how to potentially be a big slut

about a month ago, "the list" was brought up at dinner with my family. you know, the list of 5 people you can cheat on your significant other with if given the opportunity? well my mom, bless her heart, had never heard of this. so hers is sean connery in all 5 spots. haha what a ham.

i, not being in a relationship, had not made a list. well after this dinner, i decided to make one. also, again, not being in a relationship, i took the liberty to expand that list to encompass many more than 5. don't judge. here it is, in no particular order:

musicians:

Adam Levine

Drake

Garrett Hedlund (in this category bc of his accent and the fact that he can sing)

athletes:

Miles Austin

Mark Kanemura

Robert Roldan

Neil Haskell

actors:

Ryan Reynolds

Adam Brody

Matthew Gray Gubler

Alex O' Loughlin

John Krasinski

Ryan Gosling

Matt Bomer

silver foxes:

Anderson Cooper

John Slattery

chefs:

Curtis Stone

so there it is! a whooooooole lot of yumminess :)

-blur.

how to confront six months of built up emotion

oops.
didn't intend to not blog for six months. not that i didn't have anything to write about. it was more of, well, avoiding it.

hi.
my name is blair, and i'm an avoider.
an avoider of the grocery store, confrontations, my ex roommate, politics, and showing emotion. well here is me, confronting an emotion.


in may, i graduated college after 4 incredible years of learning, growing, and maturing. 4 years of becoming independent and developing the best friendships with truly amazing people. i wouldn't trade those years for anything, but in all honesty graduation was the worst day of my life. i've never cried so much in my life, hell i'm tearing up just writing this. i mean i knew my college years were coming to a close, but i was completely blindsided by the devastation i felt.
it has literally taken me more than 6 months to write about this and it's still terribly uncomfortable and makes my heart ache.

well, after graduation i started my new job right away, thank goodness. it gave me zero time to think about what had just happened. perfect for my avoiding personality! i was one of the lucky few who had secured a job in my field before graduation (i'm the assistant interior designer at LeSueur Interiors - check it out!). well i loooooovvveeeeddd everything about it. i still feel so thankful everyday that God led me to what i meant to do and afforded me the opportunities to get there.
so, i worked for three weeks, then went to vegas (happy graduation to me!), then back to work. mid july, work slowed, and that gave me a lot of time to just sit. i'm fairly certain i suffered a spout of post grad depression. i never told anyone, well until now. i felt awful about things off and on until about october, then after endless prayer, it thankfully, slowly evaporated. don't get me wrong, there are still days i'm still a little bummed about things, but who doesn't have those feelings every now and again?

so there, it's out. that's what i've been avoiding and why i haven't been writing. (and i'm sorry for any typos/not making complete since, bc i can't bring myself to read back through it.)
but now that it's out, i feel better. naked and vulnerable, but better.


-blur.

ps this was probably not the best thing to write while on my period! way too emotional.

how to completely neglect your blog

final projects/tests/papers
pack up a house you've lived in for two years
try and soak up as much of waco as possible with the roomies you've come to love
graduation
start a job the monday after the friday you graduate
vegas
reacclimate to living in your hometown that you thought you'd never move back to
workworkwork


so that's how/why i've been gone for quite some time!
i'm going to try to blog with more consistency.



-blur.

htrpmo - profession edition

how to really piss me off today? be and/or support this lady: she is a proponent of deregulation of the commercial interior design profession in florida, citing that regulation chokes competition and designers' freedom. please. first. you posed for a picture for the wall street journal wearing

HOT. PINK. BOXING. GLOVES.

i already don't trust your judgment/credentials/whathaveyou.

but honestly, to an extent, i understand not absolutely having to have a license to practice residential design, but commercial? really? the aim of the interior design profession is to protect the health, safety, and welfare of the public. you get someone not educated or experienced leading a project in a commercial space, there's a good chance they will select improper materials because they don't know/haven't studied codes/fire/ADA/etc guidelines. then, chances are, your building won't pass code inspection. if on the off chance it does pass, if disaster happens, the materials/furnishings/layout aren't going to help your cause or the people inside that have no idea you hired someone with no legitimate knowledge on the subject of designing a space.

i'm not sure how this lady's "organization" (the interior design protection council) got my email address, but she did. and she sent me, and i'm sure many other design students, an email directing me to her website to "learn the truth that they don't teach me in school". i gave her the "blair look". i then continued to read and saw that i could donate to the cause. i then laughed at her. again.

bologna. whatascam.

-a really worked up blur.

how to let karma come around and ruin chances of having any sort of love life

remember when i told y'all here about how the women in my family tend to be real ball busters? well i've been thinking about it lately. and i think i used it all up in my early years.
allow me to explain with a few examples:

preschool:
i was proposed to. my best friend and i were on the playground, swinging, and this boy in my class came up to me and just layed it out on the line. i, of course, turned him down. i told him i was too busy. what i had going on i have no idea. what four year old says that?

