A Thank You Letter To The United Flight Attendant

Friday, May 29, 2015

Dear Flight Attendant from United Flight 6223,

I know you've been getting a bit of flack lately for your decision to remove a crying toddler and his seven months pregnant mother from your flight on Wednesday, but can I just be the first to say thank you?

I've been on a flight with a crying child (my niece! yikes!) and it was just awful. Easily one of the worst experiences of my entire life. If I had to think about all of the terrible things that have ever happened to me in my lifetime, riding on a plane with a screaming child for a few hours is probably number two. Number one is when I had a tumor in my toe in junior high and couldn't play basketball, but a crying baby on a plane is seriously a close second. A bad flight is something that haunts you forever.

You did the right thing by kicking off that child and his pregnant mother. As you noted, it was for the safety of the other passengers. I fear for my life when I board a plane and see a baby. It's just a chilling feeling to know I'm in the air with a creature so small who could lash out at any moment.

If you ask me, babies and pregnant women should be on the No Fly List. No questions asked. If they want to repopulate the earth that's fine, but they better not disrupt anyone else while doing it!

Furthermore, would I be out of line here if I suggested we stop letting old people fly as well?

Often times they fall asleep and their heavy breathing freaks me out. Sometimes they startle themselves awake and then they look around like they have no idea where they are. It's just a bit unsettling.

On the flip side, if they are awake they spend the entire time looking over your shoulder trying to spot swimming pools on the ground. That can't be safe for the passengers around them. What if they accidentally start peeing because they get confused and suddenly think they're in a pool? Like a crying a baby, it's just too much of a risk.

Like you said, it's all about keeping your passengers safe and comfortable.

Speaking of comfortable, have you ever considered kicking off minorities or people with disabilities? Being that I'm a woman, I know I'm technically a minority so I realize I'm kicking myself off here, but hey, occasionally I scream and throw fits so I'm probably a flight risk as well.

And since we're talking about screaming, sometimes intellectually disabled people get upset and start "acting out" too. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Get them off. It would be super annoying to interrupt a "normal" person or cause them to have an uncomfortable flight just because someone else can't calm down.

Because like pregnant mothers traveling alone with toddlers, disabled people have it way too easy in this life to be causing anyone else trouble for a few minutes. Am I right? Or am I right? If there's a bone to throw, these people don't need it!

Lastly, let's kick off the pilot too. It makes me uncomfortable when he says "good morning, passengers" when it's clearly the afternoon.

Thank you for being a wonderfully empathetic flight attendant and understanding that in no way did I take my above requests too far. I didn't go too far, just like you didn't go too far.

Girl Who Wants A Blanket Because Like My Feet Are Cold

Wet Hot Summer

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Tom’s of Maine for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

I know most people hate humid weather, but I actually love it. I could bask in it for hours upon hours.

I love the feeling of walking outside at 10 p.m. at night and it's just as hot and sticky as it was at 1:30 in the afternoon. I grew up in Nebraska where humidity is extremely high, so hot humid nights feel like my childhood summers.

I also love that feeling of being at a pool or lake all day and then coming home and crashing on the couch with a cold bowl ice cream or fruit while the sun tan from earlier penetrates your hot skin. That's a summer feeling to me. I cover myself with sunscreen and hats now unlike in my younger foolish teenage years, but I still can still feel the heat of a good summer day even without a terrible unhealthy sunburn.

I was that kid who spent every waking hour outside when the weather was nice. Likewise, I was also that kid who considered jumping in a lake or a pool a "bath." What I'm saying is I was probably that super smelly kid in the summer who refused to bathe. Don't worry, I've matured into a clean adult who pays a little more attention to my personal hygiene.

I'm kind of a fanatic about choosing the right type of deodorant that I use. I want to know what is in the product and also how the product was tested- i.e. if it was tested on animals I'm not going anywhere near it. I recently started using Tom’s of Maine natural deodorant. 
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Hope everyone has a great weekend! Comments has been turned off, get outside and enjoy summer!

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Women Aren't Funny

When I was little, I remember being in classrooms when the teachers would dismiss the boys for being loud and goofy in class because "boys will be boys." But the little girls (me) were supposed to be more quiet and reserved, and if we weren't we were told we were being "too hyper."

