I’m obsessed with memes 

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m obsessed with memes. I spend an obnoxious amount of time each day scrolling the Internet looking for the best memes. I then screenshot them and send them to all of my friends. Here are a few of my favorite from this week 💛


Love always, 



My workout rewards are flawed 

My main issue with working out is that I like to reward myself for a job well done. I know what you’re thinking, rewards are good because they will keep me motivated. You’re absolutely right. Well, you would be if I didn’t use a flawed reward system. 

Here’s 3 examples of how I fail at working out.

1) Yesterday, I completed a cardio workout on my treadmill and a kickboxing workout video. Afterwards, I jumped in my car and drove to Chick-fil-A. I ordered a number one with no pickles and a sweet tea. I remembered my great workout and found myself saying, “make that a large combo!” 

2) I woke up early on Monday to complete a work out. I reached my calorie burn goal for the day immediately following the work out, therefore I sat on my couch the rest of the day and watched Grey’s Anatomy reruns. 

3) Today, I completed an intense cardio workout, walked a mile, and did 50 squats and 50 sit ups. Now I feel like I should have tomorrow off since I did such a good job.

The struggle is real. 

Accept me for me,

Typical Blaire 💛


What the heart wants ❤️

For starters, I wasn’t really that wild as an adolescent. Mainly because I was afraid of how my parents would react if I put even my pinky toe out of line. I figured they’d ship me off to boarding school, or the Christian Academy down the street like they threatened to do on a regular basis.

But, let’s face it, a girl can only stay well-behaved for so long at 15. I started to become attracted to the bad boys. I think it was because I thought they were everything I wasn’t or perhaps it was their hot attitude problems. Whatever it was, I ended up dating a guy named Franklin who was an absolute bad boy.
We were, uhh, quite the match. I got great grades and he beat up boys that looked in my direction too long. I went to field hockey practice and he smoked weed in the woods nearby. It was all fun and games till Franklin caught a felony and found himself in jail and then on house arrest.

Fast forward 10 years and now I’m married to a super attractive, loving cop named Ricky. Ricky follows the rules, obsesses over me, and stays calm in all situations. My 15 year old self never saw this shit coming and honestly, nor did I.

The heart wants what it wants,

Blaire 👮🏼❤️


Hello, 2017 💜

I’ve been to loud rowdy clubs, I’ve danced on bars, and I’ve stayed long after last call. But now I’m 26 and I’m starting to get my life together, sorta.

This year I made the super mature decision to have a group of friends over with a variety of liquors that created an awesome night that I’ll never remember. && I’m more than okay with that.

From the comfort of my kitchen table, I was able to consume trashy shots, laugh till my stomach hurt, and enjoy the last bit of 2016 with the best people you’ll ever met.

2017, give me all you’ve got.

Blaire 🌸