In Response To The "Travel Ban"

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


We purchased our Visas for Cuba yesterday and ordered guidebooks from Amazon last night. We leave a week from Thursday and my intention was to write about how excited we are for this trip.

But talking about our plans to jet around and frivolously see new places feels extremely privileged and weird right now.

I keep wondering what entitles me to do this while others have been locked up in airports? Some just 12 miles away from me. What have they done that I haven't? And the only thing that I can come up with is that I was born into the "right country" and they weren't.

I told myself 100 times to keep things light around here this week. I've stared at my computer screen for 24 hours now trying to write about Harlow, or Valentines Day crap, spring fashion, ANYTHING but another political post. But it's heavy on my mind and heart so here we are, writing about anything else feels so fake and fluffy to me at this moment I just can't do it. It's weighing on me and once again I have some questions...

In the last couple of posts I've written this month several of you have proved to answer my questions, and most very politely I'd like to add, which I really appreciate. I read each and every comment and think about it and research it and genuinely enjoy when those of you take the time to explain a view I don't understand, or necessarily agree with all of the time. Caring about politics like I do now is new to me, so I'm well aware that I have a lot to learn.

I'm also aware that because I live in Chicago so much of what I read and see is favored heavily to the left. Luckily for me, Chris leans to the right. So our nightly discussions are somewhere in the middle and we're both level headed people and are able to talk about this stuff and try to make sense of what the hell is going on in our world right now.

Again, if you could hear the sighs that happen as I settle into these posts you would understand that I don't walk into them lightly, or without heavy consideration. I wish I could go back to the days where I didn't care and could easily talk about any other topic and not think twice, but unfortunately that's not where I am anymore.

So here we go... let's pretend we're friends having coffee at a cool hipster joint where it just wouldn't be cool to raise our voices at each other, and also because we're friends.

That being said, I find it absolutely heartbreaking to see what our country is doing right now. I can hardly read the stories or watch the videos of people being torn away from their loved ones, or not being allowed back into a country they've called home for so many years.

Or to read about the families not being allowed in when they've waited so many years for their chance to finally start their lives outside of a refugee camp. We can't even begin to comprehend what that letdown must feel like.

To the Republicans reading, Trump is simply doing exactly what he said he would so I get that for several of you this is what you wanted, and what you support. I don't agree, but I can see your perspective.

Anytime I see someone oppose this ban the immediate response from the right (on my Facebook anyway) is, "Don't you want to protect our Country?"

I most definitely do. But I don't understand how this is helping? So when I don't understand something I often look to the Republicans I admire in hopes they'll have a better answer for me. Which usually happens to be McCain (because yes, I like and voted for McCain) and he said this,

"We fear this executive order will become a self-inflicted wound in the fight against terrorism," McCain and Graham said in a joint statement, adding that Trump's executive order "may do more to help terrorist recruitment than improve our security."

Have there been refugee terrorist attacks in our country that I have missed? I'm seriously asking, any news source I turn to says no, but if you have different facts please tell me.

As Chris often points out to me the terrorist attacks that are happening more frequently in European countries are often traced back to refugees. But from what I understand, those refugees aren't entering the European countries under the same vetting system the United States has; a system that can take up to two years before finally allowing someone in.

The other people I turn to are those who are serving, or who have served for our country. I have the utmost respect for the military and tend to regard their opinions on a different level than others. Once again, the views I've been reading are split. And so I'm back to square one.

And yes, I'm aware that Trump ties this ban back to Obama. But from what I've gathered, Obama's ban was for one specific country (Iran) and had more to do with the vetting procedure as a whole. Further, it was in response to a specific terror threat and the review was sent through several committees, including Homeland Security and the Justice Department, before it actually took effect. (Whereas Trump's obviously wasn't.) If you know otherwise, please tell me. (For real, I don't like to spout facts that aren't true.) The info above was found at foreignpolicy.com

In all honestly though, when I see my Republican friends post things in favor of the ban I can scroll on by and understand we both get to have an opinion on this.

Unless.

Unless it's those friends of mine who like to remind me every Sunday they're at church by posting their bible quotes and praising how much they love Jesus and want to help others and do right by God.

And then on Monday they're posting the "keep them out of our Country" updates.

Those are the ones I struggle to understand. I'm a Christian, but I rarely go to church so maybe things have changed, but from what I recall turning your back on those who need help and comfort and safety wasn't exactly Jesus's way. In fact, it seems to be the exact opposite. Perhaps we should all throw it back to middle school and start wearing our WWJD bracelets again? Would that be a better reminder?

And I know I could be wrong here since I honestly stray further from religion all the time. NOT GOD, mom. I just said religion.

(But then again... as soon as I say that I'm reminded how much I love our current Pope and the work he is doing.)

And I also know there are several Christians and churches who have opened their doors to immigrants and refugees. My friend Laura shared this blog post (from another friend) that I thought was worth a read.

"Refugees are not a Republican issue, and not a Democratic issue, but a human issue."

She mentions that Jesus himself was a refugee. Is that really true? I'm not sure as there are mixed reports, so believe what you want (as we all do anyway.)

I know I sound pretty pissy right now in regards to my thoughts on Christians on this matter and I've tried to word it otherwise, but I think I have to be honest with myself and admit there isn't another way because I am pissy. So much of what I'm witnessing right now seems to go against everything I was taught about Jesus and how he welcomed "all His children."  So it makes no sense to me.

And yes, I know that a few Christians don't speak for the entire religion, just like I know that Muslim extremists don't speak for that religion as a whole, either.

And now I'm two hours past the time I've allowed myself to write this and so I will wrap it up. If you've stayed this long, God bless. Can you tell I'm confused and have a lot on my mind?

As usual, I'm very aware that I am an idealist and I don't always have the most realistic views on how I think "things should be."

I will never understand why people abuse dogs. Or children. Or each other.

I will also never understand what life is like as a refugee. What it must feel like to leave behind your home and possessions and basically everything you've ever known. To see your loved ones killed and tortured. To think your best option for survival is to cram onto a tiny rubber boat with hoards of other people, and set out into the ocean with your babies under your arms.

To have your one saving grace be the opportunity to get allowed into a country where you know so many people don't want you there. Where everyone is a stranger who speaks a different language, and most of the time you know absolutely nothing about the city you're being relocated to.

And yet you'll go anyway, because it's still far better than where you are now.

I don't know how to make sense of what is going on, if you do, I would appreciate your feedback.

*As usual, please be respectful with your comments as I know there are a lot of emotions going on here. 