The message that sent: little girls aren't funny, they're hyper. Luckily I had a listening problem as a child, so that message went right over my head.

The first time I got the chance to show my comedic chops was in a play in 3rd grade. The two main parts were for boys. So I cross dressed and landed the role of "Tom." I wore a baseball cap and tucked my hair in a ponytail. Very Shakespearean of me I thought. I was later dismissed from the role when I changed most of the lines to give them more of a comedic draw, but that's neither here nor there at this point.

The point is (thanks to the people you see above) it doesn't bother me like it used to when people say women aren't funny. Because it's obviously bullshit. I wish I had a better way to put it than that, but I just don't. The women on this cover are as funny as it gets. And they're making the world laugh.

I can't tell you how excited I was to see this magazine cover. I literally just stared at it forever smiling to myself. I'm still smiling. These women are my idols.

And then I read the article and loved it even more. To get a glimpse click here.

One of my favorite quotes is from Ellie Kemper regarding her thoughts on nudity/sex scenes,

"I am so prudish that when I've had to kiss someone in a scene, I think for the next hour that we're in love! It's a middle-school frame of mind."

I love that she says this while surrounded by Schumer and Dunham, because they're completely the opposite. That's the beauty of this article, all of these women are so different, and still so wonderful.

I could gush about this article for hours, but it's time to get on with my Friday I suppose.

To all of the "hyper" little girls out there, keep being hyper and keeping doing you.

My 4 Year Anniversary

Thursday, May 28, 2015

This weekend Chicago and I are celebrating our four year anniversary.

I can't believe it's only been four years. It feels like I've been here for ten, but on the other hand it also feels like I've been here for no time at all. It's weird how that works.

Four years ago we left the town of Topeka, Kansas and I did not look back. Actually I may have looked back just once to flip off the Westboro protesters we passed on the way out, but that was it. I'd like to state here that Chris and I only had a brief stint in Topeka for seven months and it was hell. I'm sure if you grew up there it's probably a great place, but it wasn't for us. So we hightailed it out of Kansas and left the city that smelled like beer farts behind us.

I remember pulling into Chicago, a place I had only visited on vacation a handful of times, and as we sat in our U-Haul in bumper to bumper traffic I thought oh shit, what have we just done... But these two weren't worried, so I pretended not to be either.

I took this pic the night we drove in, trucker Chris driving the big rig and his trusty sidekick Harlow, riding shotgun. It's forever my favorite photo of them. Their smiles say it all. Harlow had no idea he was about to become a city dog, but he was clearly on board for whatever we had in store for him.

When we left Topeka a few people asked us if Harlow was coming along. And I remember wondering if it's a common thing for people to leave behind their children when they move to a big city? But that's a post for another day.

The first year in Chicago was hard. It was fun and exciting but different. And sometimes different is uncomfortable. Like having to walk to get groceries? What? Hell no. And not having a garage or a second bathroom or any space at all for that matter...

I remember secretly hoping Chris would find a job in Omaha so we could move back. I had a million reasons why Nebraska was probably a better place for us, but almost all of them were rooted in fear and laziness. What it came down to was the fact that Nebraska was easier. And it was familiar.

Four years later almost everything I despised about city living in the beginning have become my favorite things. I love not getting in my car. I love walking or riding my bike to do everything single errand. I love how close everything is. When we go back to Omaha it kills me how spread out that city is. However I will say it does make me green with envy when I see my friends' mansions and know that my entire apartment could fit in one corner of their basement (and the fact they have basements just for extra space!) And their backyards. Don't get me started on the luxurious backyards in Nebraska.

But I digress. Our neighborhood isn't half bad either.

That just sounded so smug. Sorry, summertime in Chicago often turns me into a smug bastard. It's just so great here. It has to be, or the Chicago winters would cause everyone to get the hell out.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone should move to Chicago. Get here quick while it's still summer! Cool? Cool.

Growing Up Duggar

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

"It's all about RELATIONSHIPS."

I could just stop right here and let us all stare at the cover of this book and the words on it because really that says enough. But I won't.

