2011 February 18 | Heir to Blair

Excuse me. I need to go buy a sports car & dye my hair & get a tattoo.

18 Feb posted by heirtoblair

Today, I got an invitation to a Pull Ups Party.

Obviously, Harrison is nowhere near ready for potty training. That’s not my issue with this. & b) it seemed like a pretty rockin’ time for a toddler, complete with potty-training excitement, candy, & videos. The theme of the party isn’t my issue, either.

But y’all. I got an invitation to a potty-training party in my inbox. What was once flooded with sorority tshirt mock-ups & date party bus assignments is now full of Baby Gap orders & birthday invitations & a 10-deep email thread on how we can get our pregnant friend to poop. (yes, that email is actually happening) WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE?! WHEN DID POOP BECOME CASUAL CONVERSATION?! (answer: october 14, 2009)

It’s like how I don’t know whether I need wrinkle cream or Clean & Clear. Should I be reading Twilight or Oprah’s Book Club? Do I order a Cosmopolitan or straight whisky?

I’m having a quarter-life crisis.

Please excuse me while I go buy Anthropologie & Depends.

HeirtoBlair500x150 v41 Excuse me. I need to go buy a sports car & dye my hair & get a tattoo.

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Filed Under: Adult Club, All about BA, I have real-life friends, Life in General, Never Have I Ever

The blog roll has arrived.

18 Feb posted by heirtoblair

I’ve always shied away from making a blog roll for one reason:

feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings.

I just don’t want anyone to feel left out. At all.

But the resounding sound around Twitter was that YES! you would like to see where I find inspiration & love & community. So without further ado, here is my blog roll full of favorites.

I’ve organized them alphabetically (I hope, oh boy, am I rusty!) & wrote a little description under each one so you can get an idea before you even click over. Also, I added a blog classification & whether or not I actually roll with this gal in real life. (p.s. if you’re pissed about your blog classification, simmer. it’s not life or death.)

I find new stuff every day, so check back as I update & be sure to visit folks to say “hey.”

Filed Under: blog crap, I have real-life friends, Stuff I Love

Can I have the digits that will telephonetically connect me to you?

18 Feb posted by heirtoblair

Last weekend while Nate was out of town golfing, Harrison & I met up with my buddy Shannon & her little boy for a breakfast play date at Chick-fil-A. Harrison & his pal had a wonderful time in the play area, spinning the wheel, pointing out the animals, & just basically being wild guys. I was half-expecting them to tap a keg & start jumping off the roof into the swimming pool, they were having that awesome of a time.

Then a little girl with a bob haircut walked in with her daddy. She began spinning the wheel, smiling over at the boys & Harrison…well, he fell in love. Stars in his eyes, his entire face lit up & he toddled over to her. She quickly turned her back to him, but the damage was already done & my sweet boy wrapped his chubby little arms around her in a hug.

She glared over her shoulder, stalked a few paces to the left. But Harry was not to be deterred & he followed her, arms outstretched. With a smile, he wrapped his arms around her again & laid his head on her shoulder.

“Daddy!” she shrieked. “That boy won’t stop touching me!”

darrel 300x225 Can I have the digits that will telephonetically connect me to you? This is where Shannon & I promptly lost our shit & laughed so hard that we had tears rolling down our faces. Because this little girl is desperately trying to get away & my clueless little 16-month-old with no social skills is practically tripping over his velcro Nikes to get to her. Just to give her a hug, which would be totally sweet if he weren’t being kind of creepy about it.