5th or 6th grade:
a guy called me and asked me to be his homecoming date. i said no. then hung up the phone. again, who does that? AND i don't think i ever apologized.

to a douche guy my sister dated:
(i don't remember how old i was at the time)
i saw his name on the caller id one day and answered, "what do you want?" it could have easily been his parents, but apparently, i didn't care. another time, i answered the door, looked at him, then walked away. without saying anything to him. what?

so. i feel like karma has definitely come back around to bite me. not that guys are outright rude to me, like i was to them, but you know what i mean. and not that i at all feel that i need a guy to validate my life, i just think it's a funny circle, and i'd like to do this:

sorry donovan schreiber, marty kolat, daniel cooper, and whoever else i was bitchy to.

blur.

p.s. actually. i'm not sorry to daniel. i still think you're a douche.

how to really piss me off - education edition

i know there are going to be numerous htrpmo posts, so i'm thinking it will be smart to categorize them.

my major, interior design, is unfortunately in the family and consumer sciences department at baylor. why? i don't know. while i fully support being well rounded and taking a variety of classes, i do not support borderline/full on MRS classes. there are a number of university required courses for my degree that have nothing to do with i.d.

my top three least favorites:

theories of family development

family and individual financial management

nutrition

last semester i had to take theories. TERRIBLE. one day we talked about mate selection.

mate. selection.

ummm what? really? well i thought those days were gone. apparently not.

in financial management, we talked not only about mate selection and how that relates to financial decisions, but then watched scenes from the notebook. yes ladies and gentlemen, i am a senior in college and my professor is showing scenes from the notebook.

then today, we filled out a worksheet estimating costs for having a child, from the moment you find you're pregnant. ok. i get it. most of us in the class will have a kid at one point or another. but come. on. are you kidding me (no pun intended)? i just spent an hour discussing the pros and cons of buying maternity clothes? timing your pregnancies to coincide with the seasons so as to not have to buy more maternity clothes? using cloth or disposable diapers? what vitamins are good?

hey.

news flash.

I AM NOT PREGNANT NOR CLOSE TO BECOMING PREGNANT

PLEASE. STOP. WASTING. MY. TIME.

this would be completely appropriate and highly suggested as a class/workshop for couples thinking about having a baby. since i am neither a couple nor thinking about having a baby, this activity is not applicable or appropriate.

to summarize: want to really piss me off? use my tuition money to "teach" me about selecting a husband and budgeting for a kid.

-blur.

p.s. the real kicker? this activity will be continued on friday (yay!) because apparently one day just isn't enough.

how to look like a fool doing something you've done for roughly twenty years.

so i've decided to change up the format of my posts. i named my blog "blair's blueprints", so i find it fitting to do "how to" posts, with a twist. it'll be a trial thing to see how i like it. so if you like it/hate it/think it's a terrible idea/etc let me know.

I've been walking pretty reliably for i don't know, 20+ years. it's been successful thus far, with the occasional trip, face plant, etc. welllll thursday i had a run in with one of our barstools. i thought it was gonna be the standard hour long ache/pain. but nope. not this time.

THIS happened instead:

the first picture - next morning

second - around 3 friday afternoon

third - i don't remember, but you get the point. AWFUL. i've never had my foot bruise like that before - in case you can't see in the pictures, the bruise goes alllll the way around the base of my pinky toe : / so, to get to the title... needless to say, due to this catastrophe, i developed a pimp walk/gangster lean/what have you.

to summarize: i. looked. a. fool. hobbling about.

blur.

p.s. - as of today, my toe still has the coloring of that tri-soap that comes out of a car wash, but my walking abilities have returned to normal.

superboob, i mean bowl.

today's superbowl experience has been interesting thus far....
neighbors playing baseball
last minute football food trip to ghetto heb
terrible commercials

hopefully glee will redeem the day.


but, even more interesting: my superbowl halftime experience in 2004.
it was my freshman year in high school, the superbowl was in houston, and the dance team and a few other student organizations had the opportunity to participate in half time festivities.
free concert/seeing celebs/important people/chance to be on tv?
well sign. me. up.
our job was to be the "audience/fans" by the stages while the artists performed. contrary to what one might think, a LOT of practice and planning goes into that aspect. yes... there were multiple practices to learn to be an "audience".
One practice was at a stadium in the middle of some super sketch neighborhood. we sat around for a long time, got sunburned, and got yelled at. fun.
Next practice was at reliant stadium. in the parking lot. in the rain. again, we sat around for quite some time and got yelled at with some power hungry mtv employee with a megaphone. then we stood in line for "lunch". which was either a sloppy joe or bar b que sandwich. it's hard to remember, but the styrofoam containers were sitting out in the rain and therefore, the rain infiltrated and ruined any chance of identifying/consuming lunch.
anyway, we got to watch the performers rehearse, so that was cool.
there might have been other practices, but i don't really remember. it must be post traumatic stress.
gameday -
we had to get there super early and we couldn't carry anything. welllll that's an issue when you're a diabetic. i have to at least have glucose tablets, so i carried a small bag with me.
walking in, an mtv employee stopped me and told me i couldn't have anything on me. i told her i was diabetic and unless she wanted me to potentially pass out, i needed to carry a few supplies. she told me that maybe i shouldn't be there. whatabitch. after stuffing things into everyone's pockets, we joined into the cattle herd being funneled into the stadium.
once inside, i saw a glimpse of jessica simpson, nearly tripped over the cords all over the field, and "enjoyed" p.diddy and nelly. i was on the opposite side of the field (probably being forced off already) of the infamous janet jackson boob flash.

to recap:
i got a sunburn in february
was told i shouldn't be somewhere bc i was diabetic
was yelled at to "fill in the holes" while in a parking lot in the rain
got herded like cattle
was on the field for the most rewatched moment in TiVo history (wikipedia)

so thank you mtv, for the worst experience possible, and the best story to tell.


-blur.