Vegas In 48 Hours

Monday, January 30, 2017

I hate Vegas- is what I used to say.




But then I realized A. that's very insulting to the people who live there. And God knows I get pissed when I hear people talk shit about Chicago.

And B. that's just silly. How can you hate an entire city unless you're just a fun-hater in general?

What I should have said is that I don't really enjoy clubs (because loud music UGH) or the Strip. However I expanded my horizons this past weekend and learned Vegas is so much more than both of those things. Although for the record I still hate clubs. And I think the Strip gets more like Time's Square every day which I also happen to strongly dislike so.... So everyone is different.

Friday:

Our flight left Chicago at 8 p.m. and our intent was to "have a bunch of drinks on the flight and get the party started!"

What actually happened was that we each had one drink and immediately slept the rest of the way. It was a long work week.

We got to our hotel around 11 p.m, quickly changed, at which point I realized I brought all of the wrong clothes (as usual) but said the hell with it and threw on a random outfit anyway because it's Vegas and what does it matter? It doesn't. Literally anything goes.

Chris had the Vegas look in his eye the minute we stepped into the casino and it suddenly made sense to me why he loves Vegas so much. The lights, the energy, the party mode- where I tend to turn away from all of these things, he runs right into them.

We hadn't eaten yet, so I made him sit down with me at a restaurant in the casino for a few apps and drinks before he completely fell down the Vegas hole. Luckily, my plan of ordering too much food worked and by the time we finished dinner at midnight he was full and ready for bed. But now I was amped and insisted we walk around a bit, maybe play a few hands of Black Jack, and perhaps some slots because I had a crisp $5 bill in my purse just begging to have some fun.

Honestly, I don't love gambling because I'm cheap and also because I hate having zero control of my money. Where is the fun in that? A deck of cards is going to decide whether or not I get to keep my $5? No, thank you.

*Also, Chris has told me I'm kind of an asshole Jack Black player because I like to hit on things you shouldn't, like for example 17 or 18. It's my money so why shouldn't it be my choice? "Because Black Jack is a team sport," he says. No, no it's not.

You get the idea, we probably gambled a total of one hour the entire weekend. But, we did manage to make it out until 2:30 a.m. (4:30 Chicago time) which is absolutely unheard of for me. After the clubs let out it was like watching zombies troll around looking for food and bathrooms and it made me silently curse my college years.

Saturday:

We got up around 7:30 and drove straight to the Hoover Dam. It was a sight to see! But only for a few minutes.

We then drove into Arizona to see the West Grand Canyon. We envisioned driving right up to it and exploring at our leisure. Turns out, it does not actually work this way. I should mention that Chris and I never make plans or do any sort of research before vacations, but instead like to pull up to the spot we're seeking, argue for 10 minutes about "WHY DIDN'T YOU LOOK THIS UP?" We then quickly look stuff up on our phone, and take it from there.

Vacation arguing is even more fun when you're married!

We paid to take the tour bus to the lookout spots and even did the skywalk with the glass bottom and it all turned out okay!





On the way back to Vegas we stopped at a hole-in-the-wall bar in Meadville and had an awesome Bloody while we chatted with the bartender about Chicago politics.

Back in the city we took a quick stroll down the Strip, at which point I was reminded why I do not enjoy the Strip. So we quickly went back to our hotel room to shower and get ready for the night.


All of the shows we wanted to see were sold out so instead we made reservations to eat at the Aria and try our luck at Black Jack there. Our luck was good. So good in fact we never should have left our table to go eat dinner because it went down hill fast after that.

We ate too much, lost some chips, found the chips, then immediately lost the chips again when we went "all in" on red, and then called it a night around 11 p.m. due to poor spirits.

Vegas, what can you do?!

Sunday:

We brunched and drove to old Las Vegas which I think I like a lot more than new Vegas. We rented a convertible so I insisted we drive down the strip with the top down while blasting Elvis and Frank Sinatra to ensure everyone knew we were tourists. We achieved our goal!

Before going to the airport we had a very gross, yet delicious, plate of nachos from the iconic Peppermill to tide us over the for 3.5 hour flight.

All in all, we were probably in Vegas for a total of 42 hours. Which was perfect, if not just an hour or two too long... The only thing better than going to Vegas is leaving Vegas, right?! However, we're already planning a trip back to check out more of the cool scenic parks outside of the city.

And that was our weekend in a nutshell.

Cuba is next on the list and we're actually trying to plan for this trip, so if you have suggestions let us know!


5 Things I Eat Everyday

Friday, January 27, 2017


A now for a post called 5 Things I Eat Everyday.

(Usually.) Weekends are different, they're free game. And it's not like these are the only five things I eat, and I should also note there's no science behind this "diet," I just happen to crave these random foods and have found that they work for my body and maintaining my "normal weight."

So here they are:

Green smoothie.
Beans.
Cereal.
Greek yogurt.
And wine.

The green smoothie is actually a combination of a lot of foods, so this post title has already been thrown out the window. The recipe for the smoothie I make is found here, and I actually don't even use honey or lemon anymore, just water and ice.

This smoothie tastes good, it gives me energy, and it forces me to eat vegis for once. I'm a toddler and I hate the taste of vegetables, unless it's a cucumber or a green bean (but the argument is out whether or not those are actually vegis apparently.) So I've finally found a way to sneak in my greens. I have the smoothie for breakfast or lunch depending on the day.

If I have the smoothie for lunch it's always with a side of beans or fish tacos. Have I mentioned that I have weird eating habits? I don't usually eat things that "go together" as Chris would say.

I keep my breakfast and lunch pretty light, I get way too lazy if I eat a big hearty meal and would immediately want to take a nap after.

For dinner, Chris and I try to eat healthy Monday-Wednesday but we usually start to slip around Thursday. Healthy for us means fish, chicken, and a lot of tacos. We're not salad people, we try to be every once in awhile but if that's all that we eat for dinner we're snacking on chips two hours later.

And I just realized how boring this post is, my apologies. Do you know what would be more fun? Talking about the 5 things Harlow eats everyday.

1. Lipstick.
Jk, but he tries to (see pic above.)

2. Garbage at the park.
Because he's gross.

3. Greek yogurt.

4. String cheese.

5. And his Petcurean snacks.
His favorite.



Harlow goes nuts for this duck jerky. He will sit and whine at the cabinet where he knows I keep them. I move them frequently to prevent this but manages to find every new hiding spot. If you like spoiling your dog, I suggest you give them a try.

