So every once in a while I look at my blog and think, "well.. I could probably write about how last night when I was taking a 40 minute shower the smoke alarm went off.. and I fell out.." or, "I could write about how yesterday when Chris and I were walking into our apartment, our neighbor leaned out his door, gave us a little wave, and then threw up all over his patio."
And then I hit myself in the face. Because those ideas are gay. What happened to my blogging self?! My life happened.
And I will be the FIRST to say that there is not one thing in this world better than being married (other than Mint Oreo Fudge Creme cookies. Just kidding, kinda). But my other problem is that I definitely have no desire to be the girl who makes my life seem like a fairy tale. Like I have no problems whatsoever, my husband is a perfect GQ model who makes 8 million dollars, I got to the gym everyday, I make the most adorable crafts weekly, sewed all my new cushions, YOU KNOW what kind of people I'm talking about. And then there are people on the opposite side of the spectrum who, "tell it how it is". Talking about how their life that seems perfect on the outside is actually pretty hard on the inside.. and how having a baby is actually pretty miserable, etc. Which most the time, I really appreciate those blogs and their blatant honesty. But I usually find myself feeling bad for those people.
My point is this, I feel like you have to drastically alter your blogging life upon marriage. And you have to be pretty creative. So that you don't end up writing about your neighbor with the stomach flu.. or heaven forbid, try to become a photographer.
But I really want to be able to look at this blog and remember my memories with Chris. So bear with me while I try to find my new writing knack for the simplicity of the married life :)
And guess what? I'm not going into radiology anymore. Consider this my public debut. Life dream=epic fail.