a life of its own

i have a facebook page
 i really 
very often

 i find
 if i do stop by
 i am sucked into the vortex
 liking or commenting
 all the
 'what's on your mind'
i have missed since i last stopped by 

that said
 i do share my blog on Facebook
 something called networked blogs 

i also post photos there after travel adventures
  an occasional
 hey look at this photo

i began to share
 my daily world trade center photos 
a series
 i also share via instagram

 sometime ago
 i uploaded an old photo
 it was taken in the early 1980s 
by a professional photographer
 at the wedding of my then boss 

i think
 i must have uploaded it as a profile photo
 tho i really can't remember

this past weekend 
i got an email from Facebook
advising me
 someone had commented on a photo
 i clicked over
 to see 
was getting such a nice comment 

in an effort
 to figure out 
i uploaded it
 i checked the comments
 the photo 

 one of them
 from me to a friend
you dont think i look pregnant

 i really wish
 i remembered
i posted it 
what spurred me to share it 
(according to the tags i added it to an album labeled 'family' on wednesday, december 24, 2008 at 8:25 PM) 

since it resurfaced 
 due to an instagram friend Liliana Kiraz 
looking through my photos 
(which are set to be seen by friends only) 
i sleuthed this out
 by looking to see 
the first new 'like' was from

 after that  'like'
it took on a life of its own
 58 new likes and 57 comments
 (i think that includes the original 3 or 4)

 its sort of fun 
sort of embarrassing
 to have
 so many comments
 about my hair
how i look 

they're all positive reactions
 i should be struttin'
 in a way 
i am 
i am
 sort of 
what happened to all that hair 
maybe i need to get a perm 
maybe i need to gain some weight
i do recall 
being a lot heavier back then
the loose top
 i wasn't pregnant

 that top
 which i still have 
was a favorite of mine 
my mother bought it for me
 during one our mall shopping adventures 

when my parenta lived in florida 
we used to go shopping
 buy each other things
 it was funny even then
 instead of buying ourselves things
 we bought them for each other

here's the photo
  i have turned off the comments
 i am not comfortable blowing my own horn