November 26, 2013

Man Child Tested, Awesome Wife Approved | Buffalo Chicken&Bacon Mac&Cheese

TJ said that this was the best pasta dish that I've ever cooked. On top of his man-child stamp of approval, this meal is super simple to prepare, which means that it will definitely be added to our pre-game dinner rotation. 

While I was taste-testing the Frank's and cream mixture I was worried that it'd be a little too hot for him, so I added melted butter right before I combined it with the pasta, chicken and bacon. If you really love hot buffalo sauce then I suggest waiting to add the butter until you've tested the sauce first. Enjoy!

INGREDIENTS
3/4 cup Franks Red Hot Sauce
1/4 cup blue cheese or ranch dressing
4oz cream cheese
2 cloves minced garlic
2 tablespoons melted butter
Box of medium shells, cooked and drained
1 large chicken breast cooked and shredded
6 pieces of cooked and crumbled bacon
2 cups cheddar cheese
1/3 cup panko bread crumbs

DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 350 and prepare a 9x13 baking pan with cooking spray
2. Combine Frank's, blue cheese, cream cheese, garlic and butter in a food processor
3. Combine pasta, chicken, bacon, cream sauce and 1 cup of cheese in a large bowl
4. Transfer to prepared 13x9 pan. Sprinkle with remaining cheese and panko crumbs
5. Bake for 25-30 minutes


xo,
Kym

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November 22, 2013

Ten (more) Things You Should Know About Me

Pretty Miss Samantha from It's All In The Details recently "nominated" me for a little somethin' somethin' called the Sunshine Award ... and since I have nothing else to publish on this fabulous freaking Friday, I'm thankful that Samantha thought of me and gave me some blog material for the day ;)

1. If you were a Real Housewife, what would your tag line be? 
Don't Fox with me or I'll blog about you.

2. What's your most embarrassing moment? 
Back when I was a sophomore in high school I had gone to dinner with my boyfriend and eaten super hot and spicy buffalo chicken tenders. We had a good 45 minute drive back to my house, and about 20 minutes into the drive I developed wicked bad stomach pains .... okay, I had to poop. Obviously I was embarrassed to ask my boyfriend to stop anywhere so that I could go, so I played it off that I just wasn't feeling well, and I put my head on the center console so I could try to relax and force myself to sleep. I woke up twenty minutes later as we were pulling down my parent's driveway, and I noticed that the car behind us was pulling in, too. My dad just so happened to be behind us the entire time and from his viewpoint it did NOT look like I was just putting my head down because I wasn't feeling well. I definitely heard all about this from both both of my parents ... and I'm pretty sure they never believed me. They've probably forgotten about this after all of these years, but I've been embarrassed ever since. Dear Mom and Dad, I swear my head was down there because I had to poop!! Hashtag awkward.

3. Tell us something we don't already know about you.
I once memorized the entire choreography to "I'm A Slave 4 U" and performed it in a recital with two of my friends and our male "back up dancers" ... Good God. 

4. Where is your favorite place to vacation?
I sort of consider every city we've ever lived in a vacation, but my favorite place that we've actually paid to visit is Riviera Maya

5. What's your favorite word?
Fox is my second favorite F word. Fuck is a very versatile word, you know.

6. Why do you blog?
Because it's cheaper than therapy.

7. What is your go-to outfit?
Yoga pants, a long teeshirt or flannel button up, Uggs and an Army hat. Me so fancy.


8. Cupcakes or cookies?
Cupcakes for life.

9. What do you want for Christmas from Santa?
I haven't decided yet! I'm considering buying myself a new MacBook and packaging this old one up in the new one's box to give to TJ, though. It's the thought that counts.

10. What do you do for a living?
Part time personal assistant, part time blogger, and full time dick-around-on-the-internet'er.