In all honestly, I've sat on this one for a few days now trying to collect the right words for what I want to say. I still don't think this is going to be very eloquently put and some of you might think I'm way off here. But that's fine, I tend to get a little heated and messy when talking about child molesters.

I've "jokingly" been a fan of this family for awhile. I've wrote a few posts about them in the past... I say jokingly because I've never actually watched an entire episode. I've just seen them on various talk shows and magazine covers and they make for great material.

The patriarch of the family is named Jim Bob after all and he demands his daughters dress in ankle length skirts and none of the children are allowed to kiss before marriage.

So many things I'd like to say here but I'll hold back...

It recently came out that the oldest son, Josh Duggar, molested at least five girls when he was 14. Four were his little sisters. And I'm going to be very surprised if it's only five girls. There's always more. Especially in a situation where the abuser is allowed to get away with it for so long.

Josh admitted his wrongdoings to the public- only after it was made public a few days ago I should add. He's prayed about it, asked for forgiveness, and he regrets what he did as a teenager. And because of this, Josh has a lot of supporters still standing behind him.

I'm not one of them.

I regret some things I did as a teenager too. But none of which involve touching children when they're sleeping. In my opinion, it doesn't get much worse. And as a teenager you know this, hell you know this even when you're a child.

Speaking of children, let's talk about his sisters for a second. Let's talk about the kids who were sexually abused by someone they knew and trusted. By someone that lived in their house with them. They had to face their abuser every single day. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like. But I have a feeling it's ten times worse than the "media attack" Josh is "suffering" from right now.

Because this won't last, the media will move on to the next thing that catches their attention any day now. But the scars left on a child from being sexually abused, I've heard those tend to hang around for a bit longer.

So what exactly happened I wonder? The victims finally worked up the courage to tell someone and then their older brother was just given a slap on the wrist for his year long "mistake" and was sent to help a family friend to build stuff for the summer?

Then Josh came home and everything was just back to normal? It was all swept under the rug so their TV show about good old fashioned values could start? You can't work off the urge to molest children. It doesn't just go away like that.

I guess I'm just wondering why a family who is aware there is abuse going on would knowingly sign a contract with a TV network to further expose their children, making a reality star out of a guy who should have been behind bars. Why Jim Bob, why?

Before all of this, I was pretty much indifferent about the Duggars. They were a joke to me more or less.

I wasn't excited or giddy to hear this story and see them go down like this like a lot of people have been over the past few days. I was sad. Not for the Duggars "the TV show family", but for the victims. I'm sad they have to live through this all over again right now.

Then again who are we kidding, they've been living through this every single day since it happened.

I'd really like to know, what are your thoughts on this?

Things That Make Me Nervous At A Wedding

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

This past weekend shall be known as the weekend everyone got married. Luckily Chris and I aren't that popular so we only got invited to one, but quite a few of our friends had several to attend.

I love how people wear their wedding invites like a badge of honor. Do you want to know how you can tell if someone has a lot of weddings to go to? You know because they tell you. "Well we have 79 weddings to go to this summer. Can you believe that?" They tell you like they're mad, but really they're feeling pretty okay about it. And rightfully so, 79 is a lot.

On Saturday we went to our first wedding since we've been engaged. I paid just a little bit more attention to things than I usually do, mostly to the things that made me itchy with anxiety. Like for example...

The bride walking down the aisle.

This is a big one. This is a big one that makes my stomach queezy and my eyes watery. I fear there's no way around it. Everyone standing to look at her during this emotional private moment (but obviously not private moment) is too much for me. Would it be too much to ask if I could tell a few jokes while I walk down the aisle or purposely trip or get a pie in the face or something? I would prefer anything than to have people stare at me with that misty sentimental look in their eye.

My go-to escape during emotional moments I can't handle are awkward inappropriate jokes. And I have a feeling my wedding is going to be full of them. I'm going to be that weird uncle no one wanted to invite at my very own wedding.

And the whole "who's gives this woman away" part is not for me.

Of course my dad will walk me down the aisle, but no one is giving anyone away. I'm not going anywhere. I'd prefer "who raised this person to have such a sick sense of humor?" And then my dad can chuckle and say I did. And that will be that.

Then we've got the wedding party entrance.

