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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…

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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.

*waits*

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!

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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.

(Source)

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: And then there was one…

28 Jan

Yesterday I had a wrap filled with spinach and tofu for dinner.

My mom did too. With a side of fish.

I would be the angry little boy in this situation.

(Source.)

That’s right. I’m the lone “vegan” in this house. Sigh.

She debated for a while what she wanted to do, but in the end decided to just give in. Like I said in my last post, she always has a lot of social functions to attend and it’s been hard for her to keep up with it. Especially since we’re not doing this for any other reason but that we just wanted to see what it was like. We had every intention of going back to meat when the month was over, so it’s not like we’re trying to make a “save the animals!” statement here.

Sorry animals 😦

Ideally, I should stop too. At this point I’m just being stubborn.

But, with that said, I still cannot get myself to eat some cheese. I’ve thought about it many times. I even went so far as to make a grilled cheese sandwich! But as I started to put my beloved hot sauce on it, I realized I just could not eat it.

So I ate the hot sauce with pita chips.

No joke. I do stuff like that.

I think this has turned into a control thing. The fact that this is mentally unhealthy is not lost on me. Actually the fact that this isn’t in any way healthy since I eat bagels and chocolate (not together, usually) like they’re going out of style isn’t lost on me either.

But when I spend my days sending out my resume, desperately waiting for just one legit response, only to hear from companies that are trying to take advantage of recent grads, what to have for lunch suddenly becomes a big decision. I really don’t know how to describe it, other than to say that sometimes the highlight of my day is knowing that I didn’t eat that ice cream or that I chose soy milk instead of 2%.

It’s weird. It’s messed up. It’s me. I’m kind of a drama queen. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Enough serious talk. Want to know what I plan on cooking/eating when this is done? Duh, of course you do!

Jenna’s amaaaaazing mac&cheese. To tell you the truth, I have half a mind of making this at midnight on Feb. 1. I want it that bad.

Jessica’s Buffalo Chicken Burgers? Yes please!

My dad’s chili. Confession: I had a dream about this chili a few weeks ago. My life is so sad. But it is soo good, and he’s been making it for as long as I can remember. It reminds me of growing up in Ohio and eating with my whole family on cold winter nights. Love.

And what goes better with chili, than….sausage? So to help out, I’ll make this sausage cheese cornbread.

Oh, and I almost forgot about my Orange Chicken! <<not my recipe, but I made mine up and I’m too lazy to type it out right now. Sorry.

And, of course, I need to bake something. Quick! Somebody tell me what to bake!

I never looked good in a vest anyway

25 Jan

I was never a Girl Scout. I tried, but didn’t get in.

Actually I take that back. I never even got a chance to try and be a Girl Scout. I was rejected from Brownies, which I’m pretty sure is the forgotten half-sister to the Scouts.

My mom says it’s because I was too cute and they didn’t want the other girls to feel bad about themselves.

Gosh, I love her.

Even when she opens the door for the same organization that rejected her pride and joy. And then makes that pride and joy deal with the little girls (who were not rejected) because she can’t say “no”.

Well, guess what? Turns out I have the same problem. Wonder where I learned that?!

So even though I told her to not answer the door, she refused to listen to me. Mostly, she was upset that I was refusing to answer it myself.

Confession: I will go out of my way to not answer our door.

There’s no specific reason for this either. Sometimes I know we’re not expecting anybody and I don’t want to deal with door-to-door salespeople. Sometimes I just can’t handle the idea that I’d have to wrestle my 80-pound dog to ground while opening the door to keep him from escaping. And other times I’m convinced the craigslist killer is outside my door and I just don’t feel like dying that day.

My mom doesn’t seem to agree with all these theories I have. But she’ll be happy when I live a full life, that doesn’t result in a lifetime movie being made about me.

Did I mention that my dog goes crazy when he hears the doorbell? Yes? Well, allow me to mention it again.

Just as sure as I am about the craigslist killer showing up at my door, my dog is sure that two  little girls in vests are going to beat me up and take all my money. So when they showed up a few days ago, I had to put him in a headlock to keep him from trampling all over them.

Although, in actuality he seemed more excited than upset. I’m pretty sure he just wanted to jump in their wagon, eat all their cookies and take a nap. But who can blame him?

Those cookies are damn good.

I made the decision to buy some new ones they had so I wouldn’t be too tempted to eat them (vegan January, remember?). Normally I’m a Samoa girl, but I’m trying this new thing called “willpower” and it’s better if I don’t see Samoas for a while.

I can’t even remember what kind I bought now. They’re sitting in my pantry somewhere. Poor little cookies probably feel lonely with nobody to eat them.

The cookies I bought are the least of my problems now, though. The worst part is that I see those girls everywhere I go. Like, seriously, everywhere. A few have set up shop at the end of my street and hold up a box every time I drive past them. I saw a group outside Walgreens the other day, accosting innocent shoppers with their sweet smiles and sugary treats. And there’s a good chance they’ve been following me to work.

