Suggestions for the Super Bowl

Thursday, January 31, 2013

It is officially freezing in Chicago.
So cold in fact my locks decided to say screw it and just stop working today.
Luckily Chris was still home when I took Harlow for a walk this morning because
when I came back and tried to put my key in there was no budging.
I was locked out.
Harlow's a bit of an alarmist, so after waiting at the door for no more than two seconds
he immediately started scratching at the door and barking like we'd been locked out for days.
He's a city dog, he has no idea what it means to be left outside alone.
I once tied him to our front fence with an emergency can of mace just in case
while I ran inside to get something and he still went nuts.
He watches way too much CSI.

Needless to say, we will not be making a trip to the park today.
It's way too frigid.
We're just gonna have to make due with playing hide-and-seek inside for awhile instead.
That always tires him out. I hide in the shower and he can never find me.
It's pretty cute.
Having a dog in the city during the winter isn't nearly as fun as having a dog in the summer.
Do you know what's it's like to have to leash your dog to go to the bathroom
ten times a day in sub degree temps?
I imagine it's somewhat like what Rose felt laying on that piece of wood in the Atlantic ocean.
When it's freezing rain I try to just wait in the doorway and put him on an extra long leash
to go out on his own and I whisper,
"I'll never let go! I'll never let go!!!!"
But he just stands there and looks at me insisting I go with.
If only Jack would have done the same...

The newest trick I have to distract him is this.

I just found out yesterday he is crazily obsessed with frosted sugar cookies.
I'm talking about those super cheap, overly soft, pre packaged pieces of calorie heaven.
I gave him one bite and suddenly he turned into Lena Dunham on ecstasy.
I've seriously never seen him go so crazy for a treat before, and he's had a lot of good treats in his life.
He was rolling on the ground with his feet in the air,
then he started running hot laps all over our tiny apartment,
and then he proceeded to whimper and stare longingly at the cabinet where he knew the cookies were with a consistent string of drool for about an hour.
That's a new record for him.
The little guy is persistent, I've gotta give him that.

So currently Harlow and I are still sitting in our office trying to finish up our work for the day.

As you can tell he's super pissed because he still hasn't gotten his cookie for the day.
and also because I discovered he's been putting alcohol in the I heart NY mug of his.
I told him he has to make at least ten more phone calls.
It's like working with a child sometimes I swear...

Well anyway,
 I had originally intended to write a post about my Super Bowl advice for
Sunday but this is all I could come up with-

1. Make sure your phones are fully charged.
I can't stress this enough.
When the funny commercials aren't on TV, you will have plenty of time to play on your phone all day.

2. Wear loose clothing.
Do you want to sit in tight jeans for five hours after eating a pound of cheese dip and washing
it down with eight beers?
I certainly don't.

So there you have it,
charge your phones and wear loose pants and you'll be good to go on Sunday.
Then again that's just kinda my general life motto for everyday.

Now I'm off to start Browsing.
I've been sent so many great blogs in the past few days I think you will all be very happy with today's selections.
And if you're not, stop complaining and send me your blog already.
P.S. Tomorrow I'll be unveiling a new feature on The Browse
with the help and collaboration of this gal.
So stay tuned...

Harlow's Guest Post

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

{harlow's first guest post}
It was only a matter of time really.

you know when those overbearing mom's make their kid write the family christmas letter because they
think it's so cute?

yeah, this is kinda like that.
don't get me wrong. i love tay and all.
but blogging isn't my deal, and i've told her that. i've got other things to do like pace around the house looking for a new place to hide my bone or stare at the treat cabinet and whimper melodramatically.
like that word melodramatically? i got a new calendar that gives me a word a day to bring into my vocab.
it's pretty cool i guess.
but anyway, tay's been insisting i do this for years. so here i am.

so what do i tell you?
should i tell you how when tay doesn't want to take me to the park she plays "hide n seek" with me in the house instead?
it's a sweet gesture, but also a little sad.
 i've never had the heart to tell her i always know she's in the shower,
so instead i wander from room to room pretending i can't find her, and when i finally stick my nose in the shower she squeals with delight like it's never happened before.
the poor thing needs more friends.

i mean she's my best friend, this is true.
but i can't help but feel as if she's just a bit too dependent on me, you know?
i worry she might have separation anxiety or something.
i have to hide all of my toys when i leave just because i'm scared she might start to get antsy and will chew them to pieces while I'm gone.
is that bad of me to do?
i'm just being cautious.

but it's nice to know i have someone who loves me so much.
have you seen the girl's Instagram account for God's sake?
it's all me...

so even though i'd never tell my four legged family back in Kansas this,
i know it was actually good luck i drew the short bone the day she came to the farm
 to pick one of us and I had to be the sacrificial puppy to give her the "choose me" look.
we make a good pair.
and if not for her i'd still be living in a barn right now. sleeping on hay!
that is just so not me.

so yes, i'm glad i chose her.
it's still cute to me how she thinks she's the one who "chose me,"
and that she's the one who "trained me."
let me ask you this, who picks up who's shit everyday?
yeah, tell me again who the trained one is.

love you tay.
now where's that peanut butter i was promised for doing this?


