Then the games to play - you wouldn't believe just how addictive they become. But hey, they say playing some of these memory games helps ward off Alzheimer's - so there is my excuse for spending hours on there night after night playing Diamond Dash.
Amazingly though, we can keep up with grandchildren and touch base with people in every corner of the world too.
But last weekend that all changed for me as it became not a social networking website but a social pain of a page as my friends were stalked.
As I walked into the lounge my adult daughter goes "hmm, mum how can you be talking to me on here and standing there". Then the text messages started - people wanted to know why I'd set up a new Facebook account.
Sure enough, some clown had stolen my photograph and set up a new page using my details and inviting all my old friends to join them on the new page.
Moments after my girl began questioning the clodhopper though, they blocked her.
What were they thinking? My boring old life can't possible be of that much interest to steal my less-than-stimulative page.
The flurry of messages from dedicated mates to Facebook soon put an end to this snoop's profile-stealing actions.
It's true, there really is a person at Facebook who deals with this sort of garbage. You just need to let them know.
The page was shut down immediately and I could continue going about talking to those I care about and keeping my mind as sharp as a tack.
My cyber life is back on track.