We switched Harlow to Petcurean food about four months ago because his stomach wasn't doing well with his previous food... use your imagination.... but this new stuff is awesome. It keeps him regular and happy :)

Hope everyone has a great weekend, we're off to Vegas to see the Grand Canyon!


On Working In Troll Town

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


I almost left a rude snarky comment on someone's blog post today.

Not because I wanted to "educate them," no, several commenters before me already had done that, or because I really felt my opinion needed to be heard (well kind of this,) but at the core of it I just wanted to be a little jerk. I wanted to say something cutting and maybe just slightly belittling simply because I didn't like this person's opinion.

According to me, they weren't RIGHT.

And it made me mad! Boo.

Midway through typing my very witty comment I caught myself and thought, what the hell are you doing? I don't like it when people leave shitty comments on my post, so why would I do it to someone else?

I quickly deleted it and then had a little talk with myself.

It's been a funky week, I think we can all admit that. I've been falling for Facebook traps I don't usually fall for. I'll come across posts that I know will piss me off and yet I dive in anyway. Everyday we have the option to scroll-on or troll-on and I've been choosing the latter lately. And that's not like me.

I found myself wanting to post things that were condescending and hurtful rather than helpful.

My inner dialogue while browsing online has been something like this for the past three days-

*sees post I know will make me mad*

licks lips and clicks on it, oooh 54 comments this will be good!

I knew I wouldn't like this and I was right! I'm mad!

*keeps reading, gets angrier*

This does not please me!

*reads more*

My thoughts must be heard too! I won't be happy until I convince everyone to believe exactly what I believe is right!

*finds comments backing up my opinion*

I don't know this person but I'd like to be best friends now.

*finds comment from a friend going against my opinion*

our friendship is over forever. you're a monster.

*stews about it, makes up fictional fights in head, stews more, writes a response, deletes, stews, writes, more fictional debates, deletes, reads more comments, feels mad, then sad, stews, feels defeated,

and then all energy is gone.*

ext ext.

That's embarrassing to admit. Oof.

I started with good intentions, but then somewhere in the past few days my ego took over and went to town.

EVERYONE MUST KNOW I AM RIGHT. EVERYONE IS A BIG DUMB IDIOT. EXCEPT THE PEOPLE WHO AGREE 100% WITH ME.

pound on keyboard. spit on screen. blah blah blah.

But what I learned from working as a troll this past week is that the more nasty comments I devoured, the hungrier I got. It never seemed to stop. I was never satisfied.

Before someone jumps in I should clarify I am all for advocating for what you believe in, and for speaking up for yourself, I don't think being complacent is ever a good thing. Today, I'm simply putting myself in check for a moment because I stopped fighting for what I believe in and gave into simply fighting. And who is that serving? Nobody.

I've never seen numbers on this before, but I have a feeling no one has ever really changed their beliefs or ideas thanks to a very inspiring Facebook fight they were involved in.

I don't have an end for this post because I'm feeling oddly insecure about it and am already worried people will read it and find something to tear apart. That's not usually a concern of mine so perhaps that goes with the territory of being an angry troll?

That being said, I don't really enjoy the position of mayor of Troll Town so I'm resigning today.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll start fresh as a human just trying to be better.

A Day In The Life (in the winter)

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

It's always hard for me to write a post after I've touched on a more serious subject like I did on Sunday. How do I go from women's rights to talking about smoothies, and makeup, and Harlow oh my!

The answer? You just do.

And so I'm going to take a cue from Helene today and use the topic she wrote about, a good ole' DAY IN THE LIFE. I'll try to make it entertaining and not cringe-worthy, but as I think about this I realize several of my morning activities may come across as a little bit cringe worthy no matter how hard I try to mask them. So you have been warned.

I wake up by 7:00 every morning. (My resolution of getting up before 6:30 a.m. lasted roughly two days. Such is life.)

I immediately head to the kitchen to get my coffee and then go right back to bed with my "goal journal" to write my mantras for the day.

I write for about ten minutes and then I daydream for about five minutes about how I'd like my day to go. Weird, right?  Whatever. It boosts my mood and while doing it I'm always simultaneously sending gracious vibes out because I feel happy and lucky I get to start my day doing such weird shit- while Harlow sprawls across my legs, I should add.


After the fluffy mind stuff I jump into the emails that need immediate response. 99% of the time this means t-shirt customer questions.

I do this until about 8:30 a.m. when it's time to take Harlow out. Like myself, he's super lazy in the morning and it's wonderful.

We go to one of the two parks by our house so he can do his business and get his morning crazies out. Which park we go to depends on if we see any of his buddies/enemies out.

Buddies =
CeeCee the Springer (arguably his gf but he'd kill me for saying that.)
Rocky the striped pitt mix, tough looking dog but very sweet.
Hoover the Husky, Harlow's new bestie.


Enemies = any Bulldog. Harlow is VERY judgy of dogs with smooshy faces. It's quite rude.

After the park I come home and work on a blog post if I haven't already and make more coffee. Always more coffee.


By 12:30 we're back at the park or on a run/walk depending on the mud levels.

And then from 1:30 on my afternoon usually consists of T-Shirts, emails and maybe some writing. If I don't give myself an hour or so to write I get all grumpy and agitated. However, if I DO give myself an hour or so to write I worry that I should be working on my business and I get all... grumpy and agitated.

So it's super fun in my head between the hours of 2-4 p.m! You should join sometime.

Oh and here's a little fun fact- if you ever see my insta vids getting really nutty (like when I start doing characters and stuff) it's usually because I'm having a bad day and doing that pulls me out.

Bad days are usually caused by me feeling hopeless about dogs in shelters, or the t-shirt spiral. I'm so predictable it's annoying.

Another Har walk happens around 4:30 p.m. And then I treat myself to a glass of wine while making dinner around 5:30.

After dinner Chris and I both work on the couch for about two more hours. Afternoon is my peak time for creative stuff, but late evening is definitely my peak business strategy time. I plan collabs, marketing ideas, giveaways, newsletter topics, new designs, ext.

At some point Harlow and I play hide-n-seek for about twenty minutes if he's extra crazy.

And then I finish the night with a book or by scrolling my favorite "Think Positive" Instagram accounts.

My days are very random and have very little structure. But I get my shit done and I get to be with my buddy all day so I'm pretty okay with it.

But now I gotta go because it's Har walk time.

To My Friends Asking Questions About The March

Sunday, January 22, 2017

photo found on twitter.

On Saturday morning the sun was shining and it was 50 degrees by 9:00 a.m. Our morning walk led us to the 606 trail, a former train line that runs through the west side of Chicago.

