What's Love Got To Do Got To Do With It?

So I am having situations happen in my life right now that has me thinking if love is really.. real.
I have the love for my family that is the love that will last forever. We are there for each other and support one another and we have each others back.

I am starting to wonder if love for another person (boyfriend/husband) really exists.

Is it just because as human beings we feel obligated to fall in love with someone and be with them forever? Is it tradition and fairytale that makes us so obsessed with falling in "love" with someone?

There are so many people out there who meet the love of their lives just to divorce. There are also the "lucky" ones that do end up with their significant other until the day they die. Is this just out of fear of being alone for the rest of our lives and we end up, in a way, settling?

I refuse to sit and believe in something that is fictional. Yes, I have had feelings for people. I have cared for men I have been in relationships with. There is no doubt about that. I want to know at what point is it love?

WHAT IS LOVE?
That's the age-old question everyone wants to know, right?

If this post makes no sense it is because my brain is clouded with a billion questions and it is 3:30 A.M.

xoxo

Shear Joy!

Today marks the first day of my official career...
I started actually cutting hair at my job today, FINALLY! I went through a month of training at my job and I have to tell you something.. I was TERRIFIED. Yes, I went to school for about a year and a half learning how to cut hair and yes I had a lot of time to prepare for this job. Regardless of being so "prepared", I felt like I had no clue. Last night I just sat up pulling up youtube videos on how to cut men's hair... which I darn well already knew how to do. For some reason, I was doing it to get in some quick reassurance I really knew what I was doing.
I arrived at work today, a lot more calm than I anticipated. Anticipation is what kills me as well as the unknown.. so the night before was probably my scariest moment.
I walked into work and there really wasn't much going on.. the girl I worked with for the day was working on a man's hair and I just observed dreading that first client. I ended up calling my dad so he would come in and be my first client just so I could sort of calm down. After that, the clients began rolling on in! My first non-relative client was a really sweet middle aged man from Russia. He was so nice and such an easy cut! I had 9 total clients today.. but the majority were done within my last hour and a half of work.. I was busting out haircuts left and right! My last client ended the night off nicely..
His name was Daniel and he waited for almost an hour just to have me cut his hair. We laughed about the fact that he was only 18 because he actually looked like he was 25.. then I just felt like a cougar after I found out his age, although the age gap isn't significant. I asked him if he was BFF's with David Archuletta because they attended the same high school and he told me I had to watch The Switch-Up. It was a great way to end my work night!
I really forgot what it feels like being on your feet constantly for about 5 hours. I have worked retail and at an animal hospital.. as well as hair school which all require you to be on your feet at all times. I really forgot how it felt!
I am basically writing this blog entry to say that I LOVE my job and I really had nothing to worry about. I know I will have  my challenges and I will make mistakes but that is what makes a great stylist! I am convinced to be the best at what I do. I literally come home from work happier than before I go into work.. not because I am happy to be off of work but because I am so proud of myself. I can't wait to see what is to come for me and my haircutting future!!

XOXO Tayler

Dear Kimberly,

I am so sorry for your separation with Kris DUMBphries. Any divorce is devastating no matter how right you know it is to say sayonara to that slob. This is why I think you made a wonderful decision to toss that tall glass of boring to the side..

First off, I finally just got around to watching your wedding special this morning while getting ready for work. I have to say that if you aren't willing to change your last name for someone.. they aren't right for you. I know a lot of people do not change their last names, especially in "the biz", but you seem like the type to change your last name legally (or at least hyphenate) if you were in love enough with someone. So I think that is a huge indication that he really hasn't been the one for you all along. I've got your back girl.

Secondly, I bet you have come to realize how irritating his voice sounds. I have a really difficult time watching any Kardashian episodes with him on it because of his voice and lack of facial expression (& personality)!! I really cannot stand him.. and cringed when I found out who you were going to marry in the first place. Needless to say, you are making the right decision. Forget people out there who are going to add you on the shortest Hollywood marriage list. In the end you've gotta do you and make yourself happy. You're way too beautiful and classy for that square of a man. Also, for those calling the whole wedding a hoax... your life is a hoax.. so go get a real one.

Bottom line Kim, I love you and you are doing what is right in the world. I am sorry for the divorce but lets celebrate your health & happiness! You have a great family.. ESPECIALLY Bruce. He melts my heart and makes me cry.

Good luck with life and your never ending success.

xoxo -Tayler

For all you haters of the Kardashians reading this, I bet they don't like you either!!!!

(P.S. I obviously know Kim is probably not going to read this in her lifetime.)

I Hate You Halloween.

I officially hate Halloween. I never thought I would say that.

We will just keep this short and sweet... SO I arrived home from Halloween events last night and my spot that I usually park my car in front of my home was occupied. I was annoyed but just opted for parking down my neighborhood a bit.. at the very beginning of my street.. BAD DECISION. I woke up this morning to find that my car had been broken into. Smashed passenger window and ALL. I was super distraught to discover this, obviously. I started looking around my car to see if anything had been stolen.. sure enough they took my bag that I keep my haircutting equipment in. I had clippers, combs, clips and capes.. all totaling about $100.. give or take a few. I broke down and started crying and called my mom. She came up to look at my car and I called the police and of course all that could be done was just getting a case number. The cop was really nice though.. we discussed my birth date and the reasoning behind my silly personalized license plate number. He could probably tell that I was pretty upset and tried to calm me down, bless his soul. I cracked him a few sympathy laughs. After all this, I headed to work which did take this off of my mind. I have a great manager.

Needless to say, I have a huge headache right now and I am exhausted. Be safe everyone. Be careful where you park your vehicles! People out in this world are savages.

xoxo

Ouija Do Me A Favor And Knock It Off?!

