I vant to suck your blood.....

Hey there blogging world. It's been awhile since I have posted anything, so I decided to sit and write about my current obsession...which is vampires. Seriously? What is so awesome about vampires? I have a theory.

Story
After dragging my feet and digging in my heels about reading the dreaded Twilight book series, I was sitting in a preview for some chick flick...the name escapes me at the moment...what was? Oh man, now it's going to bug me...ah! The Proposal! (thanks Jamie) Anyway, there I was, unassuming, ready to see me some Ryan Reynolds, I am about 6 months pregnant, and BAM!!! A preview for New Moon. I rolled my eyes as my friends were kind of excited and all the females in the theater were silently gushing over Edward, and then Voila! (Lot's on exclamations here) Dear sweet Taylor Lautner morphs into a werewolf. Hook. Line. And sinker. Hormones a ragin, and I secretly made myself a deal to read the books before going to see the film.
So like a good junkie ready for their next fix, I snuck to Wal-mart. I used my personal debit card, the one for stupid purchases like candy and giant mugs of soda, and bought myself Twilight. Shameful. Then I snuck it into work and read almost the entire thing in that day. Seriously. I ate that book up like a fat kid left alone in a room with an entire chocolate cake. Ahhhh it was good too. Nothing like teen romance with a hot (undead) bad boy to get a girl going. The worst part was that I couldn't WAIT to gush to someone, anyone about the damn book. So I finished it, and then snuck back to Wal-mart and bought the 2nd book. I told the 17 year old male cashier, who was looking at me like I was some Twihard freak with I Heart Edward tattooed on my forehead, that it was a gift for someone. I don't have time to read such garbage. (ha!! lying to people about addiction...hmmm junkie.) And so my week long binge progressed. Scott laughed and me and I made him swear on his life that he wouldn't tell his mom or sister or my mom or sister because I would beat him within an inch of his life...pregnant or not. I must have looked crazy and scary because he agreed to keep my dirty little secret. I saw that damn movie 5 times. YES 5 TIMES. I can't believe I am sharing this information. I don't know why I saw it that many times. Maybe it was the hormones (nice try) or maybe it was the fact that Taylor Lautner is just downright hot (shirt optional), who knows but such became my obsession with the vamp culture phenomenon.

Story #2
So after reading the Twilight Saga 2 times, I had the Sookie Stackhouse series recommended to me on a few occasions by a couple of friends. Since I got my AWESOME Kindle for Christmas (thanks again, babe) I downloaded a sample, read some of it and decided it was ok, then didn't finish the sample. Well, I was in desperate need to read something besides our book club book, The Historian, because frankly it was scaring the crap out of me, so I finished my sample of Dead Until Dark. Hooked. Again. Man, do I have (blood)sucker written all over me, or what? Needless to say, I have now begun book 6 out of 10, and this is only my 2nd week of reading the series...wow. Weird to see it out there like that.

Theory (I said I had one, remember?)
Vampires are seductive. They are magical. They are strong, sexy, gorgeous and let's not forget the ever attractive trait for narcissistic people, immortal. The idea of immortality may not be just for the self loving. I have heard on Oprah from the "TwiMoms" that their obsession with Twilight is that it reminds them of young and reckless love. It reminds them of how first love was and it takes them back. Mmmmkay, but you are 40+ and these boys are 20-, but who am I to judge? I think that the obsession stems from a lack of mystery in our everyday lives. We married, or attached women who have children have lost our mystery to our men. We would love to be brooded over, pined for, worshiped for the goddess we are and so on, but in the real world, we are someone our partners know inside and out. Just because they may not give us lavish gifts, or stare at us while we sleep all night (um, creepy) doesn't mean that they don't appreciate what a wonderful part of their life we are. But it's still kinda nice to picture some sexy stalker out there in the dark somewhere (or sparkling like a damn dance costume) lusting after us. We may be mom, girlfriend, or wifey, but we aren't dead...

*For the record, I prefer the Wolves to the Vamps...if we are talking mystical beings... ;)