Or can you?

It's been ages! Getting married really kills a blogger's motivation because everything that I would write about, I can just tell Chase. It's quicker, I use spell check less and I can get an immediate reaction. Unlike this thing where no one ever comments. You start to feel ignored and unloved. Then like your work has no value. And before you know it, you've quit blogging.

Well, for whatever reason, I've been experiencing a hemorrhage of blogger-moments. These moments are created out of living life with Chase. He's already a part of these moments. So I can't just go and tell him. He's co-creator. I need another outlet.

And so, I have returned.

At least until I get a job or get into grad school. Which ever one happens first (and please God, let one happen. PLEASE).


I am so vain and narcissistic (yep, had to spell check that one). And it feels so good to get that out in the open. What leads to this announcement started in TJ Maxx. While browsing one fine day, I discovered a line of lotions for mothers-to-be. It had a cute picture of a pregnant queen bee on the label and I knew who had I to purchase these lotions for. A dear friend expecting her first in January. My friend knows the ins and outs of a spa & salon. She enjoys the finer things in life. When she received the lotions, she goes "how did you know I wanted lotions for my belly?"

How did I know?! How did I know?! Honey. I am vain and narcissistic. If I'm worried about the possibility of stretch marks in my pregnant future, then I can be rest assured that you are too.

But it's a funny vanity and narcissism. It's funny because it's tinged with laziness. I might be vain but not enough to style or dye my hair. (the greys are becoming more noticeable, but we're not at an intervention stage). I might be narcissistic but not enough to buy trendy clothes. Just too lazy to care about either of those things and many more. But I am vain enough to attempt regular exercise and watch what I eat. It's like there are thresholds of vanity. When they're crossed, I spring into action. 'Till then, it all can just go to the birds.

The more I think about it, the more I tend to think that we all have thresholds of vanity. Some are just noticeably higher (models) or lower (visit a walmart). I hope mine's at a healthy level. Sometimes I think I could beef up my game. Like when my mother yells at me for not bringing any make-up to wear. "I swear, Roger, some mothers have daughters who look like trannies, and I can't get my daughter to wear lip gloss!" In my defense, I do wear some make-up, occasionally. I just forget to pack it for trips sometimes. Okay, I'm really just too lazy to fool with make-up. I snared my man. I can now devote the effort to other things like cooking dinner. Listen, you can't have everything.

P.S. be sure to click on the word "trannies" above. It's worth it.