Tis the season to be creepy.




 A few years ago, my friends Lindsey, Aubrey and myself had purchased a Ouija board from ToysRus... yes, they have about 3 different versions of the board you can purchase. Ours just happens to be glow in the dark.
That night, we took it back to Lindsey's house and gave it a go. Of course nothing happened like we anticipated. We had a few laughs because we would voluntarily move it while sitting on the floor in her dark room lit with candles. We got a kick out of it not working like we planned and we called it a night and the Ouija was put away.... until 2011.




My friend Lindsey and I were sitting home bored one fall night. We were staring at the wall trying to find something to do to keep our night occupied. After much consideration we decided to dust off the ouija and use it. This was a different type of night... temperatures had dropped, leaves scattered everywhere and it just automatically smells like haystacks and pumpkins. First I suggested we did it inside her house and that idea left her with a bad taste in her mouth. We thought about it and finally decided to just take it to the park across from where her neighborhood is. We parked in the empty parking lot at about 8:30. We removed the Ouija board from its box and started our session with the unknown. We had read an article online prior to starting and it stated that it can take 3-5 minutes for the planchette (the item that your fingers rest upon) to start doing its magic. At first we were mocking it and joking around, then got serious. We would ask it the usual questions like, "Are there any spirits with us tonight?" "What is your name?" "Do you want to speak with us?" After about 6 minutes of being unsuccessful we decided to take it to the next level and head to Fort Union Pioneer Cemetery.


We parked in the church parking lot and faced West toward the cemetery. We sat about 8 feet from where the chain-link fence divided us from the headstones. At this point we were feeling like this was serious business and there was no joking to be had.. there was definitely a different vibe. We again removed the Ouija board from its Hasbro box and set it between us with it resting on our laps. We set the planchette down in the middle of the board and started asking questions. Lindsey started. "Are there any spirits here with us tonight?" We waited... nothing happened. Lindsey went on to ask numerous questions and I sat there with my eyes closed honestly feeling terrified about what we could possibly be getting ourselves into. Lindsey went on to tell the possible spirits listening that they were invited to communicate with us and that we weren't there to cause any harm. Yeah, but would they be the ones causing us harm? After about 5 minutes we were getting a bit discouraged then Lindsey said, "If there is anyone listening, please spell your name or give us a sign you're here with us." I kid you not, the planchette slowly started to move in a sort of jagged way. Lindsey and I at this time were skeptical, thinking that one of us was actually moving the planchette. We were slowly directed to the letter "F", after doing so, it just stopped. We sat for a minute asking each other "Were you moving that? Do you swear on your life?" and neither of us cracked a smile or fessed up to it. I think we both still had doubts in the back of our minds that this was really working. We had the volume of my radio turned down during this, but I still had a CD playing. At one point I looked at the radio and it was on a song at 18:22. This was strange because it was skipping but usually when it skips, it will just stay on that one number on the disk and usually doesn't continue to count upward. We hadn't even been sitting there for 18 minutes.. nor had that song been sitting there and skipping for that long. We got a little freaked out but continued. We then asked for an age... low and behold, the planchette began to move again. It slowly moved its way down to 5.. then 6. We again sat there accusing one another of moving it. At this point the planchette wasn't moving and we went on to ask it to give us a definite sign that there was something really guiding us to these letters and numbers. Nothing happened. We continued asking whatever was there with us to let us know if it still would like to speak with us. It started moving again...the speed of the movements slowly picking up, but never an aggressive speed. At one point it moved quite rapidly about 2 inches to the upper left corner toward the "yes". When it had done this, I saw that Lindsey's fingers had actually not even been on the planchette but about a half inch away from even touching it. My finger was barely placed upon it and I freaked out. I actually started to cry I was so shaken up.. I didn't feel scared, just in utter disbelief. I swear to you, my finger was not moving it.. I couldn't have even been moving it subconsciously because my hand was placed on it so lightly. I felt it being forcefully moved from underneath my fingers. Especially for the 2 inches it was moved at that one point. Things do not make me cry as easily as I was crying over the planchette moving.


From that moment on, if anyone asks me for my opinion on Ouija boards and if they really work, my answer will definitely be yes. I swear to you it is a real thing and never take it lightly... you may just be at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong company. Most reading this won't  believe me which is what I expect. I am fine with it but I remind those skeptics to acquire an open mind. Those who believe or have had experiences... please share in the comments below!!


Our plan is to go back to that cemetery and look through all the headstones to see if we can spot anyone in there with a name starting with an "F", was 56 when they died or would be 56 now, and see if the number 18 has any significance in their life or death.


This is my testimony of a Ouija board. Happy Halloween.

FACT:

I used to think (and still think) that Abraham Lincoln was black. I cannot tell you where this came from, but I have always been under that impression up until about a year ago. I was really confused as to why everyone was making such a big deal out of the fact that Obama was a black man running for the presidency. I would constantly think to myself, "Wait.. but Abe Lincoln was the first black president." I kept this thought to myself for quite some time, then one day, I shared my ideas with some folks I worked with. They could NOT believe my thinking process and chuckled for about an hour to MY FACE. Of course I laughed along with them, but I was secretly laughing at them. Everyone should know that there is a huge possibility Abe Lincoln was really black.. and that he was a smart and honest man that has fooled everyone.. but does foolery really make him honest? Thank about that one. Never trust a history book.

UPDATE: So.. I found this link and I think everyone reading this should check out this link http://www.dailysquib.co.uk/most-popular/1455-abraham-lincoln-was-half-black-historians-reveal.html

Coming soon to a blog near you:
The real story behind labor day.