Sunday, October 19, 2014

What Makes Me Happy...

Day 19... a few things that make me happy.

GBR sweatshirt found here. 





All of the above.

It's safe to say this October has been one of the busiest months of my life to date and it's not about to slow down (yet...) I'm performing at Zanies tomorrow, hosting at iO right after, another show at iO on Tuesday night, and then flying to New York Wednesday morning at 7:00 a.m. for more shows.

Being busy makes me happy. And tired. Really really tired.

And also a little bit chunky... We've had friends and family staying with us for almost ten days now (with a few breaks in between) and that means I've been eating like I'm on vacation for almost ten days now. Perhaps it's all the Bloody Marys and pizza that is making me tired, as well? That makes sense.

Anyway, hope you had a great weekend!

I'm going to start packing for New York! Speaking of, if you're familiar with NYC I'd love any suggestions of places to go eat/drink/see. Anything low key/off the beaten path is right up my alley.


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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Day 17.... The bangs.

Saturday posts are hard.

Saturday posts after a long night spent at Kirkwoods with the entire state of Nebraska in town are even harder.

My secret today is that I didn't prepare a post... And I'm sitting here double fisting a cup of coffee and a tall Bloody Mary wondering how I'm going to pull myself together to go tailgate all day in the rainy cold Chicago temps that are currently going on.

So instead of a post, let's look at a series of photos from last night.

I'm about to take a photo with Tye when my mom kindly informs me, "your bangs are not right."


I get pissed, naturally. And I try to defend my curtain bangs.


My mom attempts to fix my bangs.


Tyeler tries to look at them and tell me if they're okay.


She laughs like the evil menace she is.


And then we take the photo.


And my nickname is officially "Broom." The bang struggle is real, you guys. It's so real.


I look like Blossom in this photo. Ugh.

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Trust Me, I'm An Expert


I'm an expert at...

Taking photos of dogs. And leaves. And dogs in leaves.

And posting said photos on Instagram.

Picking my nails. I'm like really good, been doing it for years.

Wasting time and putting things off.

Finding the best Cool Ranch Dorito in the bag. You gotta look, but it's always there in all its ranch speckled glory.

Facebook creeping. I always get to the bottom of things.

Day dreaming. If I worked as hard as I day dream I'd probably be a ruler of a small country by now.

Shoving things in small spaces. Just be careful when you open any door/cabinet in my apartment.

Accidentally pouring milk crusties into my coffee. Noooooooooo.

Judging the "popular posts" on Bloglovin that almost always look the same to me. I get it, you look like a model and clothes look nice on you.

Taking compliments from homeless people. Yesterday a seventy-year-old with no teeth called me "hot stuff." I'm still riding that high.

Eating beans. All day, every day.

Avoiding voicemails.

Road rage. It's bad, I've said things I'm not proud of.

Knowing all the lyrics to Shoop by Salt N Pepa.

Choosing the wrong line at the airport.

Going into the one stall without toilet paper.

Finding the table at the restaurant that is painfully wobbly.

Saying every line out loud in Love & Basketball.

And people love when you say movie lines out loud, it's not annoying at all. Trust me on this one, I'm an expert.

And on that note, I'm off to get my weekend started. The entire state of Nebraska is traveling to Chicago this weekend to watch the Huskers play Northwestern tomorrow, so it's going to be a good one. Last time the Huskers occupied Chicago this post happened.

Hope your weekend is great as well!


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Thursday, October 16, 2014

What I Dig

I've always been told that I can "pull off hats well" or that I "have a head for hats." Don't most people, I wonder? Are there really people out there struggling to "pull off a hat?" That's so sad.

Although I've come to realize being told you have a nice head for hats is just a polite way of saying, "you're kinda cute, but you look cuter when we can't see half your face."

It's whatever. I embrace my hat face.

*purse can be found in my mom's closet. not mine.

Thus the reason I have been living in floppy hats all season long. I put one on every day and make no apologies for it. Besides the fact it's been raining in Chicago almost every day this week, I also think they make every plain outfit look just a little more stylish. Or maybe that's just my hat fetish talking.

They also help to cover up my bangers, which are in full blown theater curtain mode right now. I'm hoping they'll grow by next week when I head to New York...

