New name, same great flavor ⁸

by Katrina • Adventures, Travel • Tags: Jobs, Minnesota, The Husband

Remember when Puff Daddy changed his name to Diddy?

This blog is doing the same thing.

Well, sort of the same thing.

You see, I am not changing the name for stylistic reasons.

I’m definitely not going all new age and using a symbol that will be read as “The Blog Formerly Known as Seattle is Sexy”.

And I’m certainly not doing it because Seattle has lost its sexiness. Seattle will never lose it’s sexiness.

It will, however, be losing the Taylor family.

Yup, you read me right. Scott has found a new job, and we’re moving.

I like to think of it as joining our fellow Norwegian Lutherans in land of milk and honey. Well, technically it’s the land of cheese and gravy. (You may know it as rural Minnesota.)

You can see why this blog needs a new name.

“Sota is Sexy”, to be exact. It has a nice ring to it, right? And yes, I am officially shortening Minnesota to ‘Sota for alliteration purposes. (As a future resident, I’m allowed.)

But I’m still in need of a tagline. Which is where you (and by “you” I mean all three of my subscribers) come in.

P.S. Not a subscriber? Well why the heck not? Click here and subscribe now! Unlike subscribing to a magazine, this is totally free, plus you don’t have to deal with those annoying post cards that fall out from between the pages of US Weekly when all you were trying to do was see Suri Cruise’s latest outfit….. That alone makes it worth subscribing.

Ahem.

As I was saying, this is the part where you come in. Vote in the handy-dandy poll below for the new tagline. I’ll reveal the winner at the end of the month when the name change occurs. Have a better suggestion than what I’ve come up with? Submit it in the comment field below.

On your marks, get set, vote!

{POLL HAS EXPIRED}

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go eat some tater tot casserole. Possibly with a side of gravy. It’s of the utmost importance that I pack on some blubber in time for the harsh Minnesota winter.

Naturally, I’ll be wearing my thickest, wooliest Norwegian sweater while chowing down on this hot, steamy pile of trans fat.

Because everyone knows if you sweat while you eat, it technically is considered exercise.

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