On this walk I saw an elderly couple wearing matching "FEMINIST" t-shirts. They were smiling and carrying signs under their arms. I passed a young family pushing a double stroller, all four family members were wearing green shirts that read "CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL."

The dad was wearing shorts; as were several people given that it was about to be in the high 50s, in January, in Chicago...

I got goosebumps when I saw a pack of little girls carrying signs that read "Girls Can Do Anything Boys Can," and then once again when I saw a young group of boys with a sign that read, "Boys Will Be Boys Good Humans."

The feeling on the 606 and in Wicker Park on Saturday morning was electric.

I was late to the march, but when I got downtown the feeling that I had picked up from earlier in the day had only expanded. There were people everywhere of all ages, of all colors, from different backgrounds and religions, supporting one another. If you think I'm romanticizing this I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that you didn't attend a march. Granted, I can only speak from my experience, but that is what I saw yesterday in Chicago.

No one rioting. No one was being violent. Instead I saw people hugging, holding hands, and dancing. It was a feeling of acceptance and support I don't want to forget.

As I said, I can only speak from what I saw. I'm not sure what went on at the 600 other marches around the world.

Think about that for a second. This was not just about the US, it went far beyond.

It was not a matter of Democrats marching in protest of Republicans as I've seen so many of my conservative friends state. It was that way for some, but not all. For Chris, my husband the Republican who came with me, it was about support. And equality for everyone.

I didn't go downtown yesterday to protest Trump. I am aware he is our president and even though that is not the outcome I wanted, I'm being honest when I say that I truly hopes he proves me wrong. Unfortunately thus far, he hasn't.

But yesterday afternoon was a powerful day where it felt like positive change might actually be on the horizon.

And then I got on Facebook.

This is the part when I take a deep sigh and don't know exactly how to start part two of this post.

I saw so many posts/rants/hurtful things said about such a peaceful march and I'd like to say it surprised me, but it didn't. People tend to hate things they don't understand.

I am upset. I know a lot of you are, as well; whether you supported the march or didn't. I am yet to have an insightful discussion with someone who opposed what happened yesterday and that is all I am craving. I am searching for answers as to why a march for equality brought people so much anger?

I'd like to attempt to touch on some of the rhetoric I saw floating around from some of my conservative friends and family to let them know they were heard. I saw their frustrations, I am listening, and I am honestly trying to have an open conversation. My only request is that they do the same for me.

Let's start with this one:

"I don't recall republicans protesting when Obama was elected."

Oh, but they did. I was a Republican then and I remember it firsthand. Burning black dolls? Hanging them from trees? The heinous racist acts that happened for eight years are not something you can simply turn away from.

In my own hometown during a parade there was a float that had a dark figurine in overalls standing next to an outhouse that was labeled "OBAMA PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY." Is that protesting? Or just simply racist?

The judges at the parade gave the float an award for "honorable mention."

"I'm a woman and I voted for Trump, so don't count me in on this Womans March."

As stated above, this was not a march simply to oppose Trump (for some it was, for many others it went far beyond that notion.)

Also, please don't forget why we as women have this wonderful right to vote... Because of the women who marched before us.

Women are 20 years to late to this! What rights don't we have?!

Actually, yes. I agree with this one. Ladies, let's pack up our bags and go home. We have all the rights we'll ever get. Time to call it a day, kick up our heels, and have some cosmos!

Take a breath, Taylor.

I'm getting snarky and that is not my intent. I'm Sorry. I struggle to see how women think this way. I need to remind myself we're all entitled to our own opinions.

So no, in my opinion we don't have all the rights I'd like to have. For me personally, it's that darn ol' wage gap that keeps getting my female feathers all riled! Full time female workers made only 80 cents for every dollar earned by men in 2015 (the gap is even higher for women of color.)

Call me crazy, but I'm not okay with any gap.

"I earn just as much as all the men in my company! Because I work hard and don't just gripe about it."

Dear Facebook friend I don't know, you work at a wonderful company! Sadly the majority of companies are not this way. So we shall march on until they are.

"Marching will do nothing. Stop whining and move on!"

How sad it would be if our country really did this. There would be no Civil Rights March. No Women's Suffrage. No Lesbian, Gay, and Bi Equal Rights and Liberation. Marches are a strong part of our history and will continue to be a part of our future.  To see nine of the biggest marches ever in our country, click here.

"But I saw someone holding a pussy sign!"

Women are taking back their pussies, what can I say.

"These issues aren't new. And yet this march just came about when Trump was elected... Explain that."

This is a very valid question and one that I couldn't simply answer on my own, so when I come across something like this I often seek input from those I consider to be fair, intelligent, thinkers. This came from my friend Sarah-

"It's true. It's something people with privilege have to acknowledge: that this large show of support for women of color and immigrants and LGBTQ and all other marginalized people probably wouldn't have happened if a white woman had been elected president.

But also I think it's important to note that even if that oppression wouldn't have gone away overnight had Hillary been elected, Hillary didn't openly spout racist sexist rhetoric to get elected. So yes, it happened the day after Trump's inauguration because it was to say to people who may feel hopeless or hated that you're not and we support you."

"What about women who don't ask for any kind of special treatment but instead believe, no matter male or female, we are owed nothing in life and hard work and dedication will achieve anything set our minds on!"

"We are owed something in life - acknowledgement of our humanity. Everyone is owed that, if you're fighting a system that thinks you're less than human there's only so much hard work and dedication you can do."  -Sarah

"But why were people even marching?"

This is a heavy question that has a lot of answers as so many people had their own reasons and beliefs for marching yesterday. In my opinion some of the biggest were: human rights, women's health, equal pay, paid leave, climate change, the list goes on and on. But that's only my opinion.

I also read several stories about women marching to support their friends and family who have been sexually assaulted (1 in 5 women have been, so that number adds up pretty quick.) Even if you're "not offended by what Trump said five years ago," a lot of other people are.

I think we all know there isn't an end to this rhetoric. It goes on and on and sadly it gets ugly pretty quick.

We sit behind our computers and watch as the threads get longer; either feeding off the hate, or feeling hopeless because of it. There are those who are quick to comment, those who simply lurk, and then there are those of us who write a hundred different responses in our head, or even actually type them out, but rarely hit publish.

Today I'm hitting publish. It's boiled up to the point where it can't simply sit inside me anymore.

We've all had different thoughts and experiences that have shaped who we are as people and how our opinions are formed, this is just one example of mine. I haven't written this with the purpose to hurt or cause anger, but simply because I heard the voices of others and now I'm taking a second to voice my own.

