Work friends

Guys,

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 β€οΈβ˜€οΈ

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Facts about me πŸ’žπŸ’ž

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 πŸ’‹

Blaire πŸ’žπŸ’ž

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Does this make me an adult?

The past few days I’ve felt like I’ve been constantly shitted on. No matter how hard I try, no matter how nice I am, someone has something hateful to say. Ya know what, fuck that.

Stop being an asshole to people. Stop making people feel like they don’t matter. Stop talking about people behind their backs. Stop being a jerk, just stop.

I decided I was going to come home from work and drink vodka cranberries– lots of vodka, splash of cranberry.

Here’s where the magic happened… I resisted. Instead of drowning myself in cheap vodka, I had frozen yogurt with chocolate chips. Does this make me an adult? I feel like it does.

Still might turn to the vodka.

Blaire πŸ’›

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Leave him.

I saw this meme on the internet today and i loved it. It’s 100% accurate. Women do this all the time. They know he hasn’t changed and they still go crawling back. WHY. If there’s any doubt about the man you’re seeing, WALK AWAY. Matter of fact, SPRINT AWAY. Don’t waste your time on a scrub.

I sent this meme to my friend because I thought it would empower her….. instead, she sent me a text back that said, “well, the couple in the photo looks happy.” Y’all, she’s serious.

Can’t teach these women anything.

Ughh,

Blaire πŸ’žβ˜€οΈ

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Rain, rain go away.

It has been raining here for what feels like years. I loathe the rain. It’s terrible. It brings down my mood, I suck at driving in it, and it might as well be snowing if it’s gonna rain in the winter.

Last night a guy at the bar was trying to hit on my friend and I heard him say “I’ve really missed the rain.” I turn around quick because I immediately assume he must be a crazy creeper. Then he said, “I’ve been in the desert deployed for awhile and I haven’t seen rain since the day I left the USA.”

Then I felt like an asshole. I’ve been walking around with a gloomy attitude because of the dreary rain while this guy sits in the Middle East and misses the rain.

This random at the bar helped me put my life into perspective. So, I guess I’m good with rain now.. basically.

(Secretly praying for sunshine)

Blaire πŸ’ž

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I’m always right #hypochondria

Well, it’s official. My hypochondriac ways finally paid off.

Remember my blog about the spot on my head that the doctor and my husband felt was a mole? Remember me telling those ding dongs that i felt it was something more? Remember me having it removed against their advice? Remember their judgmental ass looks when I stated that I really felt something was wrong??

Well guess the fuck what? IT WAS A TUMOR. Yes, read that twice. A. FUCKING. TUMOR.

Pardon my language y’all, but this is a serious ass matter. That tumor could have caused me a lot of issues. But, I knew it. I knew it was bad. I know my body. I know me, mother fuckers.

I waited for my husband to come home from work and I yelled β€œI WAS RIGHT. I’M ALWAYS RIGHT!” Then I bent over so he could kiss my cute little ass.

Kisses.

Blaire πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

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What’s in the cookies?!

Today I went over to my parent’s house for dinner. This is a rarity, so they really tried to make it nice.

When i walk into the house, I see fresh baked peanut butter cookies on the stove. YUM. Without asking, i dig right in. The cookies are slap-your-grandma delicious! I can’t get enough of them. Once I’m about 3 cookies deep, my brother starts laughing. He’s like, “hahaha, mom, tell her what’s in them.”

And I’m immediately livid because I’m thinking they put something real stupid in these cookies. I tell them that I will be pissed if they put weed in the cookies because i have a real job that simply isn’t cool with that.

They continue to laugh & my mind continues to race. What the heck is in these cookies??

Apparently, they ran out of milk when making the cookies and decided to add Dunkin’ Donuts creamer instead. No harm, no foul. The cookies were delicious.

I hope they run out of milk from here on out.

Blaire πŸͺ

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