Backstory: Me and my mom play scrabble on Facebook and she’s borderline obsessed with it.  I went to her house one day to find a dictionary RIGHT BESIDE her laptop.  She tried to say she wasn’t cheating by looking up words, but I guess she couldn’t take the guilt anymore.

I am sorry I used the dictionary.  I won’t any more.  I will probably never win again but I will play fair.  Sorry.  Bad example from your mother.

Backstory: My crazy roommate made me cry at work, my mom wrote me this to make me feel better.

You know what?  I do think she is nuts, but, think about it.  God somehow can sift through all of her “stuff” and see the good.  I know that I have never met her, her Facebook Profile is base and full of self absorption, she would make a horrible spouse, she is not a very happy person deep down.  She wants to bring everyone in her circle of influence down to her level of depravity.  If someone joins her in her misery, it somehow absolves her from dealing with her wrong living.
Are you still watching Glee???
HAHA,
Love you,
MOM

Backstory: She recently got facebook, but refuses to interact with anyone on facebook itself. She just emails us about the things she sees on facebook.

sending this as an e-mail…not a Facebook comment – which I don’t do.
if you really smoked that cigarette at the Thursday gallery outing, you (B) will depend on M to dole out any inheritance you think you might be getting.  seriously.  She’ll be in charge of all pursestrings.
xoxoxoxo

OK … I tried to send a note on facebook but something was going funky with it.

On the picture of M and B … look in the background … I look horrible!
I look like some hard old alcoholic aunt who smokes, curses, and drinks too much! Why didn’t you tell me I looked so bad? When I saw “me” in the picture I actually blanched … blah!!
Now I’m really depressed.

Okay, [Grandmother] just “friended” me on FB and I’m not happy about it–confirmed with a disclaimer that my stuff will probably upset her.

So, I realized if I feel this way it would be similar for you all, so no friend request will be coming from me.  The other weird thing is I just posted this youtube video on my wall this morning before I got her request.  SOOOOO WEIRD!!!!

This is a very strange day….

It’s mom here!  Cindy got me on facebook and it said that you have two new friends! I’m so glad you have friends.  Also I think my cows are exploding?? Can you send me a milk machine??
Love, Mom

Backstory: I’m 39 years old and the mother of two.  This message was sent via Facebook about my profile as my mom sees it.

hey your home page is showing your cell phone number, your facebook number (ummm, what?), the fact that you live in _______ (which I don’t) , and you work for the ___________ (which it doesn’t), where you went to school, etc, the whole thing is on there, this could be dangerous if the wrong person got that info, i checked my home page and all it is people who i know and are sending me facebook emails, it looks like the info on your profile has maybe shown up on your home page, just thought i would let you know that it is still on there for all to see i cant even see when you are on facebook i dont know if anyone else can maybe a problem with facebook, so much for their privacy thing love you

I just looked on my facebook page and m has put a question about what color panties I am wearing……. Major WTF and also if you would like to have sex with me Double MAJOR WTF. Does she put stuff like that everywhere????

Backstory: My mother doesn’t want to set up a facebook account, because she doesn’t want anyone “knowing her business.”  She, however, wants to know everyone else’s business.

Could you discreetly check B’s Facebook page to see if the baby was born and how she’s doing….

Backstory: I was on Facebook and answered a questionnaire about some of my friends. One was “would your mom be a good rapper” and i wrote “sure.” Lo and behold she responded to my answer with a rap. She now raps on a daily basis and finds herself to be a lyrical genius.

My name is Dona
And I’ll rap here cause I wanna
set down my rhymes for you
I’ll make some time for you
got time to kill
playing farmville
I got no mo to prove

As you can see–my style here is Dr. Seuss meets M&M (or Dr. Seuss eating M&M’s–you choose.

“D bubble” gotta go to work:)