16 Feb


I know I’m about a million years too late, but I have a list of my favorite love songs for y’all. I meant to do this on Valentine’s Day, but I’m dumb and totally forgot.

Also, for being single I still managed to have a pretty kick ass Valentine’s Day. I am currently elbow deep in chocolate (thanks mom and Crystal!) and have a beautiful full bottle of vodka (thanks Dad!). I can’t wait to see what I get when I actually have a boyfriend!

I kid. I kid.

Oh and before I get to that list, can we just all agree to stop referring to Feb. 14 as Single Awareness Day? I mean, really. How ridiculous. If we’re being perfectly honest, wouldn’t every day be ‘single awareness day’? It’s not like I don’t know I’m single on March 7. Valentine’s Day does not bring the singleness out in us. Being single does.

Sigh. Moving on. I adore love songs. They’re just too sweet. So, grab a glass of wine, perhaps some chocolate (if you need some, I have about 10 pounds of it) and enjoy.

I had heard this song before, but I fell in love with it when Katy performed it at the Grammys. I’m a sucker for wedding footage.

Ugh, this song. I just love it. Plus I saw them sing this live back when I was an emo kid for a hot second. So that was cool.

Michael Buble. That is all.

I would not be against someone singing this song to me. Just saying.

You didn’t think I was going to NOT put an NSYNC song on here, did you? Silly. Also, how sexy is JC Chasez? Yummy.

Celine. Yes please.

I mean, duh. You guys should hear me try and sing this song. Ridiculous.

These aren’t in any particular order, but if I had to choose this song is probably my second favorite love song of all time. It never fails to make me happy.

So, what’s my number one you ask? Well seeing as how this list is full of mainstream acts (it’s a wonder Bieber didn’t make it in) you’ve probably guessed that my favorite love song is from….

Frank Sinatra? Yup, you guys I LOVE this song. Like, if someone held a gun to my head and made me pick the song that I want to dance to at my wedding, it would be this one.

Not that someone would have to put a gun to my head to make me decide. It’s obviously already done.

Gosh, I hope Mr. Mansee doesn’t mind.

What’s your favorite love song?


Hi, my name is Mansee…

10 Feb

…and I have too much stuff.

I had the day off today, so I made the decision to reorganize my room.

Why? Because I hate myself, apparently. I spent all day cursing myself and trying to figure out why I’ve kept magazines from 2001. Do I really know how to flirt like an 8th grader?

Please don’t answer that.

Instead, answer me this: Why do I need this many hair products:

Minus the Eucerin (heyyy dry skin!)

When we all know I rarely ever style my hair

Ha, how photoshopped do I look?!

Okay, so you can’t really tell but my hair is kinda crazy. I always hope that my charming personality and winning smile make up for it. Ha.

But hey, at least this smile has a million lip glosses to go with it. And eyeshadows. And liners. And bronzers. And…

I bet you’re wondering why I need six mascaras

Well, I don’t. I just can’t stop buying them. And, yes I use them all. I basically use a different mascara everyday. I know a couple of you bought the Colossal Volume one after I raved about it (hear that Maybelline? You can thank me later) and I think it’s still my fave. Although that little red one (otherwise known as OnebyOne Volume Express–also Maybelline) is really nice too, especially if you’re going for a more natural look. I just bought that fun hot pink one today (when I went to the store to buy trash bags for all the stuff I’m not hoarding) so I haven’t tried it, but I’ll keep y’all posted.

P.S. I have a problem. Please send help.

Sigh. Moving on to my closet. When I’m done putting eight tons of mascara on my lashes I like to pick out what shoes I want to wear for the day:

Wait for it…

I have more downstairs, but then I’d have to explain to my parents why I’m taking pictures of my shoes. They already think I’m strange enough, no need to feed into it.

But hey, at least I have other accessories to match!

That would be a pile of scarves in the middle.

You want to know the sad part? All of these pictures were taken AFTER I cleaned. As in, I had more stuff before. As in, I have three trash bags sitting in my room.

Actually, I lied. The sad part is that most of that is clothes. It took me about 15 minutes to decide that I had no need for half my closet, but I couldn’t seem to part with one scarf?

Really, Mansee? Really?

Again, I have issues.

I have no problem wearing the same yoga pants everyday yet I can’t use the same mascara two days in a row? What?

When I go to the store, I am more likely to come home with a new nail polish than milk. True story.

I was going to take a picture of my legging drawer, but then I realized it’s ridiculous enough that I’m admitting to having a drawer specifically for all my leggings.

The drawer above my legging drawer? Well that’s where all that makeup is stashed, of course. I know you didn’t think I kept enough clothes to use my entire dresser. Silly.

