sigh... so I've been lured in. It was definitely peer pressure. It was something I never wanted to try, because I knew it would have crazy effects on me. Plus, all my friends were doing it, and they were all pushing me to do it, too.
I jumped off the bridge with the rest of them into the sea of nostalgia. I'm still a bit giddy from its' first sensations (sooooo many pics of old from friends who quickly added me and sent me things I hadn't thought of in 20 years).
I showed my hubby a few of them tonight, and he said,"oh no...don't get hooked on Facebook!"
He was floored by the pics, hysterically so. Perhaps it shows more clearly our 6 year age gap. He got to see me in all of my high school glory...which to him equated to 'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU WEARING?'
I don't think I'm going to get into the whole 'scene' too much. I'm sure I don't have the time to do so. But I think I'm thankful for the ability to re-connect with people who were once close to me. I might even peer-pressure Ryan into doing the same. We'll see how my experience goes.
In the meantime, here's one of those random pics I got from a good H.S. friend, Shelly. I think my favorite part of this pic is that not only am I dressed as a construction worker (unwitting shout out to my then-future-hubby), the cut-away (done with orange-handled scissors that Shelly and I used to eradicate the background in a pre-Photoshop world) left me with what looks like a testicle hanging from my shorts. Simply AWESOME.
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