What Full House Taught Our Generation

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

As if I can even sum this up in one post.
This would really take an entire new blog to do it properly.
But I'll give it a try anyway.

Never exercise without eating first.
You will faint.

Just don't let Kathy Santoni make you feel insecure, ever!

Nepotism is never a sure thing.
Sometimes you just can't beat true talent.

Revenge is not always sweet.
Think twice before making fun of the sassy dumb girl in junior high.

Never drink alcohol at a college party.
You will get intoxicated. And your best friend will turn against you.

Never trust someone named Rusty.
No exceptions.

A clean house is a happy house.
And Wednesday is sock day.

Yeah, this might have to turn into a bi monthly thing.
There's just way too many lessons.

So I'll wrap it up with the most important lesson of all,
have mercy!

Speaking of TV, have you heard of these new shows?

Okay I'm kidding.
These are actually the names the girls below came up with when I asked them what a 
TV show about their life would be called. Clever gals, huh?
See if you can match the blogger to the show.
Answers will be at the bottom!

Hey guys! I'm Kelsey and I blog over at Stories of Kel
I am a 22 year old newlywed living in Salt Lake City, UT. 
I'm a master aesthetician so you can often find me writing about my love and passion for skin care.
 I have a body that loves to be sick so you can also read about all my exciting trips to the hospital. ;) Come stop by my blog, and say hello! 
I'd love to get to know you and your blog better.

I'm Andrea Bai, and Glam Hungry Mom is where I call home on the internet.  
I blog about life as a football wife, modern mom, and my obsessions - beauty, style, food, and family!  To me creating recipes is my therapy, and makeup and fashion are art forms.  
I even make YouTube videos from time to time.  
I'd love for you to stop by and say hello!  I love meeting new blogger friends.

Hi, I'm Niki and I'm the lip gloss loving blonde behind Glossy Blonde.  
I am fashion-obsessed and quite the beauty product addict, and on my blog I share my favorite fashion and beauty finds, along with my personal style!  
I also love to bake (and, admittedly, eat), so from time to time I'll throw in a fun baking recipe as well!  You may or may not also get to know my pets really well. 
 Stop on by and say hello - or you can also find me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram!

Hola! I'm Lindsey and I share my travel adventures with my husband over on my travel blog, 
Villa de Lynch. 
 We moved to Costa Rica six months ago for his job, and are fortunate enough to be able to travel all throughout this beautiful country.  
You may find yourself overwhelmed with the amount of pictures of Costa Rica on my blog, 
or you may find yourself booking a plane ticket immediately.
Either way, I'd love for you to stop by for some sunshine! :) 
Pura Vida!

Thanks so much and have a wonderful day! :)

Hey, y'all, I'm Gayle, and I write over at Grace for Gayle.  Contrary to some emails I've been getting, my name isn't Grace (seems worth mentioning).  My day job is in Human Resources as a Compensation Analyst, so I spend all day looking at salaries and trying not to laugh and/or cry I analyze compensation.  I live in Dallas with my two dogs and two cats.  I love peanut butter, animal memes, chips and salsa, scary movies, working out, borrowing people's kids, and I have an unusually difficult time describing myself without just listing stuff (no autobiography for me, unless a 500-page list counts).  Taylor has awesome readers, so I hope y'all come visit me, too--I guarantee my blog content is more entertaining than this paragraph has been!!! :)

Hi lovers! I’m Kelly & I write a Fashion & Lifestyle Blog called Messy.Dirty.Hair.

The main purpose { besides my love of fashion } for starting Messy.Dirty.Hair. was that I wanted to show people you can still be trendy & chic but natural at the same time. You will never see me standing in front of the mirror for hours globing on the makeup & making sure every single strand of hair is perfectly in place. It’s just not real to me.  It's actually really rewarding to be able to not care about what I look like & still feel secure & comfortable with myself to go out in public.