*Please keep the comments respectful (you hold that power, so I swear it's possible.)


The Workout That Changed My Thoughts On Working Out

Friday, January 20, 2017


Here we go. My first attempt at a workout post. I posed by a wall at my pilates studio so at this point it has to happen.

Let me start by saying that I spent the first 18 years of my life playing every sport possible. Basketball, track, soccer, volleyball, softball, I dabbled in all of them. I wasn't necessary the "most coordinated" in any, but damn it I had a ton of heart (and energy) and ran like a maniac in all.

As a kid my idea of fun was setting up obstacle courses for myself; you know the basic stuff like running suicides, doing pushups, sit-up competitions, the normal "fun" kid stuff.

After I graduated high school I stopped playing sports when UCONN didn't recruit me and I lost a lot of muscle. Like any 18 year old girl I was excited at first thinking, wow I just lost ten pounds by doing absolutely nothing! 

And then I realized I lost all of my tone. For the next ten years I struggled to find any type of workout I enjoyed. I've left more classes half way through than I can count. Cycling, barre, aerobics, you name it and I've left thirty minutes in because I couldn't handle it. It's not that it was too hard, I was just bored AF and a minute felt like an hour.

But then two years ago I tried a session at Pilates ProWorks on a whim because I had a week of free classes anywhere in Chicago thanks to ClassPass. #bloggerperk

My first class was so hard and unlike any workout I had done before I left really pissed off. Like, I was irrationally upset looking back. All of the other women in class had these long lean muscles and made it look so effortless, so naturally I felt like a total loser.

And so I went back. Mostly because I was mad it was so hard for me, but also because I wanted that long lean body.

Two years later I am mildly obsessed with pilates. And I NEVER thought I'd be that person who says they're "mildly obsessed" with any workout. Before my wedding I was going 5-6 times a week, now that it's winter and I'm a little lazy I only go about 3 times a week.

But my body craves it (ugh, I just naturally wrote that line, who am I?!?!) But it's true. And honestly, my mind craves it too. Again, WHO AM I?

There is so much focus and balance that goes into the movements on a reformer board that I spend the entire class saying, "you got this" and "fight harder" and "DON'T QUIT" over and over in my head that when I come out of class I feel like I can do anything.

Are you cheesed out yet? Good, me too.


When I used to do other group classes (the few times that I did) I would play the clock game and see how long I could go without looking at it. If I could go ten minutes it was a miracle. In pilates I often make it to the very end of class and wonder how it went so fast. You're probably like, no way now you're lying. But I'm not! Trust me, it blows my mind too.

Every single day the class is different and just when I think I've tried every move the instructors toss five new ones my way. It's a total mind game and I absolutely love the challenge of it. I don't even quite know how to explain what we actually do in pilates, all that I know is that it continues to hurt in a really good way.

And yes, I won't deny I love the results I've seen. I just really love feeling strong. And smiling like a ham while I'm side planking...



And it's worth noting I no longer hunch over like an insecure teenager when I walk, stand, or sit. I didn't even realize my posture was improving until I find myself just naturally sitting straight up all of the time now.

It truly is a mind/body/soul workout. I've only tried out one studio in Chicago and it's Pilates ProWorks, I've never gone anywhere else because this place is awesome. The staff, the studio, the music, I love it all.

And this has been a paid post by Joseph Pilates. I'm kidding. I wrote this to let anyone else who has ever left a workout class early know that maybe there's hope after all, you just have to find that one workout you enjoy. Easier said than done, I know...

Or just walk your dog fives times a day. I think that helps too.

That's all for today, I may follow up with a "what I eat" post next week. We shall see... Hint: it's mostly beans, cereal and wine.

Have a good weekend. I'm going to try extra hard to be kinder, honk lees when I drive, be more patient, I think we all know the world needs it right now.

Leggings found here. Crop top here.

Other fav workout gear:   These leggings are AWESOME.  This jacket. This grey hoodie. 



Six Makeup Products I Use Every Day

Wednesday, January 18, 2017


And now to mix it up with a post called, "6 Makeup Products I Use Every Day."

*I use the term "every day" lightly here, as some days I'm lazy and don't put on anything at all. But when I do, it's always one of these items.

1. bareMinerals powder foundation.
Why oh why did it take me so long to discover how wonderful a good powder foundation can be? It goes on easier, blends better, and looks so much more natural than liquid (for me.) *Because I was terrible at putting on liquid correctly. Also liquid gave me awful breakouts. I've been using this for about four months now and love it.

2. Laura Mercier eyebrow pencil.
Laura is a miracle worker with makeup. (Yes, she and I are on a first-name basis.) At least we are for this post. I love all of her products, but this eyebrow pencil is one of my favorites. I learned how to give myself eyebrows in 2015 and I feel like this was HUGE turning point in my life. How did I live before? HOW?

3. Chanel eyeliner. 
I never know how to do eyeliner or what color to wear. Am I wearing it too thick? Too thin? Too dark? Someone tell me. Luckily, this Chanel eye pencil goes on soft and easy, and I chose the medium brown color for a good "day time look." Does that sound like something a makeup blogger would say? Good.

4. Hypnose mascara.
This has been my go-to mascara for about ten years now. I stray from it every once awhile but always end up back where I started. It makes lashes look longer and doesn't clump. However, I always love to try something new so if you have a good mascara you love, I'm all ears!

5. Nars bronzer.
Pretty sure I've mentioned a time or two how much I love bronzer... this is one of the best I've tried (and I've tried a lot.) It gives a nice glow without being too shiny or greasy looking.

6. Smashbox BB Cream.
My daily moisturizer + SPF. Gives a nice tint to my skin without looking cakey, protects my skin from the sun, and  helps with anti-aging. Everything a gal in her late 20s needs...

What are you go-tos? I'm always looking for a good blush, eye color palette, and like I said above, a new mascara!

7 Signs of "Minor" Social Anxiety


Let me start by saying that I don't dislike our neighbors. Truthfully, I don't know them that well, but from what I can tell they are kind people.

However, if I'm headed out the door and I happen to hear them in hallway I freeze. I will actually wait by my door and listen until I don't hear them anymore. Once it's safe to leave I make my exit.

Last week I was in a hurry and not on my guard when I walked out my backdoor only to see our neighbors walking up the stairs right toward me. For a second I actually thought about darting back into our house, but they had clearly seen me. They had also seen me do a weird stutter step when I thought for a moment about walking backward, like a dog caught between a couch and coffee table, back into the safety of our home.

