Friday, October 19, 2012

Friday's Fake Fashion Letters



Dear Stylemax, I really need you to be nice to me this weekend. Please let all things go smoothly and off without a hitch. oh and if you could be so kind to remind me that i'm not 21 anymore when i try to go out and party after you? thanks. Dear Forever 21, let me just take a moment and tell you how much i love you. because of you i bought this, this, this and this. well on my way to wardrobe remake 2012. Dear Target, thanks for the cute new $12 leopard flats. oh and yes…I'm still not 100% convinced this new "target debit" doesn't have a catch! I'm on to you.  Dear Pinterest, I'm making a vow to you now…I promise i will start actually doing things that i pin. Dear Mr. New Neighbor, thank you for giving me a reason to keep my makeup on... right up until i go to bed…just in the hope that you come knocking on my door asking for a cup of sugar. don't you worry. i'll be waiting/ready. Dear Mom, thank you for seriously being the best mom ever. i love that we ended our conversation last night with you telling me to keep an eye out for steve harvey…now that he's in Chicago. yes ma'am. Dear Ranita, thanks for being the most supportive cousin ever and always calling me to tell me my blog is funny. glad my insane life brings you humor. Dear AARP, why are you sending me mail? My 29th bday is 2 months away. geesh! give a girl some breathing room. (but keep the discounts coming. i'm okay with those early!) 

  


I hope everyone has a fabulous Friday and a wonderful weekend!!!! 
oh and here's a bit of advice for the weekend.
 DRINK MORE MIMOSAS!
(trust me. i'm wise) 

xo, 
T

p.s. i found a few pictures that good old  Melvin iPhone was hoarding. 
feel like sharing.










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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Awkwardly Tangled Thursday



Awkward:
- one of my good friends was in town visiting. i'm the kind of person that when i know a friend is coming into town i super clean; just in the off chance they want to stop by the apartment. during this super clean freak out mode…i usually go through a couple piles of junk mail and next thing you know i'm cleaning out the fridge. (why? i don't know. i mean are people really going through the fridge to see what's old?) anywho, since i live in a small place. i have a tiny trash can that fills up insanely fast. well there is a trash shoot on every floor in my building. (yes i'm still baffled by this.) i am lucky enough to literally be one door over from the shoot. this means i can literally bolt out my front door and get rid of trash. (hello cheap-o here saves on trash bags) Well this time i apparently thought i was all of a sudden the invisible girl from fantastic four and decided to jet out looking like a homeless person. 
visual: 
red fleece christmas pj bottoms, leopard ballet flats (closest shoes to the door), bright yellow tube top (no i don't wear this out in public…it's just the perfect top to clean in. I GET OVERHEATED OK!). 
now back…
i gather my trash. walk to the door. listen for the elevator and any possible humans walking by. look out the peep hole. when it sounds & looks clear; i quickly unlock the door and bolt out to the trash compactor room. get out into the hall and take a sigh of relief that there isn't a person in sight. i quickly open the compactor room door. (it's the kind of room were you can't hold the door open and dump your trash. ) i throw my trash down the shoot and bolt back to the door. 
IT WON'T OPEN. 
i have my first moment of panic (I WILL NOT DIE IN A ROOM OF TRASH!) 
i take a second to calm down and try to twist the handle again. 
(by this time my "movie scenario" mind has started to reel and i'm already imagining the writers of New Girl hearing about this via twitter or youtube and insisting this happen to Jess on the show. 
of course Zooey Deschanel won't look as hideous as me and will be wearing a footed adult onesie 
but pulling it off like a rockstar)
naturally i don't have my phone with me or anything so i literally start to yell out. 
"hello" "anyone there?"
what seems like hours later…(umm yea. it was for sure no more than 5 minutes) i hear a man's voice say "hello" back. i say in a very timid/frantic voice "the door is jammed. can you pull from the outside?"
the door of course immediately opens and there stands my new neighbor. Mr. smell. 
(He literally just moved in directly across the hall one week ago. only met him once at the elevators but dang. he smells so good.)
he quickly says, "are you okay?" 
as i start to say my thank you's. I notice Mr. smell giving me the once over. Naturally i blanked on my amazing fashionista style and remember that i have on the most ridiculous looking outfit known to man. 
i stop thanking him. say excuse me and start to walk/run back to my apartment. 
not before i really seal the deal of embarrassment…and pat him on the shoulder while saying.
"welcome to the building!"
i get back to my apartment safe and sound. shut the door and lean against it trying to recover from disaster-gate 2012. i lock the door and as i'm walking i happen to glance at myself in the mirror out of habit and realize…
I HAVE NOXZEMA CREAM ON MY FACE!

(talk about a welcome wagon of crazy!)



Happy Day Before Friday!!!

xo, 
T

  

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Little Hater & Mr. Scoops






well hello everyone.
long time no blog.
i blame the little hater. (explanation above)
The last couple of months have been complete chaos...but in the best way possible. i have made a promise to myself that i won't become one of those bloggers that just blogs to be blogging.
(haha. yea right.)
i mean come on...do you really want to know that i sat on my couch for 12 hours straight one Sunday watching a gilmore girls marathon?

nope.