On the bright side, I can  now see the floor of my closet.

Blurry, but clean.

By the way, I moved those two heavy shelf thingys up there by myself. One yoga session and I seem to think I’m Wonder Woman.

I wonder what kind of mascara she wore…

Just call me Queen Bee

8 Feb

Update from yesterday’s post: I bought a few new yoga DVD’s (2 for $9.99 holla!) and I’m currently wearing yoga pants. The latter is no surprise, but let’s hope I get my downward dog on after posting this.

Alright, on to my other challenge I hinted about yesterday. So we all know I’m a huge fan of food. I like to cook it, bake it, look at it, read about it, shop for it and lord knows I love to eat it.

I don’t know if any of you read Food Network Magazine, but if you don’t I really think you should. In fact, stop reading this and go buy one. Really, I’ll wait.


Got it? Isn’t it amazing?!!

Real quick, go to page 58! How fun does that look?

Oh, and 88! Guess who will be making (and eating) ALL of those pastas until the buttons on my jeggings pop?

Oh, and for all that is holy in this world, please look at the bruschetta spread on pages 110-113. Yes please.

And finally, will you all turn to page 146. It might be the last page, but it is the most important today.

For those of you not following along (shame on you!) the rest of us are checking out the recipe contest. In every issue they announce what the secret ingredient is for that month. Those who choose to participate have to come up with a recipe using said secret ingredient and submit it by the deadline to be entered to win fun stuff AND have their dish featured in an upcoming issue.

Guess who’s choosing to participate? ME!

The secret ingredient is………

wait for it…….


Honey! And you can bet your sweet bottoms I’ve stocked up and started my list of things I want to make.

I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am. As I said, I love to cook and I especially love coming up with my own recipes. There is nothing like eating a perfect dish and knowing that you came up with that on your own.

My thinking is that even if I don’t win, I’ll still come out of this with a couple new recipes. And that, my friends, is always a win in my book.

And since I’m not that competitive of a person and really think this is going to be fun, I think it would be amazing if some of you came up with your own recipes and submitted them yourself! How cool would it be if one of us had our food featured in Food Network Magazine?! SO cool!

If you do decide to try this little challenge, comment and let me know! I’ll be sure to keep y’all updated on my kitchen successes (and inevitable failures, of course). Happy cooking!


New challenge

7 Feb

This morning I had a bowl of soup and piece of cake for breakfast. The cake had rum in it. This can only mean two things:

1. I’m obviously not turning vegan for good.

2. I need a new challenge or I’m just going to start drinking rum for breakfast.

Just kidding! But seriously, I’ve been kind of bummed since my vegan month ended. Now don’t get me wrong, being able to eat cake and cheese has been wonderful. I knew that veganism wasn’t for me so I never intended to continue with it, but I do miss the “challenge” of it.

So, I need a new challenge.

But I don’t want it to be just a monthly challenge. I want to try things that I would want to do for a few months, or years or even *gasp* the rest of my life.

I know, it’s crazy.

Here’s the thing. The reason why I was successful with vegan month (and by successful, I mean I managed to not shove cheese into my mouth until Feb. 1) was because I knew it was ending. I knew that I would be able to go back to my normal ways so it made the month that much easier. Any time I thought I was going to lose my mind and throw a bowl of carrots at the wall, I just reminded myself that I could dip those carrots in ranch dressing at the end of the month.

Honestly, that last week is kind of a blur because I was just getting through life to get to that grilled cheese.

Sounds sad, huh? Well it is.

I don’t regret that challenge, but I don’t want my next to go that way.

Along with being a super wonderful person, my best friend Jessica is quite inspiring. Her January challenge was 30 days of yoga and this month it’s running and dancing.

Hardcore, no?

I must add that she did it without as much complaining as I did. Like my life was so much harder because I ate bagels and gummy bears everyday for a month? Feel free to shake your head at me.

Anywho, she’s inspired me to give yoga another shot. I’ve tried it multiple times before and for some ridiculous reason, I never stick with it. I either end up giving up halfway through or falling down in a fit of giggles.

I swear I’m almost 24.

But this won’t be a monthly challenge. I’m just going to do it and keep at it until I figure out what works for me. Instead of being in a “this will all be over soon” mindset, I’m going to try a “how can I make this work long-term for me” mindset.

I’m pretty excited about this. Not only will it give me an excuse to buy more yoga pants BUT it will give me an excuse to wear them EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DO. Oh, and I can only imagine the physical benefits will be awesome 🙂


I literally want everything from lululemon. EVERYTHING.

First step: Find my yoga mat. Let’s do this!

P.S. Check back tomorrow for another challenge I’m doing this month. This one’s pretty legit and, surprise surprise, has to do with cooking!