Oh, and today? Well today they were outside my gym.

You try lifting weights with visions of Thin Mints in your head.

It’s devils’ work, I tell you.

Just give up. They're going to catch you.

Balancing Act

7 Jan

No, I’m not talking about me walking around in four inch heels. Although that is one balancing act I’m proud of…

One of my favorite bloggers SnackFace sent out a little “challenge” to all her faithful readers to write a post about what balance means in their life. Hers are all classy and wonderful, mine are not. Hopefully somebody will read this and agree with at least one of mine, thus proving that I am not the only weirdo in this world.

Balance in my life means…

  • Spending $85 on a haircut and $7 on a pair of shoes.
  • Wearing ridiculous amounts of eye make-up and “finishing the look” with lipsmackers.
  • Eating oatmeal for breakfast and gummy bears for dinner.
  • Doing a hardcore weights session at the gym and then taking a leisurely walk on the treadmill.
  • Having a mild obsession with both George Clooney and Justin Bieber.

Does this mean I'm one of fajillion?

  • Studying for college finals while listening to Miley Cyrus.
  • Spending one day doing nothing but watching mindless TV and working two jobs the next day.
  • Going out on the town on Dec. 30 for my best friend’s birthday and staying in and watching a movie on Dec. 31 for New Years.
  • Eating eggs and bacon hours before starting a month-long vegan “diet”.
  • Applying for jobs in New York City and San Francisco one day, and Austin and Houston the next.
  • Watching the Food Network on TV while reading the news online.
  • Drinking nothing but coffee in the morning and nothing buy Sugar-Cookie tea at night.

The other liquid crack

  • Wearing leggings at work and jeggings at home.
  • Going to Target and buying nothing but workout clothes and baking supplies.
  • Having a bookshelf filled with Chuck Palahniuk, Jen Lancaster and Nicholas Sparks.

She kills me!

And last but not least..

  • Being completely in love with my life while having a ridiculous need for change.

What does your balance look like? Please tell me somebody else eats candy for dinner!

The Vegan Diaries: Um..

7 Jan

Soooo remember how last time we talked I was all “I don’t need no pizza!”

I mean, not in those words because I try to speak like a normal person as often as I can. But I did mention how not eating it wasn’t that hard, right?

Well roughly 14 hours after I posted that, I was singing a different tune.

I literally woke up needing pizza. Like I seriously opened my eyes in the morning thinking about it. I probably dreamed about it too, but I rarely remember my dreams. Unless they’re really weird, but sadly me dreaming about food isn’t that odd.

So I woke up and was all “If I don’t have pizza at least once today somebody is going to get hurt.”

Luckily I had pizza dough sitting in my freezer. A couple of months ago I was on this bread and pizza crust making kick and literally spent all my time kneading dough. Eventually my parents got sick of it and threatened to kick me out if I tried to make one more carb.

Obviously a lie, but they were tired of it. So my last batch went in the freezer.

Lucky for me AND the “somebody was going to get hurt” person. Don’t know who that might have been, but my money is on kid’s who keep rollerblading down my street with no regards to incoming cars.

I mean, seriously, are parents raising their kids to be idiots these days?

Back to the pizza. Since it was all rock-like (read: frozen) I set it on the counter and went on with my busy day.

And by busy I obviously mean I got my hair cut and then watched six episodes of Dexter. Sounds lazy, but I did finish season 2 without throwing up after seeing a lot of dismembered bodies which I think is an accomplishment in itself.

Also, the timing was perfect because as soon as I finished, my dough was ready for me. Let’s make pizza!

I’m going to save y’all the whole story of me actually making the pizza because it isn’t all that exciting, but let me just say this: I am a rockstar. And let me say one more thing: You don’t need cheese to make a rockstar pizza. I speak from experience.

When I’m all old and knocking on death’s door I can only imagine I’ll look back at this time and consider this meal one of my best. And hopefully my kid’s will cherish this recipe and pass it down generation after generation.

Unless, of course, I’ve raised my children to be idiots, in which case I’m counting on one of you to take them away from me. Really, it’s in their best interest.

Future problem children aside, this whole pizza thing was exciting for me. My mom was getting a little worried that we were going to run out of meals/food to make/eat which would result in us eating the same thing over and over again. This would, of course, result in us getting bored and inevitably we would end up face-down in a pile of pork.

And by “we” I obviously just mean “me”. Pretty sure my mom has self-control, especially when it comes to pigs.

Tonight we had homemade Chinese and it was delicious.

(Not So)Fun Fact: I’m totally allergic to nuts so I can’t eat at Chinese restaurants anymore since they cook everything in peanut oil. How lame is that? Good news is I can make a mean Orange Chicken myself.

I intend on doing just that on February 1. You are all invited, of course. It’s BYOC (Bring Your Own Chopsticks).

So we survived another day of veganism in this house. And now the only things I have left to worry about are waiting for season 3 of Dexter to arrive and not running over little kids in my neighborhood.

Life is good.