I'm back after a somewhat unintentional "summer" break (after three years of blogging I think I was entitled to a blog vacation - can't believe it's been that long).
Working backwards, let me tell you about the auspicious occasion that occurred the weekend before last -- The Spouse's 25-year high school reunion -- which forced me to rethink my position on Facebook.
As I've mentioned before, I am a Spartan and The Spouse is a Lancer, which results in some good-natured mascot bashing every once in awhile. But now some of The Spouse's former classmates feel like my new best friends.
In the months since he registered, The Spouse has become "Mr. Facebook," a Facebook Floozie of the highest order. Thus, it seemed natural that he became one of the galvanizing forces to organize the reunion. This in turn amped up Facebook usage to a ridiculous degree. The Spouse used all the weapons in his arsenal -- pithy commentary, sentiment, flattery, taunts, threats, and yes, dare I say, blackmail -- to get people to go. Long into the night, for weeks on end, I could hear him tap, tap, tapping away on the computer upstairs.
I couldn't help it. I got caught up in all the posts flying back and forth. I offered my own comments occasionally, which The Spouse obligingly posted. So much so, that at the reunion, several of The Spouse's former classmates greeted me affectionately, telling me that they felt like they already knew me. All thanks to Facebook. I have to admit that it was a great tool in finding people and for gathering pictures. The reunion was a resounding success, and I had a really good time -- even as a Spartan spouse.
So, because of all the love I felt from my new Lancer friends, I am now officially rescinding my previous position on Facebook. I'm thinking of joining. I know. I'm weak. So, to all the people who have been on my case about joining, and you know who you are, you may now say I told you so!
Once I do, knowing my uber-competitive spouse as I do, the friend contest will be on. (Sigh).