Blog About Your Baller! Check Out This Chick's Story

Blogging about your baller can make you and him "famous" or at least be candidates for a book deal. You can even keep him mysterious or unseen. But in this white chick's case, she's letting everyone know how well she is living under the guise of doing it for the love. We know why she's really doing it! Her ass is bored sitting home with all that money, honey. Also, she bagged her baller when she was his personal trainer. (If you can't train, join a high end gym). Read and learn ladies, check what she's talking about, could your life be like this? She also didn't trip about him being "older" either. Older men is where it's at! .... Don't have a baller? Blog about your quest for one; you never know who's reading! See whole article here--http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/15/fashion/15melissa.html?_r=1&ref=style&oref=slogin. Excerpt below:

When Old Money Marries New Media

MELISSA C. MORRIS was weighing her words carefully. The society wife, whose two-and-half-year-old blog about her rarefied life has garnered a devoted and growing readership, wanted to be sure nothing she said could be taken the wrong way. Over espresso at a restaurant near her Manhattan apartment, she said that, on the Internet and in life, “I focus on the positive. I like to keep things lighthearted.”

Using a medium that often portrays women of her milieu as spoiled backstabbers, Mrs. Morris offers a rare perspective of New York society on her blog, May December, named in part because of the 30-year age gap between her and her husband. The defunct Socialite Rank once passed harsh judgment over the social ambitions of young Manhattan swells like Mrs. Morris, but it and other socialite observer blogs are generally written by outsiders (in the case of Park Avenue Peerage, a college student in Illinois). But Mrs. Morris, 28, not only lives the life of galas, country houses and world travel, but reports on it in posts utterly free of snark.

Nowhere on May December (melissacmorris.com) will a reader find salacious gossip or compromising party photos. Instead, in posts written with all the propriety of a thank-you note on Mrs. John L. Strong stationery, she shares a recipe for beef stroganoff and snapshots from a family wedding in Nashville, and seeks help in settling a friendly dispute with her husband.

In a post titled, “A Tale of Two Dishwashers,” she wrote, “When we renovated part of our kitchen we added a butler’s pantry (don’t get too excited, there’s just me and no butler in sight, so technically this room should be renamed Mel’s pantry).”

She compared the merits of a new appliance in the pantry with the older model still in the kitchen, and said she and her husband disagreed about which one was better. “So, blog readers, what say you,” she wrote, “dishwasher with the silverware rack up top or dishwasher with the silverware basket?” (In a follow-up post, she said she preferred the basket.)

She could be any housewife — her preferred descriptor — except her homes are on the Upper East Side and in New Canaan, Conn. (where the Mieles in question are). Her husband is Alfred Hennen Morris, 58, known as Chappy, whose ancestors settled New York and helped draft the United States Constitution. And included among friends in those wedding candids is “Senator Bill,” as in Bill Frist, the former Senate majority leader.

The juxtaposition of the mundane and the glamorous, provided by a woman who wears her glasses to charity galas and prefers preppy togs to high fashion, nets May December 40,000 hits a month. “There’s nothing too deep about her life, but it’s kind of neat to keep up with her,” said Nina Theiss, a Minneapolis stock trader and reader.

The pink-and-green blog is illustrated with close-up details of the Morrises’ life: their Christmas cards, a picture of a brick wall by their Connecticut driveway after a garbage truck hit it. A popular feature is “Monty Monday,” in which Mrs. Morris showcases her pet Italian greyhound, Monty, playing fetch or dressed as a chicken for Halloween.

Another recurring cast member is Mr. Morris, a fixture on the Upper East Side party circuit. For the blog, his wife once photographed him in the Park Avenue window display of Scully & Scully, the home furnishings boutique, trying out a desk chair.

“I think he substantially brightens up the display,” she wrote.

The former Melissa Catherine Stanley married in May 2006, after the two had been dating for five years. The news of the engagement caused a small stir in the society pages. “Chappy was a really eligible bachelor,” said David Patrick Columbia, the editor of NewYorkSocialDiary.com, one of the few socialite chronicles online written by an insider. “He’s a very nice guy, likes women, has money, comes from a very old, real old, real authentic New York family, and had never been married before. A lot of women wanted to go out with him.”

And Mr. Morris obliged a number of them. “It’s no secret, I certainly had fun,” Mr. Morris said. Of his nine godchildren, four are the children of former girlfriends. But, he said: “Melissa’s cool with it. She’s not jealous. She’s friends with my exes. It’s in the past, all of that stuff.”

Mrs. Morris grew up in Short Hills, N.J., summered in New England and attended the Barclay Classes (“dance classes where you wear white gloves and learn about table manners,” she said). She met Mr. Morris in 2000 when she worked as his personal trainer. At the time she was dating the “RoboCop” star Peter Weller; Mr. Morris was dating Taylor Stein, the daughter of a nightclub owner. The two started out as friends. “I had no idea who he was,” Mrs. Morris said.