• 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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8 months.

I know that we can be so amazing & baby, your love is gonna change me & now I can see every possibility… ~Micheal Buble Dear Harrison, Three-fourths two thirds of a year have flown by & I can barely believe it.  They say that time speeds up as you grow older & believe me, [...]

Blogging DANGEROUSLY. God, I love her name.

Y’all, this is “Kit.”   & I love her.  She writes Blogging Dangerously, one of the most hilarious, irreverent, no-gloves blogs I have ever read in my life.  She likes to write about sex, but she’s writing on a more serious note today.  But if you’d like to read about her college flings, married sex, & [...]

Let Dad kick-back with a six-pack.

I was STUMPED to as to what to get for Nate for Father’s Day.  Then after talking to my Jockey girls (::fist pump::), we decided it would be awesome to stock up some lucky folks with new shirts for their man.  Because there is nothing more gross than old undershirts with yellow pit stains.  Anyway, [...]

Thirty-One.

Giveaway is CLOSED!  But the trunk show is open until May 9, 2010! ________________________________ Trunk show!   With a giveaway!  Oh, wait.  That’s right.  People don’t like those anymore, huh? So if you hate giveaways, back out slowly.  If you want to win free stuff, keep reading. Jen from Thirty-One brands is allowing me to host [...]

Why we hand our hard-earned money over for American jailbait music.

I have terrible, predictable taste in music & that is putting it kindly.  For years, I didn’t believe it got any better than old-school Britney Spears & to this day, I still have moments when I’m sure the Brit-ster & I would be BFF.  My husband, Nate, has excellent taste in music.  In college, his [...]

ZOMG.

Nate is starting to get really feisty as he grieves for Harpie. In response to another insensitive comment from my coirker, aka Crotch Fleas, he responded: “Tell her to put a cork in her ass so she’ll finally talk out of her mouth for once.” I had to grab my inhaler because I was laughing [...]

I Hate Pads Club.

Looks like my vagina has decided to stop being a war zone. After 15 days of bleeding like a murder victim, today was spotless which means I can officially stop strapping a flotation device into my panties. I doubt Always with Wings was Victoria’s secret. Tomorrow is our follow-up appointment with the OB…I’m not sure [...]

A cautionary tale.

My one piece of inappropriate advice, laced with bitterness? Watch your weight in the first trimester. A lot of girls that have suffered miscarriage will tell you to wait until 13 weeks to share the news, or not get attached to your baby, or not to buy anything baby-related until you are about to pop. [...]

The answer to the poll? C. A big cup of caffeinated coffee. Pre-Harpie, I practically injected 4 cups of coffee into my veins every morning, so this was such a treat. I can taste the difference of decaf & I am not crazy about the chemicals, so I pretty much dropped the coffee habit in [...]

Plop.

This post is going to be 50% funny and 50% disgusting. Or maybe it’s 30% funny and 70% disgusting. I suppose it depends on your ‘tude, but my buddy Lala and I laughed over this for a good 5 minutes this afternoon, so I decided to regale my readers with this tale. Mmmkay, those of [...]