Weather complaints or Why we should all move to California

4 Feb

So in general, I’m pretty sure people like me. I mean, I’m a cool person and I was recently told that I might be too pleasant.

Sounds like a good thing, right? Well I was told this during a job interview. I still don’t know what to think of it.

Anywho, even though I might be cool and nice, I know there are times when people just want me to shut my cool and nice mouth. They probably want to punch my cool and nice face too, but so far they’ve refrained from that (and I thank them for that everyday that I don’t have to wear foundation to cover up a black eye).

So what is it that might annoy people to the point of punching, you ask?

Well that would be my love for cold weather, specifically snow. Along with that, my dislike of hot temps and the sun. I really don’t like the sun. Even when it’s smiling and wearing cool shades.


Okay fine, I don’t hate the sun. I just don’t always appreciate it. I do hate that it brings 100 degree temps to my place of residence and makes me want to curl up in my freezer and cry. All the time. From April-October. Dramatic much?

So yes, I like colder weather. This could be because I was born in Ohio and lived there until I was 14 (by the way, snow days were a regular thing for me growing up. Jealous?) or because I look cuter in winter clothes. I can’t deny the truth, you guys. If you only see me once in your life, I can promise that you’d rather me be wearing boots and a sweater than shorts and a tank top. For your sake.

I also get crap for still liking Ohio sports teams. “Mansee you don’t live in Ohio anymore! You went to school in Texas! You’re not allowed to be a Buckeye fan!”

Um, yes I can. It’s not like I’m this HUGE football fan or anything, but if I am going to root for a team, it’s going to be the team that my family has the most ties too. And that would be Ohio State, so get off my back.

Also? Scarlet is cuter than burnt orange. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Back to the weather. So when it does get cold, I get excited and pull out my boots and scarves (and if I’m really lucky, gloves!) and bundle up to go outside for whatever reason. OR I pull on sweatpants over my leggings that I’m obviously already wearing and curl up in my Snuggie. And then I hear this:

“Ha, I thought you LIKED the cold weather? How are you going to survive in New York if you can’t handle this?”

The latter statement tends to come from my parents who never want me to leave their house. No joke. If they lived in New York, they would say no such thing.

Listen. Just because I like the cold weather, does not mean I’m immune to feeling it! I don’t want to wear a bikini (ew) and dance around in the snow. I mean, really? I’m quite aware that if I were to move to New York or Chicago or any other place that has real winters, I would need to wear a jacket. I get that. I’M NOT A POLAR BEAR FOR GOODNESS SAKE.

Do I question why everybody runs around half naked in the summer? No, I don’t.

It’s not like people who like hot weather never complain about the heat. When I worked at Starbucks and spent my summers blending frappuccinos I never got on my customer’s case for complaing that it was “hotter than hades out there!” No I just made thier extra caramel, double blended, extra whip caramel frappuccino and watched while they sucked down a future heart attack.

So yes, when it’s cold I wrap myself in two blankets and exclaim “wow it’s really cold outside” or I might refuse let my dog out because “I don’t think he can handle this cold”.

Lazy? Maybe. But I’m allowed to do it.

You know what else I am allowed to do? Laugh at the store I work at for closing down early because it MIGHT snow. Obviously this would be funnier if I didn’t end up staying 1.5 hours late so that another person wouldn’t have to come in for only 1.5 hours.

Yea, I worked a 10 hour shift and I still like cold weather. It’s a lifelong love and it’s never going away.

And before I get all the summer girls in a frenzy (ha, remember that song?) let me just say this: I don’t hate summer. I do enjoy warm weather–just not 1385030 days of it. There are some days that I actually wish I was a witch so that I would melt in the heat and be put out of my misery. Plus, I look good in black.

In a perfect world we wouldn’t have to deal with extreme weather. Ideally, we would all live  where it was in the 50’s or 60’s everyday. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect weather.

Oh wait, that’s just San Francisco. Seriously, what is this?

Maybe we all need to move to California?

I really don’t know where I’m going to live a year from now. I might still be in Texas, I might be in Wisconsin. I could be in New York or California! The beauty in this is not knowing where I might be.

No matter what though, I will always prefer boots to sandals and sweaters to tube tops. And we’re all allowed to complain about the weather, right? So how about I’ll let you complain about the snow today if you let me complain about the heat in July. Deal? Deal.

So excuse me while I go eat a bowl of soup because I’m not immune to the cold. Plus, I really really like soup.

Oh, and to anybody reading this who lives in the north. I’m sure you’re super tired of all the blizzards and would like to punch me in the face right now. It’s okay, I don’t blame you. I just bought new foundation and concealer anyway.