Where do I even start? Is there any way to skip this? Or should I just tell my bridesmaids to ride on their groomsmen's back and call it a day? I'll get back to you on this one.

The speeches.

Wedding speeches are my absolute favorite. If they're good, I love them. If they're bad, I love them even more. My sister got married the summer The Hangover came out so I gave the Wolf Pack speech as her maid of honor. Did it hit? No, not at all. But I'll never regret it. You have to be bold with what you say.

And that's why I've proposed at our wedding we'll have a roast. Every person in our wedding party will get to say something terrible at our expense. I think this will be the most fun ever, however everyone I've told this idea to thus far seems to think it's an awful idea.

So much to decide. And as of last Friday, our wedding is only 14 months away. How will I ever get anything done in that short amount of time.

By The Time You're Reading This...

Friday, May 22, 2015

By the time you’re reading this my Memorial weekend has hopefully already started.

I’ve already made the painful 7 hour drive back to Nebraska with Chris driving, and 70 pound Harlow sitting on my lap the entire way- breathing heavily and farting at his leisure. Same goes for Harlow. Just kidding (although I think we all know I’m not.)

We’ve already had our pre road trip bickers. Your golf clubs won’t fit! Yes they will. Where is my phone charger? Why are you always my hiding shit? No, I haven’t seen your swim trunks- why would I hide your swim trunks? Whoops, I think I hid your swim trunks…

And hopefully we made it out of the city in less than two hours (and still talking to each other.) The start of road trips are always hard, I’m just being honest here.

Choosing which lane is faster, when it’s appropriate to get gas, where to exit to get gas, which music to listen to, these are all things that make a relationship stronger!

I’m sure it was smooth sailing by the time we got to Iowa and we’d already started playing our favorite road trip game- what would you do if you won the lottery? Chris’s answer never changes, he wouldn’t tell anyone and he’d invest it wisely.  He might splurge and buy a new car.

Mine is a bit different… I immediately fly my closest friends and family to an island to celebrate all weekend long. And then I buy a big plot of land somewhere and start building the Harlow Foundation: an animal rescue sanctuary. And of course I buy my beach house to write that Oscar winning screenplay starring me and Jennifer Lawrence as best friends! Obviously.

By the time you’re reading this I’m sure Chris and I have already both eaten our weight in beef jerky. I packed almonds, but if I know me, they haven’t even been open. It's damn near impossible to eat healthy in a car. Besides, who doesn't like to start a lake weekend with a good sodium bloat?

Anyway, now it's officially time for Friday. Hope you get to do something fun!

Happy Memorial weekend! And a big huge thanks to everyone who has served for this country!


Thursday, May 21, 2015

Last night I watched the documentary FED UP on Netflix. And now I'm terrified to eat anything.

We all know child obesity is a problem, but I don't think a lot of us realize just how big of a problem it is. And we're pointing our fingers in the wrong direction, or at least I was.

Prior to watching this documentary I was kind of an asshole in regards to the idea of our country's children getting so large. My thought was pretty simple (and ignorant.) These kids need to get off their ipads and video games and go outside! Go run, go play, go climb a tree! When I was a kid I spent my days playing every sport imaginable, and when there weren't any more sports to play or any other kids to play with me, I would run my own obstacle courses and time myself. Sure, I might have been on the extreme spectrum of active children, but kids today are just lazy and that's the problem. Right? Wrong. Well kind of wrong, anyway.

Yes, lack of physical activity is clearly an issue here. But there's a much bigger issue at play.

Sugar. So. Much. Sugar.

This documentary was downright heartbreaking as you watched these extremely overweight children in tears talking about their weight struggle. They are trying to be active and lose weight, but it's not working.  They're eating the "diet food" like Special K chips and Lean Pockets and all of that other shit marked "fat free" but they continue to gain weight. Their waists get bigger and their self worth gets smaller.

When food companies started to take out the fat they added the sugar. And now our sugar consumption in the U.S. is out of this world. The generation of children today are the first generation expected to have a shorter life expectancy than their parents. This one really hit me.

I know I seem like the last person who should be ranting about this given my food choices I often post on here and Instagram... but you're just seeing the weekend eats. During the week I try to eat healthy. And after watching this documentary and seeing all of the over processed crap I've been consuming,  I'm going to try even harder.