Instead, I decided to do what any normal human would do- I began to look at my doorframe like I was measuring it. With my hands. As if I had never seen a doorframe before, and most likely in my neighbors opinion, never seen other humans, either.

Until they said, "hello."

And I responded, "errrr ughhhh huuuuu heyyyyy." Let's not forget speaking to other humans when you've been locked in a hole for 18 years isn't as easy as a task as you'd think.

Did I mention this was the first time I met these specific neighbors? Made a great first impression, I'm sure.

As I told Chris this story later that night he simply responded, "Tay, that's not normal."

Okay. Fine. Perhaps some of you might be thinking the same.

What next? I suppose you're going to tell me it's also "not normal" to panic when you're about to say someone's first name in case you get it wrong even though you're 99% sure you're right because you've known them about about 2 years now, but there's still that one chance...

Or that you daydream about the time you spent as a kid hiding under tables that were covered with long tablecloths that draped over the side so they became your own private hidden fort of solitude and comfort?

Remember the parachute game? What a treat that was. The only problem was that all of my other classmates had to be there. Me and parachute could have gotten on quite well just the two of us.

To this day, when I walk into a busy classroom and see an open desk in the corner it's like the heavens just opened up. A corner seat might as well be a spot under a table!

Same goes when I find a person at a party who I actually know and enjoy and they suddenly become my lifeline. DO NOT WALK AWAY if you are said person. Or do, because the longer you stay the harder it will be for me to let you go.

Lastly, when I have plans with a friend (a friend I actually want to see) but they have to cancel, I rarely (if ever) get mad about it. Because deep down I'm kind of happy. Cancelled plans = pure joy.

So what do you think? "Not normal?" Okay. Fine.

Is this considered "minor" social anxiety or simply traits of being an introvert? I'm not sure.

I know that I'm not by any means scared to see people outside of my house, I'm simply scared of the small talk that usually ensues because of it. Scared isn't the right word, perhaps I should say dread. I dread the small talk. And so, I bail.

I've created a sweatshirt that sums up my hermit-ness because that's what I do.

BAIL- as in the University of canceling plans. (The tag for my sweatshirt above.) I'm really proud of this one because it speaks to my heart and describes how I usually feel.

The lighting is off, but it's navy blue and oversized and oh so comfy. Found here.

So now I ask, what's it like to be on the other side? To be the person who is good at socializing and looks forward to seeing neighbors in the hallway. To be the "the Chris," if you will. I feel like it must be nice. Exhausting, but nice.



My Dog's Life Is The Best Life

Monday, January 16, 2017



All too frequently I wake up in the morning and wish that I was Harlow.

As I dig into my workload for the day he's usually sprawled out in bed, typically with all four pillows, with a look of laziness on his face that I can't help but envy.

His one job in life is to be a dog-blogger and pose for photos and yet he rarely does that even. If he sees me get my phone out he will actually turn away. So in order to get a good shot I have to sneak it.

Or, I have to lay a cozy blanket on the floor where the sunlight is hitting. And then this ^^ happens! Much to my delight he did exactly as I wanted so naturally I started snapping away.

As you may have guessed, this is one of the shirts from my new winter collection loosely called, "I Never Want To Leave My House Unless There Will Be Dogs Where We're Going," line. Catchy, right? I must give credit where credit is due, so this is actually a design my mom helped me create.

I think she questions my dog-parenting skills sometimes... She likes Harlow, but what she doesn't like is when we go to her house and I implement the "Harlow Has No Rules" rule, because such a thing is not true at her house. Harlow can't be on her couch- a concept both he and I struggle to understand.

I'll be dropping new designs all week and am excited to share them with all of you!

I shared several in my newsletter already. *This would be not-so-subtle reminder to sign up if you haven't already. Click here.

I'm still finding my groove with the newsletter, but it's surprised me how much I enjoy writing it. It literally feels like I'm writing a conversational letter every time I sit down to do it. I'm hesitant to ask for reader feedback given that I'm only three in and know that it will take awhile to really get into the flow and feel like I really have a purpose in writing it, BUT... if you have signed up what do you think? Too long? Too short? Do I need more "bullet points?" More direction?

The one thing I heard when I started a newsletter is, please don't just send an email telling us about your current blog post. And so I've tried to stay away from that, but other than that I'm just kind of jumping in headfirst.

A few of my favorite newsletters are the Lenny Letter and James Clear, which are usually about ten pages in length, so I think I happen to like the wordy ones a little bit more.

But enough chit chat, time to do Monday.

Things That Scare Me Part II - Sleep Paralysis

Friday, January 13, 2017


Given that today is Friday the 13th it only felt right to sit down and write a post about things that scare me. But then I remembered I already wrote that post in May of last year.

But alas I'm still craving "scary talk" so let's discuss something else. Like perhaps sleep paralysis. Are you familiar?

The other night I was deep in Reddit, as I tend to be before bed, reading threads about dreams when I came across a thread about sleep paralysis. It's defined as, "A temporary inability to move or speak while falling asleep or upon waking." It's happened to me a handful of times and I had no idea it had a name. I always just called it a nightmare.

If it's happened to you, I imagine you might call it the same. Because it's not simply the inability to move or speak, at least not for me. When it happens to me, it usually goes down like this: I think I wake up because everything looks completely normal in my surroundings, until the moment when I see, or even worse, simply feel something in the room with me. Sometimes I hear it whisper my name. And whispers in dreams are extremely unsettling. I can never never quite tell what it is for sure, but I know it's there. I feel it coming in the door, or simply hovering at the end of my bed, and as it moves closer I can't move or yell. I'm stuck in my body. And it's dark and terrifying and the fear feels so real. It's there right up until the moment I wake up.

And then I'm covered in sweat and usually can't get back to sleep because I'm certain death is near.

From what I've read, some people go through this almost every night. I'm lucky it's only happened to me about ten times, but I distinctly remember every time. It tends to happen when I'm sick and running a fever, staying in a hotel room, or when I'm sleeping alone in my room.

A friend in college once told me that this has happened to her as well and that it's the work of the devil... She was catholic. I believed her at the time. I do not anymore. I am certain it's sleep paralysis. According to google and reddit, there's a lot of people who think it's demonic. Again, I do not.

Kind of a random Friday post, I know. But once I learned this was actually a thing I got really interested in it and am curious if anyone else has experienced it.

Dreams intrigue me. I love that I almost always remember mine and they're incredibly vivid. Although sometimes my subconscious gets lazy and I have the same four on repeat depending on my mood.

My top 4 include:

1. finding wads of money everywhere I look (this is a fun one.)