So it’s okay if your hair isn't sitting perfectly on your head today, or if there's a small stain on your jeans, or a button is out of place. It's okay if you leave the house without any makeup on. Be the real version of you. Stay true to yourself. Embrace the imperfections because let me tell you, no matter how hard you try you will never ever be perfect. So instead of driving yourself crazy trying to make everything look perfect join the movement & Embrace the Mess.

Try it one day...i dare you...

hear my full Embrace Messy Hair story HERE....hope to see you around the mess

Bachelor Edition- Torture Time

Monday, January 28, 2013

I think I've finally decided why I continue to watch The Bachelor.
Because it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
From the very beginning when we saw Sean walking around in his black briefs from an inappropriately low camera angle,
to the very end when we see Tierra calling herself a "strong and independent woman"
who occasionally falls down the stairs.

Let me break this down for you.

Things that made me uncomfortable during Selma's 1 on 1:
The constant hand holding.

Chris and I have dated for almost five and a half years,
you want to know many times we've held hands in public?
One time was on accident, and I'm pretty sure the other time we were mocking someone.
And then there was Selma's very subtle "I only weigh 110 pounds" comment.
 I don't need to know that you're one and a half Olsen twins smaller than me.
But just so we're clear I do kinda like Selma.
She seems like the cute little baby-talking girl I could never be,
"I feel like a princess in a castle" comment and all.
I've said I feel like a lot things before in my life,
but a "princess in a castle" is certainly not one of them.
I think I need to change that. I wanna know what a princess feels like, damn it.

Things that made me uncomfortable during the group date:
How about these outfits for starters...

Grown women dressed like a bunch of sixth graders on their first date at the roller rink is not a good look for anyone.
And watching Sarah fall and not be able to get up?
C'mon ABC, be a little more sensitive. This isn't a Life Alert commercial for God's sake.
I really felt bad for her! I can barely get up with two arms.

And speaking of falling, we can't forget Amanda's "jaw thing."
You know what bugs me? When unathletic girls get
 "sports related" injuries and they suddenly act like they've lost a limb.
(No offense, Sarah.)
The jock in me rarely gets feisty in my old age, but back in the day I used to run suicides on a
broken ankle/stress fractured foot/all with a tumor the size of a grapefruit growing in my toe.
So sorry Amanda, I don't have sympathy for your "sore jaw,"
I have a feeling this isn't the first time you've had lock sore jaw anyway.

And sidenote Tierra,

you better be careful how you so casually throw the term "torture" around.
For all you know there's an entire group of prisoners at Guantanamo watching every Monday night,
and they were probably quite offended with your cavalier definition of "torture."
Know your audience, Tierra Tequila. Know your damn audience!

Things that made me uncomfortable with Leslie's 1 on 1:

Well, I'm just gonna start by saying I truly like Leslie.
She's seems a little more real than most.
That being said, I was quite uncomfortable with her idea of "every girl's dream!"
i.e. trying on dresses in front of a guy.
Then again, this is coming from a girl who used to cry when my mom would take me Homecoming dress shopping. My teens were tough years...
To say I would be a little uneasy trying on dresses as a "first date" might be a bit of an understatement.
Regardless, when Sean didn't give Leslie the rose I was disappointed,
but not surprised.

Things that made me uncomfortable during the rose ceremony:
Amanda's 90's goth lipstick
Leslie's cherry red lipstick
When Daniella got a rose. Who is this girl? Bet she snuck on set at the roller rink.
Chris Harrison breathing.

But you know who didn't get a rose but I think definitely should have?
This guy.

And that pretty much sums up my discomfort for this episode.
Looks like next week Tierra gets hurt again. Weird.
Can't wait to see how that turns out.

This has been another edition.
Until next week, Bachelor friends.


Shit People Say On Monday

Because it's just been one of those days...
I'm pulling this one out of the archives because it just feels right.

Shit People Say on Monday

I’m just so not in the mood for today.

I think I’m still hungover from Saturday.

Today is going soooooo slow.

I seriously hate my life right now.

I’m like so broke.

I’m just so tired is all. 

I’m probably going to stay in this weekend.

It’s actually kind of nice out today. I might go for a run outside.

I really thought I was going to win the lottery on Saturday.

Has time stopped for anyone else?

I’m dreading going to the grocery store after work.

Should I put my status as “I hate Monday” or would that be dumb?

I don’t know why I’m so pissy today.

I just can’t wake up.

The weekend just went by really fast. 

