• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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Reality bites. But does it have to?

You know when you stumble across a blog post that completely rocks your world?  & it’s sweet because the owner of said blog probably doesn’t even comprehend the magnitude at which she may or may not have just changed your life.  By a few paragraphs, a few thoughts, & penning it all down on the [...]

You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me.

Nate & I have realized pretty quickly that we’re nearing that time.  That time when nothing we say is sacred or safe.  That time when Harrison begins repeating everything.  He has “hey” down pat.  Along with nana, momma, dada, & some form of “no” for Tuck (ha!) & it won’t be too long until “arsehole” [...]

UNCLE, or more appropriately titled, What Real Estate Has Taught Me.

About two months ago, we decided to try our luck at this dismal economy & put our house on the market.  No real pressure, but just to see if it would sell so that we could move in closer to our jobs & therefore steal back another hour & a half out of our day [...]

Rock bottom.

I went for a walk tonight.  I had such a good day today emotionally that I just knew I had to walk for therapy.  So I hit the pavement at twilight with the cool air & setting sun.  My iPod was dead.  It was a blessing to just hear my breathing & padding footsteps. & [...]

Great Expectations.

As a blogger/writer/whatever you want to call me as long as it’s nice, I get a lot of inspiration from other bloggers.  What they say, what they’re feeling.  When they’re strong enough to step forward, it oddly gives me a sense of strength.  & AllisonO hit the nail on the head of something that’s been [...]

How I Spent My Spring Break.

Remember those God-awful essays in school?  SO boring & pointless.  Because you’d drone on & on about the pool and tulips & bonding with your mother when in reality, you spent your spring break on your period, hating the world until you were TRIPLE-DOG-DARED to make-out with Brace-face Brian behind the bushes outside the tennis [...]

Desperate housework.

I cannot do everything.  ugh.  I hate admitting that.  I like to pretend that I wear this SuperMom cape that leaps mountains with a single bound, but really, I’m just sort of skirting around them. Hey, guess what?  I’m human.  I can’t spin the world on my pinky.  I can’t be a working mother & [...]

Peeing in your face with your pants on the ground.

Last night, we had swim class.  Duh. side note: I change into my swimsuit in my office.  Dear Security – please, please be joking about the occasional hidden camera in offices. Since we carpool, The Momma takes Harrison & I over to class & Nate meets us there after he gets off work.  & to [...]

M. Stew had no idea what her poms could symbolize.

When I was a mere 14 years old, still biting my lip over being an entire foot taller than the majority of my peers, my English teacher requested that we write an essay about “love” as a nod to the impending February 14th. What is true love? Pretty abstract for a group of high school [...]

Someone should probably nominate me for a date with Clinton & Stacy.

You know those folks that have an incredibly innate, natural, check-out-how-cool-&-creative-I-am style about them? I am so NOT one of those people.  On the other hand, if I have any redeeming quality, it is probably my lack of denial over my lack of style ability.  It took me until I was well out of college [...]