2. not making it to my last high school basketball game (this one hurts my heart.)

3. going to the bathroom in a stall that suddenly has no walls and is somewhere a toilet shouldn't be- like in the middle of a restaurant or school and everyone is staring at me (this one is humiliating.)

4. the euphoric dream. I won't go into detail about this one because it's kind of embarrassing to admit (it has to do with a TV show and writing for it) but I almost always wake up from it with tears streaming down my face and they're tears of pure joy. WEIRD!!!! I know. This dream doesn't come around often, but I love when it does because the euphoria I feel is so crazy and unlike anything else.

Dreams are nuts. What ones do you have frequently have?

Happy Fridaying.

The Most Interesting Dog In The World

Thursday, January 12, 2017



Plastic bags blowing in the wind simply stop when he gets near.

His mother nursed from him.

He gives treats to store keepers.

He doesn't ask other dogs if he can pet their owner, he simply does.

His poop comes out already bagged.

Cats bark in his presence.

He can make a squeaker fall out of a toy just by looking at it.

Humans stop to sniff his backside.

He has several world records, one of which includes jumping on a pogo stick for 72 days.

When he leaves the house he puts his owner in a crate.

When he pees on a brick wall it immediately turns into Banksy street art.

Squirrels name their children after him.

He sits in a chair to eat dinner.

He wears roller skates when he walks, usually while pulling his owner on a leash.

He can speak seven languages but simply chooses not to.

When he drools it's actually champagne.

His breath smells like chocolate, yet he's never had a piece.

He sits on furniture that humans aren't allowed to.

His urine makes grass greener.

When it's time to leave the park he calls his owner's name.

His collar simply reads, "dog."

He is The Most Interesting Dog In The World.


******
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How To Be a REAL Writer

Tuesday, January 10, 2017


Excuse the poor lighting here, the sun hasn't come out since 2016 so I'm doing my best... Typewriter print found here.

And now on to my post.

Like most things in life; I've got this very romanticized, dreamy idea of what it means to be a writer.

I imagine myself living all seasons in chunky cardigans, wearing black square frame glasses, having sharp bangs that top my even sharper bob cut, all while I work from my beachside cottage surrounded by dogs and ocean waves. I think I'm somewhere on the East coast, but I haven't decided for sure. Monterey seems like it could also suit my fantasy.

So basically I'd like to be Nancy Meyers.

Notice that in my little cute little dream I don't ever see the actual work of a writer that goes on... Just the fun imaginary part. Such is me.

When my mom would drag me along to Jazzercise, she was the Queen of Jazzercise in Norfolk, Nebraska in the 90s, rather than playing with the other kids I preferred to crawl behind the desk and write stories. Usually about cats or ghosts. Sometimes both.

Even into middle school and high school I spent my study halls filling notebooks with fiction. I would get lost with my characters and not notice an hour passing by. Same goes for those mandatory sorority "study hours" in college. It was my time to write and I loved it.

And then somewhere after college I lost the joy a bit and became filled with fear and anxiety over writing. When I decided I really wanted to pursue writing and actually finish something rather than just blabbing in notebooks it became hard and scary for me.

Thus begins one of the most annoying writing phases in my life. I have stopped and started more projects than I count. Sadly, people close to me have also started and stopped reading almost every one of these said projects.

"Just finish one, for the love of God," -my mom, more or less on everything I write.

I'm 40,000 words in on something right now, which is the furthest I've been in awhile. Mind you, I started it in 2015 so it's not really anything to brag about. Naturally, I want to throw the towel in and stop because I'm sure it sucks. It makes my skin crawl it's so bad.

In talking with my friends the other day, all very talented writers I met while studying in the CONSERVATREE at the Second City, I asked them, "Do I finish this even though I hate it? Or start this other great idea I have..."

"You finish," they all said.

And then I started to whine and tell them how hard it is and BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Sarah responded, "It's not supposed to be fun. You have to treat writing like it's like your job. That's what separates the professionals from the people who do it as a hobby."

I'm misquoting her slightly, but she's getting her MFA at USC in screen and television writing so she writes like a machine. She turns out 100 new sitcoms and screenplays every week. When Sarah gives advice about writing, I take it.

So today for two hours I will sit down and write like it's my job. It won't be fun and it won't be dreamy, but it has to be done. I've gotten to the point where not finishing this damn book feels harder than finishing it. Even if it sucks, I just want it done.

Enough is enough, these characters deserve an ending. Even the terrible blogger character who is obsessed with Instagram and lives for LIKES and thinks just one RG by Baby Gap would put her child on the map... She's actually quite fun, and also very cathartic for me to write.

And on a different note, I sent out my first newsletter yesterday!

Going forward, it will include (but is not limited to)

*TSHIRT PROMOS & GIVEAWAYS
*Updates on dogs I'd like to save
*Blogging/Writing/Social Media tips
*Terrible jokes
*Harlow doing Harlow things
*Daily mantras
*Self help stuff that I enjoy
*Pics of all of you, being awesome wearing my shirts
*Funny writing from my comedian friends
*Pics of your dogs?!
*WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE

Get on board, I think this will be fun. Click here: SIGN UP! 

Write it down, make it happen.

Today's mantra: Act as if.

How To Set Goals and Make a Million Dollars

Monday, January 9, 2017


Goals are fun.

You're filled with excitement and energy as you think about them and write them down. You imagine them coming true and your mind allows your body to feel the joy of this little day dream for a moment as if it's already happened.

And then a week later it starts to dawn on you that this is going to take a lot of work. And what if you can't do it? What if you fail? What's the point of even trying? And why does it look so easy for everyone else?

And how did Jenny Blogger make over 1 million dollars last year doing webinars (this is real)... Should I do webinars? No. No, I should't it. I still don't fully understand how to make a powerpoint.

Well what about Facebook marketing? And marketing emails. And email newsletters. Gaining newsletter followers. And followers on Instagram. Instagram collabs. Blogger collabs. Hashtags. Hashbrowns. Brow tutorials.

On one hand it's completely unreal how many options there are to grow your business in this day and age; it's almost limitless. However, it can also be quite overwhelming.

And suddenly it's Monday morning and I'm sitting under my blanket paralyzed in useless fear and what-ifs unable to even look at my goals from last week...

Jk.

But, no this is real. Luckily, I know myself and understand this will pass. It's called my normal Monday morning. I'm not sure what sets it off, it's either submitting my weekly inventory- a task that always makes me nervous, or if it's just planning out strategy for my week ahead.

Or it could always just be the result of too much coffee. I fall for this one, a lot.