Although if I'm being honest I am slightly mad I just watched this before a road trip because I still really want my road trip snacks... Combos. Jerky. Apple-Os... They're my three best friends, and it's just not a road trip without them. But I will resist.

The food industry is terrifying to me. If you haven't watched FED UP, I suggest you do. And then you'll probably never pick up a soda again in your life.

What a great post right before Memorial Weekend... Sorry, I'm sure we're all going to be okay in the end. It's only food, right?

We Have A Date- a wedding update

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

We finally set a date!

June 24, 2015 at 9 a.m. That's the big day. I've gone back and forth about this a lot because it makes me nervous, but the skin tag under Harlow's arm pit has to be removed, so on June 24th it's coming off.

I'm an asshole... I know. Although there really is a skin tag that must be removed on Harlow. I just hate putting him under to do these types of things because I've read every terrible story on the internet about how some dogs don't wake up and then I work myself into a nervous frenzy. Does anyone else cry when their dog has to leave their side for a few hours because they have serious dependency issues and separation anxiety? Just me? Cool cool.

But back to the real date. The date everyone likes to ask me about. The date that every other girl BUT me seems to set the very day they get engaged. That date.

Tape up the streamers and get out the fancy clear balloons from Wal Mart with something really cool inside like a teddy bear holding a lolly pop because we actually have a date!

July 23, 2016. *I just had to confirm in my planner this is the actual date, I think it's right.

Is this the date of my parents anniversary? No. Is it Chris's parents? No. Grandparents? Not sure.

It's the date of something much more important.

July 23rd, 1997 is the day I competed in my first ever Cornhusker State Games Girls Under 12 Track Meet. And I won.

I won the high jump and I almost won the 100 meter dash. For the sake of this post and my future wedding date, let's say I won the 100, as well. On this date I just had a feeling I would go on to do big things. I think I even wrote in my Limited Too diary I was pretty sure I'd be at the next Olympics. Clearly my child's intuition was spot on.

July 23rd is also the day I went to my first summer camp and really found myself.

And it just happens to be the day I taped my first "Made" video for MTV in junior High. "Hey MTV, it's me Taylor and I want to be a surfer girl! But I live in the Nebraska and the only waves I see are waves of cornfields!" *cue studio laughter.

So this day is clearly full of monumental events.

And in 2016 it will be the day Chris and I tie the knot in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. We haven't worked out all of the details, but we're hoping to do an outdoor ceremony at Lake Catamount followed by a tented reception.

So coffee cheers to Colorado!

I invite you all to come on this wonderful journey and listen to me blog about every last detail for the next 15 months. First things first, where can I get a handsome tuxedo for Harlow? Second things second, is anyone friends with Taylor Swift? I kind of want her to sing at my wedding. If you can hook this up I'd really appreciate it.

*If I find the Made video at my parents house and can figure out how to put it on here I promise to post it. It's too good not to.

9 Things I Started Doing Because Of Him

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

A photo of Chris and I back in the 70s when we first started dating. It's black and white because we didn't have color back then.

I started eating chicken wings. 
Pre-Chris I hated everything about wings- eating meat off the bone like a barbarian, dirty napkins galore, and messy sauce on your cheeks. But damn it, chicken wings are delicious and Chris made me realize this.

Survivor shows.
I watch them now. I watch all of them. If left in the wilderness I'm confident I could make a fire, sterilize my water and make a canoe out of snake skin. I might just sign up for Naked and Afraid.

White noise.
There are two types of people in this world: those who need a fan when they sleep and those who do not. Chris has made me a fan person and I hate him for it. What if I'm somewhere and there's not a fan?! Like at my parents house? WHAT DO I DO???

Putting lids on things.
Chris has taught me how to put lids on things correctly so when you pull something out of the fridge, say like a tubberware of beans for example, the lid is snapped on tightly so the beans don't spill everywhere.

Every time I recorded a show on DVR for Chris that wasn't in HD a little piece of him died. He came close to breaking up with me numerous times I'm quite sure. In the beginning I honestly couldn't tell. It was all the same to me. But after living with him for 100 years I get it now. And watching regular TV when you have HD is like eating eggs plain when you have Siracha in the fridge. It's just silly.