(and for those of you who do.... picture: talenti gelato, newest knitting project, fancy fleece pjs and the storyline where Rory moves out of her g-parents house and makes up with Lorelei. shocker!
omg it was HEAVEN.)

now, when i wasn't sitting on my butt i was actually out there living.

Since i moved to chicago i have had some fun visitors. i mean that's expected right?
chicago=awesome.

So of course all of my friends and family are equally awesome and i love each and every one of them but there are a few that are pretty darn funny and probably could start their own tangled blog or two.

For example:
my mom and her bestie d.

now my mom and d have been best friends for a long time. you know…the kind of friend your mom has that you call your aunt because it makes more since and saves time when introducing.
(plus i just like saying she's my aunt to throw people off. for all they know…my g-parents could have been the first angelina jolie and brad pit. BAM. zahara and shiloh)

I digress.

anywho, so my mom and d came here for labor day weekend and asked if i would be their tourist guide around the city. i was super excited because how often do you really get to be a "tourist" in your own city? hello staycation.

And Tourist we did…
yes they have matching chicago bags. 

and now to the tangled hilarity that is my life…

the thing about d is that she is one of those people that lives life to the fullest. you know…that person you meet in life that makes you take a step back and say, "wow. i really need to stop taking things so seriously and just live." she's also that person that if you tell her something like "i'm single and looking for mr. right" she takes you serious and sets out on a mission to make that happen.
yes i'm shaking my head right now just remembering this weekend.

#1
we decided to be the ultimate tourist and take a double decker bus tour of the city. (recommended by the way. don't act like you are too cool. you actually learn a lot if you get the right guide…which we did) naturally we decided to sit on the second level of the bus. well for most...this would be prime seating to see the city. oh no…not for d. for her this was prime "looking out for tanyel a man" seating.
yep. that's right. she literally would see an attractive man and turn to me and say "look down there tanyel. a man. a hot man. down there" i'm not quite sure what she was expecting me to do at that moment? fling myself from the bus and jump him?
#2
we decided to go to the museum of Science and industry. (another must do. even if you don't have younger kiddos…you learn so much.) anyways, we are mid museum tour and decide to venture off into Yesterday's Main Street: Finnigan's Ice Cream Parlor
D decides to tell me that the parlor worker has a nice smile and seems sweet. Now i'm still not quite sure if we were looking at the same man or not but the one i was looking at clearly hates his job. 
mr. scoops is clearly wishing he were anywhere but here. With every scoop you could since his utter disdain. My mom, who may be the nicest person on the planet and the ultimate sweets lover… 
asks mr. scoops. " You must love your job. You get to be around desert all day." Mr. Scoops proceeds to says "if you say so. it's a job. i hate sweets!" 
D then says, " See tanyel. isn't he a nice young man!" WHAT?
Cue the next 4 people in line behind us starting to break out in full blown hysterics. 
quickly mr. scoops shoots everyone a look of daggers while not so secretly
 wishing he cold spit in our ice cream. 
let me just tell you. if i could have put a bucket over my head i would have reached behind the parlor glass and grabbed the emptiest ice cream tub. 
(secretly wishing it was a flavor i loved) 







































doesn't this just make you want to see more of my staycation
 a la tourist guide weekend? 
well here ya go. ENJOY!









UNTIL THE NEXT….

XO, 
T

  




Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Girls Who Eat 1.4


Now what I'm about to tell you may shock you...
are you ready?…







































good food makes me happy


ha. i know i know.  i say it every time.
but come on. am i wrong?


Well here it is my peeps. CHEESE, SWINE & WINE!!!!

My best friend has been talking about the purp pig since i moved to chicago and boy-o-boy she had every reason too. this adorable restaurant is located smack dab on michigan ave and is the amazing concoction of four genius chefs who love all things swine. 

I love a restaurant that just isn't about the food but the experience you are having while eating the food. 
when you walk into the purple pig you automatically know this place is a hot little joint. 
there isn't much seating but trust me...the wait is worth every minute. 
Fortunately the weather was nice enough that we could sit outside...even though the next time i go 
i want to sit at the bar. (it just looked so freaking cute and like you were amongst family)

The menu here is a little daunting i must say; so i suggest ordering a bottle of wine and settle in for bit. 




Speaking of wine... 
ordering wine here isn't just a small thing. it's an experience. your sommelier comes to the table and not only brings the wine...he actually explains the history of the wine and all the fun facts that go along with it. 
(and yes...i had to google "what is the title of the person who knows the wine at a restaurant?" don't judge. thanks chacha)

 wine suggestion:
try the Prokupac 
it's made from serbian grapes...or so i was told


Now to the star attraction

like i mentioned up there...the menus insane but in a good way. 
they have everything from pork fried almonds with rosemary & garlic to eggplant parmesan balls. 

So when the bestie and i went here; we decided to try a few different things. the menu is small plate style; so all the dishes are the perfect size and allow you to try more. 

we had the...

Prosciutto di Parma
(is any form of prosciutto bad?)

Pork Neck Bone Rillette & Mostarda
(are you kidding me? a pork spread)

Milk Braised Pork Shoulder with Mashed Potatoes
(had me at braised)



and man was it amazing. 


go now. 
and if you do...tell me how much you love it. 
I love being right sometimes


xo,
T