Today really sucks. 

This coffee tastes like shit. I’m gonna get another cup.

I’m so pale.

It was like so hard to get up this morning.

I ate really bad all weekend. I hate myself.

Somebody just kill me.

I think I might have lost my debit card.

I’m eating really healthy this week. 

Just like don’t talk to me today, okay?

I’m so hungry.

Is it lunch yet?

I just feel really fat.

Can we talk about this tomorrow?

I almost didn’t come in today.

I’m going to bed so early tonight.

I can’t wait to lay on my couch. I mean after I work out.

Are you going to watch the Bachelor tonight?

Is yogurt an okay snack? Greek yogurt obvi.

Does anyone have some something salty in their desk?

I have such a killer headache. I think I’m getting sick.

How is this day not over yet?

I just really hate Mondays. 


Small Victories

And we have almost found ourselves at the end of yet another January.
Today is finally the last Monday of this godforsaken month.
I celebrate this fact every single year.
I've probably been taking note of it since I was a stressed out seven year old all pissed off that my
underground candy-ring sales were usually down for this month.
Whatever the reason,
getting through another January always feels like a small victory for me.

Wait, what was I saying? 
Whenever I see a Megan From Bridesmaids image I completely distract myself.
Oh yes, small victories.
Being that I view winter as a dark and dreary necessary evil,
I find it's a good time to focus on the small victories that happen all around us.

Such as...
 When I'm able to hit my iphone just hard enough with my gloves on so that I don't actually
have to remove them to do something really important like browse Instagram at the dog park.

Or when I'm actually able to unload the entire dishwasher in the time it takes 
my food to heat up in the microwave.
Or any other mundane chore that can be accomplished in 2.5 minutes.

Getting through a meal without spilling on myself while I sit on the couch and
watch DVR episodes of RHBH.
and two seconds after taking this photo the champagne went all down my shirt...
Not spilling is more like a huge victory for me.
All of my winter scarves have more booze on them than a bar stool.
(That's from going out by the way, not from my unemployed lunches at home...)

When Chris or myself can get our seat belts on before that sonofbitch beeper stops beeping.
That car "safety device" doesn't save lives, 
it ruins relationships.

When I finish burning a candle completely.
Why I feel this is even slightly victorious I have no idea.
I guess my life is kinda uneventful right now...

Now here's a real victory-
getting to the bottom of a chapstick before the sun or some other element does.
I think I've accomplished this only twice in my life.
And once was during my intense Bonnebelle-Dr.Pepper-flavor eating phase of '97.

When I finish the last of my shampoo.
Again, this is like the candle thing- a bizarre unwarranted sense of accomplishment.

When Jimmy Johns "accidentally" brings me regular chips rather than those
thinny chips I occasionally try to pretend I can tolerate.

Having my computer charger close so I don't have to get up and get it.
Because if it's all the way in my room we both know I'm just gonna have to resort to using my phone until tomorrow.

When one onion ring happens to fall into my mix of regular fries.
If this never happens to you you're not eating at the right fast food places.

And after having recounted all of these wonderful little moments I'm suddenly
in a great mood.
I going to go tackle this Monday like a self confident little girl with a dark strike
of bang down her forehead.
Maybe that's my scar from Hogwarts?


A Recipe without the Recipe

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Here's some back story you might not know about me.
My first job right out of college was called a "culinary specialist."
I was trained in knife skills, basic culinary 101, and public speaking.
Because everyday I would walk into high schools dressed like the Iron Chef and would
make a variety of random recipes for snotty teenagers to try out while trying
to convince them to go to culinary school.

Besides being able to chop with my eyes closed while dishing out insults to teenagers,
I also came away from that job with a bit of a knack for cooking.
I'm not claiming to be Julia Childs or anything,
(not to be confused with Julia Stiles, congrats by the way on the comeback girlfriend!)
I'm just saying I enjoy throwing a bunch of stuff together and seeing what the end result is.
Thus I bring to you quinoa stuffed peppers.

Now I'll tell you what I stuffed them with, but realize this changes each time
I make them depending on what I have in my fridge at the moment.
One time I had yogurt, pickle, and chocolate syrup stuffed peppers.
I kid, I kid.

Ingredients I used:
Quinoa (obviously)
Ground Turkey
Peppers (from the tops of the pepper)
Spinach (I add spinach to everything, literally everything.)
Sometimes I'll add black beans just for a little fiber kick, but not this time.
Then a little shredded cheese right at the end.
I've also tried goat cheese and really enjoyed that.