The other fall fashion I'm all about right now are chunky booties. Like super chunky. I just got these Hope booties from BeachMint and I absolutely love them. They're super comfortable (and I have very wide feet) and look great with almost anything.


Let's take a closer look at that heel and sassy inside zipper.


I don't know what it is about these booties, but they make me feel much cooler than I am. When I wear them I feel like I could hang out in Wicker Park and talk about feminism and cats and what my favorite vegan dishes are. Amazing what a new pair of shoes can do, am I right? Right.

So we've got floppy hats, chunky booties, and the last thing I'm living in is my leather jacket. (Have been for the past ten years now to be honest.)

*fake smile courtesy of alcohol.

My style is about as basic as it gets. I feel like every shirt in my closet is just slightly different than the next. And all I ever want to buy are more fancy sweatshirts and more black jeans. It is what it is.

What are you favorite fall staples? Link up below.
Tomorrow's prompt: I'm An Expert At... (this one will be way too fun for me.) View all prompts here.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Words To Live By


These are words I live by. I'm a big old believer in the power of positive thinking.

But I haven't always been. In high school I remember actually saying out loud a few times, it's better to just expect the worst because if it happens it doesn't suck as bad. And by "the worst" I probably meant like not getting a call from a boy that night or having to stay at home yet again because I wasn't in the know on where the parties were happening. You know, "the worsttttttt."

That boo who girl from high school drives me nuts for two reasons. A. no one likes to hang around Debbie Downer. Positive attitudes are infectious, so are negative attitudes. I'm not saying you have to pretend to be happy all the time, God knows I'm not, I'm just saying you don't always have to be the person saying no.

And B. (now this is where I get a little hippy dippy) I truly believe there's something to thinking and believing good things will come your way, than in turn brings good things your way. The Universe is not against you, it's rooting for you.

I could talk about this stuff for days. DAYS I tell you. It just really gets me going and I know firsthand my life has gotten significantly better since I decided to see the glass half full rather than half empty.

But I'll spare you the energy talk today because I know it's not everyone's deal. However if it is your deal, I suggest reading books like The Secret (duh), The Power, The Alchemist, The Power of Positive Thinking, Write It Down Make It Happen, Daily Affirmations ... or anything similar.

And at the very least simply reading a book about thinking positive makes you feel better, so it's not like you have anything to lose.



What words do you live by?

Tomorrow's prompt: Fall Fashion! ohh la la!
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Guide to Chicago for Nebraska Fans Traveling to the Northwestern Game


I've had quite few emails in the past week from Nebraska fans traveling to Chicago for the Northwestern game asking where they should eat/drink/play while they're here for the weekend. So I figured I might as well turn it into a post in hopes it will help some of you have the best possible weekend while you're here. But trust me, you're not going to need much help having fun this weekend. It's just going to happen on its own.

What's more fun than drinking with people from your own state when you are in fact out of state? NOTHING. It's a thrill and we all know it. So let's talk about the Husker bars around the city.

Where Huskers Like To Drink:

The biggest Husker bar (in my humble opinion) is Kirkwood. On any given Husker Saturday this bar almost feels like you're in Lincoln. They even try to serve Elk Creek, we all know there's no Elk Creek like real Elk Creek, but you gotta love them for trying. You can't walk into this bar without knowing at least ten people.

*drinking pretend Elk Creek. 

It's located on Sheffield and Oakdale in Lincoln Park. If you're staying downtown it's like a fifteen minute cab ride. Or just jump on the train- more info on transportation below.

Last time Nebraska played Northwestern in Chicago this bar was packed the entire weekend. It also helps they have awesome food and good drinks. If you're the type of Husker traveler who likes to run into fellow Husker fans at away games (DAD, I'm talking to you) head here Friday night.

Division Ale House in Wicker Park is another favorite Husker bar of mine. It's not nearly as crazy as Kirkwood, but if you're in the mood for something a little more chill, this is your place.


They also have a killer brunch special where you get bottomless Bloodys and Mimosas along with a brunch item for like $20. I'm not positive on that price, but I know it's really affordable.

This is located at Division and Damen in Wicker Park.

Rockwood Place is yet another Husker bar located in Lakeview. It's between Sheffield and Newport. I've only been here a few times, but it's always super Husker friendly. Good food, cheap drinks.

