Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

I asked my mom what she wanted for Mother’s Day this year and her only request was that sarahnielson.com not show up as a top search result for medical grade vibrators.

Seriously, what kind of request is that? But whatever, she’s my mother (and in spite of her words actually being the reason for said search result) so I’ll do my best to honor her wishes. From this point on my snark will no longer be found on this site, but rather over at the new blog: Wit & Charm. This feed will forward, but do me a favor and update your feed.

***NOTE: My mom didn’t actually make that request, but of course I’m going to print this post and include it with her real gift and try to convince her she did. It’ll be fun to watch her shake her head in fake disgust.

It’s no secret I adore nerdy men. After dating a few too many jocks in my early 20’s, I wanted someone who was smart, well-read, enjoyed indie films, appreciated coffee that wasn’t Folgers, and most importantly someone with a normal neck circumference.

Chris, and his normal neck size, was a perfect choice. PLUS he designs and builds websites for a living, which is uber nerdy.

I totally scored, right? Right! Except for one small thing…he isn’t the biggest fan of this website’s back-end (teeheehee, yes I’m 12.), which I haven’t kept updated and it runs really, really slow.

Now that I’ve promised myself I’d start actually blogging on here, it’s time for an update. In the next couple of days there will be a brand spanking new website, along with a post detailing the many arguments we’ve had about the design. Which, much like sarcasm, is fun for everyone!

Saturday night Chris and I went to a friend’s house for the evening, where he regaled us with Rosie Finlinson stories.

She’s absolutely the worst dog at night; if she’s on the floor she wants in bed with us. If she’s in bed with us, she wants us awake and does everything she can to make it happen.

In hopes of getting our friends to truly understand what we deal with each night, we act out the scene.

You really have to watch this video to feel our pain. –> Chris as Rosie Finlinson

Chris knew what he was getting himself into by marrying me. We’d been friends for a few years before dating, and we lived together for months before he proposed. Yet sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he’s really ready for a lifetime of my shit.

Case in point, we were talking about technology and entertainment a few days ago when he said, “I can’t believe Blockbuster is still around. How is that possible?” To which I replied, “I can’t believe I haven’t had sex with Wolf Blitzer yet.”

Well, maybe he IS ready for a lifetime of my shit because now that I think about it, my comment didn’t phase him and he continued talking about technology, and probably space. I’m not so sure, because I was too busy wondering what kind of stamina Wolf had to actually listen to him.

This blog holds so many dating/relationship stories, and I’m so glad I have it. Sadly it doesn’t chronicle anything from my most recent relationship. The relationship that matters the most…. with Chris, you know that guy I MARRIED!

I was so busy falling madly in love, that I sort of forgot to write everything down. Sure there are tweets and Facebook updates, but that’s not the same. Oh and there’s our wedding blog, but that doesn’t begin to cover the awesomeness that was dating Chris.

So now, I am forcing myself to start blogging again. Who cares that I lost my creative mojo, it’s time to start writing again. I’ll find my mojo… or I won’t, either way I want to remember life shit.