Surround sound.
Same can be said for sound quality when watching TV/movies. Why are guys so into this stuff?

Siracha and Lawrys.
Put them on everything or get out. I went through a phase where I didn't put salt on anything for years. And then I met Chris and all hope was lost.

Sleeping in.
I used to be an early riser on weekdays and weekends. But Chris's ability to sleep in has rubbed off on me. Sometimes on a winter weekend we don't get out of bed before 11! I feel like a lazy college kid just writing this terrible fact.

I love it now. Chris has great taste in beer and he's always bringing home new stuff to try. We know our corner liquor store owner by name (it's Vinny.) Vinny special orders new beers for Chris and since we frequent there so often (with Harlow) he also keeps special dog treats behind the counter. So what I'm saying is I used to be a "vodka and lemon water kind of girl" GAG! And now I only drink beer.

I'm sure this list could go on and on, but we'll wrap it up here. What have you started doing thanks to your significant other?

Also... I think we have a date set. For real this time. Perhaps a wedding update is in order for tomorrow?

Great American Road Trip

Monday, May 18, 2015

Every summer I get this itch to go on a Great American Road Trip. I'm not even sure what that means exactly, but I get the itch to figure it out.

Last summer we almost did it.  We looked up campgrounds, found camping supplies, and we're all ready to do it. But at the last minute we decided to forget the tents and just go stay with our friend Sara in the Ozaks. She's got a great boat and a really nice cabin so.... so that kind of trumped camping.

But my urge is back this year. And if I could get in a car and go absolutely anywhere, I'd hit the Pacific Northwest.

Something about this beautiful part of the country has been calling my name lately. When I was a kid I drove with my relatives from Washington state back to Nebraska over the summer.

But what I remember most from that trip was lying in the back of the RV eating beef jerky and playing with the tiny Barbies I got in my McDonalds Happy Meals... So what I'm saying is I'd like to relive that exact same trip because obviously it was awesome.

Where would you go? I've partnered with asterRIDE today and that's exactly what they're asking. It's kind of a fun question to think about. If you could embark on a great trip to anywhere, where would the road lead you?

I've romanticized my entire Northwest road trip and like most of my day dreams, it probably doesn't make any sense. I envision us camping in the forest and on the beach, and then going to vineyards and going hiking and having the most amazing time ever. I forget to think about the little details like showering and using a toilet. I leave that stuff up to Chris.

I just like to think about the adventure of exploring a new place and seeing this guy's head out the window the entire ride.

This trip might not happen this year, but it will eventually. I'll make sure of it. If you have any knowledge about this part of the country I'd love your input!

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The Day After

It's hard to do Monday after a really great weekend.

And this past weekend was really really good. From start to finish, it definitely ranks up there with my best birthdays. Of course nothing will ever top my 9th birthday when we got a trampoline, but that's just a fact of life I've come to accept.

It started Friday evening when we went to The Book of Mormon. My mom requested a birthday outfit selfie and naturally I obliged her.

I don't think I could like a style more right now than a high waisted skirt with a crop. It's a perfect way for me to still dress like grandma while also adding a touch of teenager.

The Book of Mormon was hilarious. I've seen it before and forgot just how far they push the envelope. Have you seen it? If you're not easily offended and like to laugh at terrible situations, I suggest you go. It's probably my favorite show ever.

After the show we went to Tanta and sat on their rooftop and ate Peruvian small plates like empanadas and ceviche. If you're in Chicago or will be making a summer trip here, go to Tanta. You won't be let down.

And Saturday we brunched at Summer House where they serve their Bloodys with a fat slice a bacon rolled in butter and sugar and everything nice.

Bonus: the waitress spilled coffee on me so we got this dessert on the house. I usually spill coffee on myself for free so this was a nice little surprise.

This is my 8th birthday we've celebrated together. The first was in Lincoln when he flew home from Europe and surprised me on my 21st. It was midnight and there may have been a few pre drinks consumed before getting let into the bar so you can imagine my confusion when Chris popped up. 
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Spain? Am I in Spain? Are we all in Spain right now? What is happening..." That was a fun night.
But back to 2015....
Saturday afternoon there was a brief (long) stop at Big Star because that's just what you do on a hot Saturday afternoon in Chicago.
Too many margaritas may have been consumed because the night eventually led us to our friends house where I spent a good part of the evening hanging out alone in a bedroom with two cats talking about life. 