Regardless, I try to ask myself what's fueling this fear. And the response is almost always the same- just my good old friends Ego and Insecurity doing what they like to do. Sometimes Envy sneaks in as well, depending how much time I've spent on Instagram for the morning.

I dissect what's going on in my head, figure out if there's anything to be learned, and then tell myself to MOVE ON. It's Monday and I've already spent the last four hours playing garbage toss in my mind.

And it's annoying and exhausting and far too self indulgent.

Now look what I've done, I just wasted an entire post. My apologies. If there's anything to be taken away from this Monday ramble (I meant to write a comical, more light hearted post but unfortunately this came out instead) it's that if anyone else has Monday mind garbage floating around make the decision to toss it before right now before it starts to rot.

Time is ticking, we're already a full week into 2017.

Weekly mantra: stick to your passion, not someone else's.

*****

Mug/Jeans/Sneaks

Home Tour Part I

Friday, January 6, 2017

It's Friday morning in Chicago and the temperature says "2." And so I am doing everything in my power to keep Harlow asleep on my lap so he doesn't wake up and give me that look.

That look that says, "we go to park now?"

No Harlow, we don't go to park. Not today. Because today the air hurts. It bites your face and your hands and if you're not dressed in at least four layers it simply hurts to move.

So instead let's take a gander through our house and where we currently stand in terms of decorating. We're getting closer, but not quite done. We're still waiting on a dining room table and hutch, both are authentic mid century pieces that my mom purchased for us for Christmas that I am so excited about. The hutch looks like this and I am losing my mind over it! The only downfall is that both pieces are in Nebraska and have yet to be moved to Chicago... And so we wait.

The overall look we're going for is mid century modern. I've spent a lot of time researching, pinning, and waiting for just the right pieces rather than "buying just to fill space" like I used to do. Also, decorating does not come easy for me. Not at all. It takes me about five times before I get it right.


I've purchased a lot of pieces in Chicago, but have also had a LOT of luck online. Thank God for the internet. One of my go-tos has been Hayneedle; a one stop shop for finding everything, and at very affordable prices.

Nebraska friends, I'm sure you're familiar with Hayneedle as it's headquartered in Omaha. If you haven't browsed their selection you are missing out.  Here's the top five things we've recently ordered.

This Crosely Turntable.



The sound on this is absolutely incredible. How fun is that vinyl has made such a huge comeback? You can walk into a record store in our neighborhood and it's packed.

On to the kitchen... that has a fridge with an ICE MAKER. No big deal.


We needed a little extra storage for Harlow (his request.) He's getting more independent and asked that he has his own area where he can help himself. I respected this so we ordered this kitchen island.



I love this kitchen piece because the quality is so nice. And yes, the alcohol belongs to Harlow. He may have a problem, we're monitoring the situation.

The Sunburst clock is also from Hayneedle, found here. I simply type "mid century modern" in the search box and found so many awesome pieces!

Other favs include: this dining table, this dreamy bookcase, modern sideboard, and this awesome leisure chair. I could (and did) spend so much time on this site.

But anyway, our place is about ten times bigger than any other apartment we've lived in Chicago, but the only downfall is that there are no coat closets. None. And in the winter I wear about 100 coats and scarves so we needed something. Thus we have this coat rack.


I feel like you don't often see a good coat rack in homes anymore (probably because people have closets.) But we're bringing them back (because we have to.)

And this is just part one. As it turns out I'm also terrible at home photography so it takes me several days to muster the courage to do it.

Part two will come after we add some backsplash to the kitchen and retile the fireplace. Chris thinks we can do both on our own. I do not. Welcome to our nightly discussions! Have a good weekend, friends. Stay warm. If you have an animal left outside please call me, I will come get them.

What I've Learned From Not Eating Red Meat For Four Months

Thursday, January 5, 2017


Let me start by saying we've lost zero weight and have gained several opinions.

In the middle of September of 2016 Chris and I stopped eating red meat, or "mammals" as Chris likes to say. I like to say I don't eat my neighbor (the cute little black pig who walks down my alley on a leash every day.) We still eat fish, chicken, and turkey. So it's not like we made a HUGE change by any means. Although cutting out steaks and hamburgers was pretty big for Chris.

Truthfully, neither of us made this choice with the desire to lose weight so there's no real shock/disappointment there. If you saw our weekend diets you'd be appalled.

My reason has to due with the way our culture treats farm animals, Chris's has more to do with the environment.

And before I continue this post any further let me stop and say that I am in no way suggesting or trying to persuade you to stop eating meat. It's your life. DO WHAT YOU WANT. Likewise, I'm not saying you don't like animals and/or the environment if you do eat meat. To each their own.

That being said, here's what I've discovered in the past four months.

Several people suddenly seem to have an opinion about our "new diet." And it's annoying AF. It's as if once someone hears we're not eating meat, they suddenly think they need to defend why they are. But here's the thing, they don't! I get it, meat tastes good.

We're simply choosing not to eat it at the moment.

I know what you're thinking, why would someone feel the need to defend their diet simply in learning about ours? I have no idea. But we've come across this several, several times. Mind you, it's not like we're parading this around, just announcing it to the world every chance we get. *said the girl writing the blog post... Hey, I needed content ideas and also I waited four months to even bring it up so that has to be worth something, right? 

Anyway.

We've heard every response from, "just two of you not eating meat won't make a difference," to "what about the laws of the food chain!" to even, "global warming isn't even real so what's it matter." And then I slam my head into a wall.

I don't want to turn this political, I just know we both feel better physically and mentally leaving red meat out of our diet so why would anyone have an issue with this?

Recent conversations have also made me question things I've said in the past to vegans/vegetarians/gluten-free/ anyone who eats anything that's different than what I call normal!

I feel like there's a difference between being curious and being judgy... Although the line is sometimes blurred.

I think a big part of what I've mentioned above has to do with the fact we live in the Midwest, with roots in Nebraska. I imagine telling our friends and family in Nebraska we don't eat meat has to be similar to telling your friends and family in California that you do...  Someone is always going to have something to say.

All this being said, we may eat meat today. Or tomorrow. We started this with the intention of taking it day by day. We're heading to Cuba next month and both want to eat some tasty Cubano sandwiches, so we may have to let go of the diet on vacay.

But I really don't think I'll ever go back to eating meat like I did (in mass consumption) but maybe we'll go back to one day a week, or just while on vacay. Like I said, who knows?! Moral of the story, live your life how you see best.

*unless that involves swimming with dolphins. Why is this still a thing? WHY?