And then there's this little hole-in-the-wall called Burwood Tap. Burwood isn't a designated Husker Bar by any means, I'm simply putting it here because last time Nebraskaland came to Chicago this is where a ton of people conjugated and it was just wonderful. Let's make this happen again Husker people, okay? Okay cool. I'll see you there around midnight on Friday. It's located on Wrightwood and Burling.

Where to Eat.

Everywhere. Anywhere. You really can't beat a meal in Chicago.

Maybe start with a fun lunch at Ditkas. I suggest this place simply because everyone I know from Nebraska likes to come here for drinks and dinner at least once while in Chicago. It's just a good atmosphere and if you're a Ditka fan he pops in here all the time. It's downtown right off Michigan near Chestnut.

And if you like Bloody Marys check out my post called 7 of the Best Bloodys in Chicago.

If you want to try some of the Chicago "hot spots" head to the West Loop and try your luck at Girl & The Goat or Au Cheval, or any of the other spots in that neighborhood. You're going to have to wait, but it will be worth it.

Or you can always spend a good hour or two walking around Eataly, sipping on a Peroni and eating a gourmet meat and cheese plate. Eataly is located downtown on Ohio and Grand.

And if you want the best deep dish (again, in my humble opinion) do like the locals and head to Pequods Pizza on Clybourn and Webster. I know you probably think you have to get Giordanos or Lou Malnatis, but try something new this trip. Trust me on this one.

And if you're hungover on Sunday (or even if you're not) go to Portillos. Order the entire menu.

How To Get Around.

Don't be afraid of the CTA (Chicago's trains and buses). It's $2.25 for a ride and it's clean-ish and safe. Download a Chicago transportation app on your phone before you come and you'll be set. If you're riding the bus you'll need to get a CTA pass before getting on, you can get this at CVS or Walgreens (or just pay cash to ride the bus, but know they don't give change.) You can get a train pass at any train stop.

To get to Northwestern Stadium (which is just north of the city in Evanston) hop on the train toward Howard and get off at Davis. This will be the most economical way to get there.

If you're a taxi kinda person (I would suggest taxis for late night anyway) they're not badly priced in Chicago. Download the Uber app before you get here and make everyone's lives easier.

Or just get crazy and jump on a Divvy bike and ride wherever your heart takes you.

What To Do.

If it's nice out, go on an architecture boat tour. These are my favorite.

Head to the Lincoln Park Zoo, it's free! It's no Henry Doorly (nothing is) but it's decent and right now the leaves are starting to change in Lincoln Park so it's a gorgeous walk.

Why not head to a comedy show? Chicago is a comedy hub. I suggest Friday night shows at either iO or Second City. Check out Trap or Improvised Shakespeare at iO. Shows on The ETC or Mainstage at Second City are great as well.

And if you're going to be here until Monday night come to Chicago's oldest comedy club, Zanies, and see me! I'll be performing at 9 p.m. I'll probably tell a lot of Nebraska jokes, it will be a hoot.

Or just spend your days eating and drinking, that's usually what I like to do.

What To Wear.

It's supposed to be mid 50s and sunny this weekend. But when you're in Chicago you should just always plan for rain, wind, and chilly temps. When in doubt, bring warmer clothes.

Or more specifically, why not just dress in Talk Herbie To Me gear the entire time? Wouldn't that be fun? I think so.  Just look how cute all of these people look!


Find the entire selection by clicking here. If you'd like to meet up and grab a shirt or sweatshirt this weekend just send me a message and let me know. I'm not afraid to push my t-shirt cart around the city. If you want one, we'll make it happen.


Where To Drink/Eat Around the Stadium.

(I can't speak first hand about these places, I was given this info from a friend who went to Northwestern. But he seems to know what's up.)

Bat 17.
1709 Benson Ave. One side is a restaurant and the other side is bar.

Tommy Nevin's Pub.
Located at 1450 Sherman Ave. Big Irish sports door with large outdoor patio.

Prairie Moon.
1502 Sherman Ave.

World of Beer.
1601 Sherman Ave.

As usual, take everything I've said for what it's worth. I don't claim to be an expert on what to do in Chicago, I can only tell you what I like to do here.