Now here's what I think sets aside a good cook from a bad cook-
spices and seasoning.
I just gave you the basic ingredients above, but then I throw every spice in my cabinet
on top of it.
To name a few I used-
Italian Seasoning
Garlic Salt
Bavarian Seasoning
Red Pepper Flakes
Celery Salt
Cracked Black Pepper
Chili Pepper
all tossed with a bit of olive oil.
I know some of these spices might not make any sense, but if it tastes good why the hell not.

And I should also note I don't follow a recipe.
Cooking is about experimentation - 
or so I said everyday while I was making the jicama salsa demo back in 2009.
Seriously though, I never measure anything, I don't look at specifics,
I just go with what I think will taste right.

I'm not sure how healthy these peppers actually are,
but they can't be that bad.
 Quinoa is so hot right now.

I'm not usually a recipe post kinda gal but this wasn't half bad.
Perhaps next Sunday I'll post the recipe for my buffalo chicken pizza...
Which is oddly enough many of the same ingredients just a different base.
Let me know what you guys think.

And this week I will also be adding some new elements to The Browse.
Five days later I've already got quite a few new ideas that I think will keep you all Browsing,
as well as be beneficial to growing your own blogs.
Stay tuned.
I'm off to do Sunday things.


The Daily Tay's Best Week Ever

Friday, January 25, 2013

For as eventful as last week was, this week seems to have been a bit more quiet.
Anyone else feel that way?
Chris and I have big plans of staying in tonight to make quinoa stuffed peppers,
I'm pretty excited about it.
Permitted they turn out like I hope, there will be photos to follow on Instagram.

A light dusting of snow arrived yesterday,
so naturally Harlow begged to wear his snow boots to the park.
Of course I let him.
I'm such a softy.

Have you ever seen a dog walk with shoes on?
I recommend you youtube it. You won't be disappointed.
Harlow walked like a platypus for only a block and then he was back to running like a Clydesdale.
When he runs with his boots on it sounds like a pack of horses are running through an open field.
And for those of you who are thinking I'm an animal abuser for dressing my dog in boots
I'll have you know the large rock salt the city of Chicago uses on the streets absolutely kills Harlow's paws.
I mistakenly took him outside without his snow shoes on earlier in the day and actually had
to carry him home (it wast quite the sight I imagine) because he refused to walk on the salt.

Anyway, let's get to it.
Time for another edition of
The Daily Tay's Best Week Ever.

Even though I don't want to, I guess I have to start with the most obvious choice-
Michelle Obama's to be specific.

You'd think this was the first time the world has seen this haircut the way
everyone has been reacting.
Let's not forget I've been wearing this style on and off again since 1988.
I for one think it's still up for debate as to who wore it better.

And then we've got one of my favorite reality "stars" in the news right now
Uncle Poodle.
Also known as Honey Boo Boo's uncle.

Uncle Poodle is apparently trying to get his own TV show about 
"being gay in the South"
But I'm pretty sure he was denied given there is already a show with that premise called "Nashville."
It was also released this week that Uncle Poodle is HIV positive after being infected by an ex lover.
Let's just hope it wasn't Sugar Bear. 

Speaking of Sugar Bear, the next thing I have to mention are 
"Ho Downs"
Which we all know is just another word for lip syncing thanks to Ashlee Simpson a la SNL 2007.

Only this time it's Obama's right hand girl in the spotlight, Beyonce.

Why Beyonce why??? 
Why did you lip sync at the inauguration?
The presidential inauguration is a time to highlight all of the best celebrities and pop stars
of our time and you have tainted it.
Look at Joey Biden, even he's upset.
Or perhaps just constipated, I imagine he's been eating a lot of rich food at all of these events.

But there's no shocker that the one person having the best week ever is 
Justin Bieber's Butt.

After putting this photo on Instagram (sans the pink star)
he officially beat out Lady Gaga for the most followed celebrity on Twitter.
(But only by a crack.)
In other news, Twitter announced they had a significant peak in user registration
in the male demographics over the age of forty five, 
mostly all listing their residence as "a dark basement" or "beat up old van."

What is our world coming to...
Is Lady Gaga going to have to tweet a pic of her little Lady Gaga to take back her reign?
Let's hope not. Because I've heard rumors. 

Anyway, that's all I've got.
I need to head over to The Browse and put up the features for the day... Maybe it's you!

Have a great weekend, everyone! 
The next one will already be in February. And then it's March.
Which means summer is basically here again. WOOHOO!