Tough Decisions

Guys, my blog is in trouble.

One, my domain name (is that what it's called? domain name?) is mariedavies.blogspot.com, but I am no longer Marie Davies, I am now Marie Davies Howick (legally, after much frustration, line-waiting, confusion, and yes, a publication in the Irish Echo, New York's very own shamrock-loving newspaper, circulation 15,833 [to legally change your name in New York you have to publish the name change in a newspaper and the Irish Echo was the cheapest. What. A. Joke.]). Anyway, back to the real problem, am I being disloyal to my husband to keep my blog in my maiden name? Or am I being a strong, independent, liberated woman of 2009? Yuck. Neither. But seriously guys what do I do?

Two, I no longer live in Provo. And "Manhattan-ing. Everyone Should Try It" sounds super pretentious. Because living in Manhattan is actually cool. With the current title of my blog, I am trying to be ironic, in case anyone missed that. But in light of the recent move, I am not sure how to proceed. As you can see, these issues are giving me a lot of angst.

Three, I never post in my blog anymore, because all I do is hang out with Brandon, which is awesome, but I don't think Brandon would like it if I posted stories about us all the time. I wouldn't like it either, because let's be honest, that just gets embarassing. But the thing is, after being around Brandon 24/7, I have realized he is significantly funnier than me, which deflates my motivation to blog because I feel like he would be a much more entertaining blogger. I know I just talked about how I would be cheesy and pathetic if I only talked about my husband but I just have to give you proof of how I am the less funny one of this relationship. Perfect example, writing Thank You cards for our wedding gifts. We agreed I would write the notes from my side, and Brandon would write the notes from his side. Mine were all sentimental and nice, which equalled boring and typical. Most of mine included, "We feel lucky to have received so much support and kindness during this exciting time of life." Sorry guys if you got a thank you card from me, that was in like every one. Brandon's notes were each different, and included gems like "Thank you for the Pottery Barn gift card. There is no limit to how much Marie can spend there, so it is much appreciated." "Thank you for your wedding gift. I am learning that neither New York, nor having a wife, is cheap, so it is much appreciated." "Thank you for the ice cream maker. Marie considers ice cream it's own food group, so I'm sure it will get a lot of use." "I appreciate your suggestion to get foot massages everyday in Asia. With your gift, I could have afforded 50 massages. Or probably another wife." Interestingly, many of them were at my expense. But the point was, they were ALL hilarious. I'm so annoyed to be the lame one in the relationship. Good thing I start my corporate-lawyer career on Monday. For sure I'll be hilarious after a few years of that job. I am doomed.

Anyway, here is a pic of our sweet new life in NYC. Our new apartment is above the Starbucks. For reference, we are at 67th and Columbus--next door to a Barnes and Noble, and Live with Regis and Kelly, one block away from Banana Republic and Pottery Barn, two blocks from Magnolia Bakery (unplanned, but incredible), oh and 2.5 blocks away from the temple. And one block from Central Park. True.