I just hope everyone has an awesome time here. But really, that's not all that hard to do in Chicago. It's just a fun city.

See you all this weekend and GO BIG RED!!!

*Feel free to share this post on Facebook, or with anyone you know traveling to Chicago this weekend. You can also send me a quick email at thedailytay@gmail.com if you have any other questions! 

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My First Addiction

Back in the late 90s I got heavily addicted to Beanie Babies.

*dressed as Lucky the Ladybug. 

I know what you're thinking, who didn't right? But my addiction was intense. So intense that my mom would drive me to McDonalds every single day so I could get eight Happy Meals (that was the max per car back when Teenie Beanies were the Happy Meal prize.)

I had my list of Hallmarks and other various drug stores in surrounding small towns that I would call every single day asking if they'd gotten in their shipment of new Beanies.

"You get the goods yet?" I'd ask in my low raspy ten year old voice.

"No, little girl. Please stop calling."

"Don't be cute with me Evelyn, I heard you're getting Patty the Platypus in. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you now?" I had my ways of getting info. "And don't call me, little girl. You know who this is."

"I don't know where you're getting this Taylor, we don't have any Beanies left. You bought us out last week. Please stop bothering us."

I made about twenty calls like this every single morning in the summer of '97. Some days were better than others.

My best dealer was in Hartington, Nebraska. It was a little mom and pop drug store that got a new shipment in every Wednesday morning. As soon as I got word they get fresh merch I would immediately demand my mom drive me up there so I could get my fix. And because you don't want to piss off an addict, my mom obeyed.

I used a lot of my own hard saved cash (which I naturally kept in my Fossil watch tin) to feed my Beanie addiction. But my mom also helped out as well, because she knew I had a plan and she would get every single cent back.

I'll never forget the time I walked into Marilyn's Hallmark downtown and saw Princess Diana, Erin the Shamrock Bear and PEACE Bear just sitting on the shelf. Peace was the white bear covered in peace signs and she was beautiful. I almost had a heart attack on site. I immediately purchased all three for $12 a piece. I would later re-sell all of them for about $200 a piece.

Here's something you should know about me. I've been hustling and dealing since the day I was born. The only time I got in trouble in elementary school was for underground candy dealing. I actually created a hand drawn menu that said "Sweet Stuff" on it that I would pass out to my customers so they could see what I had. My mom used to work for a candy company and our pantry was full of free samples, so of course I took those free samples to school to make a profit. The "Sweet Stuff" menu is actually what solidified my guilt in the end, but that's neither here nor there at this point.

Back to my Beanie dealing.

Unlike a lot of people involved with the Beanie Baby ring in the 90s, I got out on top. During the height of the craze I took my entire collection to a craft fair in Denver while I was visiting my cousin with the sole intent to sell every one of them. I wasn't attached to any. Addicts never are.

But when my cousin Whitney and I got to the craft fair we were informed we couldn't set up a booth since our items weren't handmade. So what did the young sassy Wolfe girls do? We marched across the street to the first front yard closest to the fair, explained to the owners our situation, offered them $20 and set up shop. We were in business.

Two hours later I had sold every single Beanie Baby I owned (and McDonalds Teeny Beanie) and was walking away with more than $1300. Not a bad day for a ten year old.

When I walked into my first candy store after my huge day of sales, I made it rain on those Jelly Bellies and Peachie-Os. I bought pounds and pounds of sugar intent on keeping my high going. I pulled out my wad of singles (I LOVED singles when I was a kid) and I could hear Damn It Feels Good to be a Gangster as I walked around the mall with my fat bags of candy, tossing dollar bills into every mall vending machine I could find.


Just for fun press play so you can get the full effect of how great I felt. It really adds something I swear.
Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster by Ghetto Boyz on Grooveshark
When I returned to Norfolk I immediately payed off all my debts and even gave my mom $20 extra and told her to go buy herself something nice. I felt like I owed it to her, you know?

I invested the rest of the money in bubblegum CDs and Polly Pockets. I've been told one of these two has increased quite a bit in value. I think I'm going to sit on mine for a few more years.


And that's the tale of my favorite childhood addiction. Many more were to come in the later years.

What was yours like? Link up below. Tomorrow's prompt: Favorite Quote and Why.



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