while and Max just signed up. It’s fun to look at pictures and some of their comments, but I seldom (if ever) post anything to their sites.

But what do they see from my feed?

Snark about children’s programming, where and what I’m drinking, how horny I am, et.

My twitter feed also posts to Facebook so there are odd comments like this:

I think he said he’ll be leaving there tomorrow and should be back in Hawaii in a week. I think. Or he’s pregnant with cows. I’m not sure.

http://twitpic.com/hno0h – Pool supplies. 1 inch vodka, fill with cherry 7-up.

GirlChild is going with me to friend’s *ahem* party. This is going to be fun.

This weekend someone showed me the ASL sign for horny. I feel empowered to a whole new bunch of menfolk.

smirkI battle with the urge to be discrete considering my audience. I seldom do censor, but I have this whole mental argument before some of my posts. Fuck it, I’m me.

In the immortal and always appropriate words of Bon Jovi,

It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life