And then this was Sunday. 

Today I'm struggling just slightly. Mostly because I already miss my friends Joan and Peggy and Sally and Don. Oh Don Draper. What am I supposed to do without Mad Men in my life? Did you watch last night? Can we talk about it? What are your thoughts?

Happy almost Memorial Weekend. Summer is HERE.

Sweat, Cycle & Soul

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Today's Saturday Takeover post is for all of my friends in and around the Omaha area. I'm going to introduce you to an awesome fitness boutique studio you must try out if you haven't already, Sweat Cycle and Soul, located in West Omaha at 180 & Q.

1. What is your most popular class?
Our most popular class is Pedal & Pump. Our Spinning class with an upper body component! This ride incorporate the use of light hand weights and upper body exercises right on the bike. You will walk away from class knowing you got a full body workout!

2. What experience level is necessary?
We literally have a newbie in every single class! We have an incredible team that will make you feel comfortable from the time you walk in the door, during the set up of your equipment and throughout your workout! That's the best part of group fitness, all levels can get a super effective workout. We dance in the bike, we get friendly with the TRX and have a love hate relationship with pliĆ© squats at the barre; we don't overthink anything- after all it's just exercise. 

3. Tell us more about the environment at Sweat, Cycle & Soul.
The environment at SCS is super positive. Our main goal is to empower you mind, body and soul. At the start of every class, the instructor will set an intention for the workout ahead. It may be something like "find your better" or "today we ride with the same energy we want to live our life with" a phrase that gets woven throughout the workout when the hills get steep or the push-ups get hard. 

We ditch the drill sergeant mentality and inspire you to find the strength that already lies within you. We strive to give you more than just a physical workout, but something you can take with you when you leave our four walls; a balance of the whole person you are.  

All of our Spin classes are done in a candle lit room to allow people to zone out and ditch any body image junk.

4. I need to get in shape for this summer, can you help?

We can help! We suggest you commit to 4 classes a week, a mix of cardio and strength training based classes, and you can see change quick! Our Spinning classes torch 600+ calories in 50 minutes!!

Omaha pals, ready to try this awesome studio?

Your first class is FREE! Sign up by clicking here. Follow on Instagram @sweatcyclesoul and on Facebook by clicking here.

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My Favorite Workout App

Friday, May 15, 2015

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of The North Face for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

Somewhere in the past month I found my running legs. They've been missing for awhile, but they're back.

Every day around noon Harlow and I go to our favorite park and run for about 45 minutes. He clocks around 10 miles, I probably get 3. He's able to run off leash (he's not supposed to but we're rule breakers so whatever) and for every 1 lap I run, he gets in about 5. It works great for both of us.

I'm not training for anything specific (just a future wedding...) but the most recent app I've been using is the North Face Training App.

There's a ton of different workout plans you can choose. I've chosen the 6 week running program. There's also the general fitness, alpine climb, and skiing to name just a few more.

The plans come with video tutorials, workout guides, and timers to keep you on task.

The running plan that I've chosen is specifically designed to gain strength and speed. I don't care so much about the speed (because I'm already super fast, duh) but I like all of the other exercises geared toward gaining strength.

You can tailor the workouts so they fit you and what you want to achieve.

I prefer to workout alone, so that's why this app is great for me. But if you're someone who needs another body there to motivate you, check out the Mountain Athletic Events going on around Chicago sponsored by North Face! Before you go, make sure to Download the Mountain Athletics App.

And don't forget, there's still time to win $500 worth of gear from Mountain Athletics from The North Face.  Just go here to enter: The North Face Mountain Athletics Collection Give-Away!

Check out The North Face, Facebook for even more! Make sure to follow The North Face on Twitter.

#ITrainFor life and for the ability to keep up with my dog. What do you train for?

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336 Months - a birthday update

Here's the thing you guys, my friends are always giving me updates about their babies every month via cute little posters they make, so I figured I should return the favor and give everyone an update on me and my progress.

