Heart surgery

Life is sucking.

My dad had triple bypass surgery. It was supposed to be a 3-6 hour procedure with a few days stay in the hospital after to insure stability. Easy. Nothing too terrible. The internet said his chances of survival were 99%. I wasn’t worried.

You guys, we are on day 11 in the ICU. My dad is on life support. How could this happen? How can life change so quickly?

We are told he could still make a full recovery, but that just doesn’t feel likely.

Live your lives. Take that trip you’ve always wanted to take. Go fishing. Enjoy your life, it’s not promised.

More later,



Summer sunshine ☀️💛

Summer is my favorite. I love the feeling of the sun soaking my skin. I love splashing in the pool & hanging out with friends.

For now, I’ll sit in my office & dream of being at the beach.

Come on weekend. Get here.

Blaire 💋


Work friends


I don’t have work friends. Don’t get me wrong, I talk to people at work. In fact, I’d say I’m super likable at work. The issue is that I like to keep my personal life & work life separate.

I guess it’s because people meet me and assume a lot about me. I’m super optimistic, happy, and ready to take on problems head on. People automatically assume that I had the perfect upbringing and that I live the perfect life. And, honestly, I like them thinking that.

That being said, I met someone at work that I might actually like enough to be a friend with. Haven’t quite decided yet. Y’all know I’m complicated.

Mucho love.

Blaire ❤️☀️


The freckle that tried to ruin my life

A month or so ago, my husband stated that i had a new freckle. He said it was a bad sign and I should have it checked out right away. I responded, “it’s a freckle, don’t be paranoid.”

To my dismay, the freckle turned black. My husband was quick to tell me that it must be cancer and I was quick to roll my eyes.

My husband was persistent. In fact, I only went to the dermatologist about the freckle because he annoyed me into it. He literally tried to drive me crazy about this freckle. Not to worry, didn’t work. After all, it’s hard to drive a crazy person crazy.

The biopsy results came back that the freckle was severely atypical. That’s sort of how my life always goes. && that’s when it hit me, this little tiny, seemingly insignificant, freckle was trying to ruin my life. WHY ME, FRECKLE? Why.

They cut out the freckle and the surrounding tissue. My husband said it looked like they cut out a piece of chicken and they sewed me back up. Yes, he stood right over the doctor while she operated. Yes, I did opt for the anti-anxiety meds prior to surgery. I didn’t even realize when they started cutting. Yolo.

My stitches come out Thursday. Until then, I’m a couch potato that can’t stop eating Girl Scout cookies.

Fuck atypical freckles❤️



New Year’s Resolution= half complete 🐴💞

I went horseback riding today. Honestly, kinda anticlimactic. I think I watched too many old cowboy shows growing up. In my head they were going to give me a lasso and cowgirl boots and leave me in the wilderness till morning.

Instead, I rode a fat horse around in a circle on a field of dead grass.

Did I mention my fat horse was disorderly? Her hobbies included eating in the middle of the tour and smelling the poop of all the other horses. How typical.

I think the horse knew I was considering a 3 star review because she suddenly started sprinting and I swear to God I almost fell right off the damn horse. Fatty could run! I simply didn’t see that coming. She truly provided the kind of adventure I was seeking.

All in all, it was a great time.

Blaire 🐴💋


Facts about me 💞💞

Random facts about me:

1) I only like tight hugs

2) chocolate makes every day better

3) I dislike watching violent movies

4) I admire bilingual people

5) I avoid hostile people

6) going to bed early is my hobby

7) I only like snow because it gets me out of work

8) left turns freak me out

9) I have a fear of being robbed in the morning when I get in my car to go to work

10) I’ll always sleep with my stuffed animals

That’s me 💋

Blaire 💞💞