How Facebook wishes it was a Blog

I blog, therefore I am. This pretty much sums me up lately. I know I fell off the wagon during the holidays, but I'm back, baby, and as addicted as ever (keeps my mind off of eating!)

Speaking of which- check out the radical button that Jen made to commemorate our big butts getting smaller- first post coming Monday- if you're playing along- post it on your blog, won't you?

Back to my point, blogging and things related to blogging have become my life. I love the social networking and the creative outlet (screw off -it's subjective) it has given me. Unfortunately, it's a colossal waste of time that doesn't make money (I had a boyfriend like that once, too!)

For anyone that's fairly new to this place, I keep my blogging 'confidential'. I used to call it my 'dirty little secret'. I ventured in to this all by myself on a whim and never told anyone I knew that I did it. It stayed that way for a while until I got all cocky and started running off at the mouth.

I told a couple of friends and mentioned it to my mom and husband. I think my mom might have looked at it once and ran away screaming and never returned. My husband (if he can, indeed, read- verdict's still out) has no interest in what I write. He's too busy beating the punching bag downstairs in preparation of his male to Rocky transition.

I have a few friends that mention reading it on occasion, which totally freaks me out, but then again, they probably have bigger dirt on me than what they could read on here- so big deal!

True story: one of my friends told one of her friends about my blog and that girl (who I know- kinda) requested my Facebook friendship and wrote "(insert my friend's name) told me about you blog, she reads it all the time, me? Not so much." That was quite the vote of confidence and just the kick in the ass I needed to remind me why I keep these two lives separate.

Many bloggers just write cutesy little things about their kids and their life, but I use it as a diary. If it's on my mind, it's in my blog, within reason. Imagine running into people that you know at your kids' soccer practice or PTA meetings or Target and they say, Hey, I read how you exposed your rack online (guess which one is me, I dare ya!). Or I hear you're looking to score Xanax . Or Beebs is getting so big and I hear she says Fuck it now. Yeah, that's pretty much why I keep this separate from my real life.

Which is why Facebook is causing me a little anxiety right now. My two lives are, once again, infiltrating each other. My bloggy friends are now on my Facebook page with people I know in real life. Last week, it didn't mean much because these were mostly people I haven't spoken to in 20 years, but NOW my little sister is on there. She's knows most of the people that have been in my life, but I am 7 years older than her and am a little smarter sneakier and I'm hoping to pull the wool over her eyes. She's already asked me about a few names that she's never heard of- oh, I worked with her. So today she's wondering who McMommy, Stethoscopes Stilettos, and Halftime Lessons are... so if anyone asks - we go way back- you're friends from college- and you have weird names.

Honestly, when I set out to write this- this next point was what I was trying to get at and now I have alienated everyone with my babble- come back- come back!

In regards to Facebook, I feel kind of like the cool kid at school that was in on a trend a LOOONNNGG time before everyone else caught on. I'm constantly getting 'tagged' with 25 random things about me. (Hey try 100 things, bitches!)

Today I got the one word 'tag'- we call them memes, but that was sooo 6 months ago (as I stick my nose up in the air!)

So, as much as I enjoy being a total voyeur weirdo and looking into people that I went to high school with's lives through Facebook and hoping they got fat see how they're doing, I am becoming a Facebook snob. And don't even get me started on 'flair'!