Whenever I tell people that I’m from Nebraska, the same questions come up:
“Are you from a farm?”
“Are your parents farmers?”
Up until a few days ago I would’ve responded with a resounding NO. Then I discovered that my mother has developed an obsession with Farmville on Facebook. So, she is essentially a cyber farmer.
“I have cows to take care of, give me a minute…I’m harvesting my crops Randi, they will die if I don’t! Leave me alone!”
According to my dad, my mother spends at least 30-45 minutes a day, if not longer, playing on her computer farm. When I ask her about this virtual land she is consumed with, she grows a bit defensive. She even mentioned that her niece, my eleven year old cousin, wasn’t a very consistent player. I told her that it’s probably because she’s busy doing things that are real and not fake computer farms. When I told her that there were such things as Farmville “cheats”, her face lit up a little.
I know at least three people having babies right now. One of them being my sister. For some reason, she and my mother are obsessed with baby bath towels. We went to Babies R’ US, and it was overwhelming to me. I had no idea that there were so many things for babies…so many different options. That stuff isn’t cheap either. I had a friend who once almost purchased a Gucci stroller for well over a thousand dollars. Shouldn’t that money go to the kid’s college fund? Forgive me if I sound ignorant, but I don’t have any children…maybe I’ll learn from some of my friends who are giving birth this year.
Maybe I’ll just get a puppy instead of having a kid…hell…maybe I’ll just start playing Farmville. My mother has told me that there are numerous opportunities to take care of animals and stuff on that magical cyber farm.