The Vegan Diaries: Now what?

2 Feb

Warning: The photos in this post are awful because I don’t have a camera and had to use my phone. And even though my phone is superfreakingawesome, it’s camera is not so superfreakingawesome. SO, please do not compare me to other bloggers who can take superfreakingawesome photos. (cough Jessica cough). Thank you.

I bet you’re wondering what my first non-vegan meal was. You’ve probably been waiting all day to find out!

Or you’ve read my past posts and have noticed that I’ve done nothing but talk about cheese for a week.

If it’s the latter, than you won’t be surprised that I woke up and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich this morning. And it was delicious.

With a side of blueberries, also known as "bloobs" by other blogs/in my head.

My mom insists I don’t get enough antioxidants, so she took it upon herself to buy two huge things of bloobs for me. I keep trying to tell her I eat enough dark chocolate a day to feed a small village (dark chocolate=antioxidants, duh) but she refuses to listen.

Also, that picture was taken in my parents bathroom. That’s how bad the lighting was in the rest of the house.

At work, I ate…nothing.

I had expected to find myself pining over our cookies and soups and cheesecakes, etc. But oddly enough, I didn’t really want any of that. Perhaps I’m growing up?

Oh, but I did eat a bag of cheetos. Guess I’m not growing up. Hmph.

When I got home (which was SUCH a drama because my car basically froze while I was working and my accelerator just did not want to go. I had to sit there for like 15 minutes to allow it to warm-up. What a baby.) I found that my mom had made soup!

Seafood soup to be exact. Ate it all, except for the okra because the slimy seeds remind me of my dog's drool. Truth.

Oh and my mom would like all of you to know that she made that soup from scratch, including the broth. As in she made homemade seafood broth. Impressive, no?

I also had more bread and cheese on the side. No complaints.

And fried stuff.

These pics are making all my food look gross, but I swear it was delicious.

I bet you’re wondering what Max was doing while I was eating, huh?

Surprisingly enough, this was the best picture I could get. Sigh.

He sat two feet away and stared at me. Just stared. The entire time I was eating/taking pictures of him with my phone.

And here’s a photo of a cute mug, just for fun!

Kind of trippy...

I ate dinner while watching today’s episode of Oprah. Ironically enough, Oprah and her staff went vegan for one week and the show was about how they dealt with it. But it was also about how animals are treated in this country and what “vegan-ish” diets can do for our bodies. By no means was it a “meat is bad!” type of episode, rather the main message was that we should all be aware of what we’re eating.

I took away a few things from the episdoe:

1. Trying a vegan diet really does make you aware of what foods you eat, and how dependent we can be on animal products.

2. However, with that said, I can firmly say that a vegan diet is not for me. Maybe it’s because I didn’t do it long enough for my body to fully adjust or because I ended up carbo-loading like I was running a marathon (seriously, I ate more bagels this month than I did all of 2010. Atkins, who?), but this way of life just isn’t for me.

3. My dog does look like a baby cow (otherwise known as a calf) which made me super sad when they were showing the slaughterhouses.


5. I love cheese. I really, really love cheese. BUT I had no desire to eat any sort of meat today. Not even bacon. Weird. I know I will eventually eat it again (maybe not red meat?) but I didn’t crave it today (or all month for that matter) the way I thought I would.

So in conclusion, I’m happy with my decision. I loved the challenge of being vegan but I don’t care for the lifestyle.  However, I’m so glad I gave it a shot and would encourage others to do the same.

I’ll support you by baking vegan cookies whenever you want 🙂

Alright kids, it’s cold and I want to go snuggle with my baby cow dog:

Ahh look at his little squished up face!

Oh and one more thing! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for reading. Being able to write about this little challenge really helped me and provided a sense of motivation that I don’t think I would have had otherwise. Y’all rock–give yourself a pat on the back!

I couldn’t help myself

31 Jan

Two posts in one day? WHO AM I?!

Well, I’m kind of obsessed with myself. My dad has to submit some pictures for this yearbook thing some of his old classmates are putting together so we’ve been going through ALL of our old family pics looking for the best ones.

Some of you might not know this, but I’m the youngest of three in my family AND the only girl. In other words, there was a camera shoved in my face from the minute I was born.

Honestly? This was not a bad thing cause I was a super cute child.


This is me being super happy:

My mom’s favorite picture of all time:

Me being way too cool for school:

Check out my sweet lunchbox:

My oldest brother and I (check out how skinny he was, and how chubby I was!):

My other brother and I (another sweet outfit my mom picked out, bonnet and all):

All three of us:

Oh look! We grew up into respectable adults!

Oh man, I love old pictures.

Okay, you can go back to your normal “Mansee-less” day now 🙂