-Beside the head injury I suffered a few weeks ago which set me back a bit, I'm doing good. I still haven't mastered walking quite yet and I trip almost once a day on the steps into our apartment causing Chris to say, "walk much?" But I'll get it!

-My hand eye coordination is improving too. I almost always catch the house keys when they're thrown at my face.

-I'm still working on getting myself ready in the morning. This is a harder skill to master than I thought it would be. I learned how to officially curl my hair two years ago and just two months ago I learned how to draw on eyebrows, so that's fun. I even use a real eyebrow pencil now as opposed to my brown eyeliner like I used to think worked okay. It didn't.

-Depending on how much wine I've had, I'm usually able to sleep through the night.

-But boy am I cranky in the morning. Nobody talk to me until I've had at least two sippys of coffee.

-I LOVE the swings at the park. But I don't get to do it often because an adult swinging alone at the park surrounded by children that aren't their own often just looks like a pervert swinging alone at the park surrounded by children that aren't their own.

-I also love dogs, bubbles, and bringing cups into the bath.

-My favorite words to say are things that I can't write on here because my grandma reads. Think of the worst words you know, those are my favorite.

-I have trouble playing with others and am usually the girl at the play group who socializes best with animals or by playing on her own.

-And I drool a lot.

-Overall, I'm a very happy girl. I make the best out of things.

Have a great Friday, everyone!

To sum up how I'll be behaving all weekend I've posted my favorite video that I post every year on my birthday. I can't help it, it's just too fun.

How To Get Your Boyfriend To Propose

Thursday, May 14, 2015

I recently saw an article circulating from a very popular website about how to get your boyfriend to propose.

My initial thought was, wow what a great article for a modern woman to have! And my second thought was, why wasn't it written years ago when I was just sitting at my sewing machine praying for the day my boyfriend would propose? Am I right ladies, or am I right?

I'm right.

What I'm about to say might scare some of you, but that's not my intention. I dated my boyfriend (now fiance! yay! cupcakes!) for more than seven years before he proposed. I'm not telling you this to cause you a fright, I'm telling you this to give you hope. If you've been in a long term committed relationship for a while and haven't managed to snag that ring yet, don't give up! It can still happen. I'm here to help with a few of my suggestions.

 1. Cook him his favorite meal and start a polite conversation about why you think "it's time."
If he doesn't respond well to this, threaten to burn down the house. But do it with a smile!

2. Do subtle things to let him know he's "the one." Likewise, make sure he knows you're "the one."
If he's not catching on change your name in his phone to "the one." Then tattoo it on yourself. Then tattoo it on him. Guys are so silly, sometimes they need the message right on their forehead to get it.

3. Be the perfect girlfriend!
Let your man know you're as good as it gets and you're willing to do whatever it takes. If necessary you'll lock him in the basement until he sees just how great he really has it. Because you love him.

4. Don't become too comfortable!
Girls, we know what this means. Don't make me say it. Never let your guard down and let him realize you're a real human too.

5. Don't scare him.
If you talk about wanting to be engaged too much, you might scare him away. Try whispering it in his ear while he's sleeping. The subconscious can be a very powerful tool. Or just watch him sleep. Guys love this!

6. Allow him to see his friends!
And do your best to make friends with his friends. And do your better best to get dirt on all of his friends so they know that if they ever cross you (or take your man away from you without your permission) you'll bury them. Literally.

7. Give him an ultimatum.
Let him know you won't wait forever. Also let him know life is short. And it can be cut shorter if need be. But do it with a smile!

8. Give him space.
Leave the room every once in awhile so he can miss you! If he's not happy to see you when you come back take this as a sign. As a sign you must try harder! Make him miss you. Physically and forcefully make him. Be creative. But do it with a smile!

9. Show him how great your future can be together.
Have a baby. Babies are the future. Babies bind couples together. Forever.

10. Make him see how badly he needs you.
To survive. If you cut off his food and water source and hide him somewhere you'll have a ring on your finger in no time.

Ladies, follow these tips and I assure you you'll find your forever-man. I must give credit where credit is due, so check out this site for more great information and even some helpful videos created by men to help us silly little women! #thankful

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