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The eleven bloggers I nominate:
1. Sami at Sami's Shenanigans
2. Darlene at Young Mama Tales
3. Alexes at Lexe In The City
4. Aunie at Aunie Sauce
5. Renee at So Fill Your Heart
6. Missy at Take All Chances
7. Niki at Glossy Blonde
8. Karly at Karly Kim
9. Erin at Two Thirds Hazel
10. Ginny at Buttergirl Diaries
11. YOU!

The eleven questions y'all should answer
1. If your life was a movie, what would the title be?
2. What was your absolute favorite show growing up?
3. Do you have a hobby outside of blogging? If so, what is it?
4. If you could be any Disney princess, who would you be and why?
5. What is your favorite song at the moment?
6. If you could only go on three websites for the rest of your life, what would they be?
7. Which way does your toilet paper roll - over or under?
8. What color is your toothbrush?
9. What is your favorite recipe to cook?
10. What would you do if you could be invisible for 24 hours?
11. If you won $100,000,000 what is the first thing that you'd buy?

The rules (I didn't make them up, but I heard if you don't follow them your blog will disappear from the internet...)
1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger. 
2. Answer 11 questions the blogger has created for you. 
3. List 11 bloggers that deserve the recognition & love (not including the blogger who nominated you). 
4. Post 11 questions for the nominated bloggers to answer.

xo,
Kym

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November 20, 2013

Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?

We all carry secrets in our hearts, right? Good ones, bad ones, dirty ones, silly ones, scary ones ... maybe you're in love with your brother-in-law, still wet the bed, are pregnant and no one knows yet, pick your nose and eat it, are a klepto, addicted to drugs, still terrified of the dark, love one of your children more than the other ... you get where I'm going here?


I've always wanted to submit something to PostSecret but I've never gotten around to actually sitting down to write that anonymous postcard ... so today I'm opening up Travel Babbles to let any and all readers leave their secrets here anonymously via comment down below ... and I'll be sprinkling in a few of my own secrets, too.


So spill it down below. No one will figure out your secret, I promise (as long as you remember to comment anonymously!) ... and make sure you check in periodically throughout the day to read everyone else's secrets ... this could get good ;)

xo,
Kym

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November 19, 2013

The First Eight Things That Pop Into My Brain

#1. I just spilled hot coffee on my back.

#2. TJ's been playing hockey for the past seven years and we finally just took a photo on the ice after a game together. Clearly it had to be documented. 

 
#3. I've been a really shitastic blogger lately and haven't responded to comments or read anyone else's blog in over a week. Blogger Guilt is real, y'all.

#4. I went shooting with my dad last night! Multiple four letter words were had.

 
#5. I am very excited for hot chocolate and marshmallows and snow. There, I said it.

#6. Mr. Fox has 12 more days to reach his Movember goal of $500. He's currently raised $275 for men's health and we appreciate everyone's support so much! (ps - does he look like a creepster or what?)

 
#7. Christmas is FIVE weeks away. Have you started shopping yet?

 
#8. This post literally took two hours to write. Clearly it's been a slow morning.

xo,
Kym
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November 14, 2013

That One Time I Was Served The Largest Piece Of Humble Pizza Pie....

TJ was given the day off from practice yesterday so we decided to take a walk down to the 16th Street Mall to grab some lunch and frozen yogurt from this place that he ate at when his team played here against Denver a couple of years ago. 

As we walked down the street I was whining about how he'd be away in South Dakota on Thanksgiving, and how that'd really suck because Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and having it before or after that splendid Thursday just isn't the same.

We decided to have lunch at the Yard House. TJ had the BBQ Bacon Burger and I had a BBQ Chicken Pizza with chicken tortilla soup. Clearly we like BBQ sauce. Everything was delicious, and somehow, our lunch came out to $36. I questioned and itemized the receipt, but yep, our lunch cost $36, so we whipped out the debit card, grabbed my box of leftovers, and took off down the street to find this yogurt shop that TJ has talked about since before we even moved to Denver.


As we walked the five blocks down the street we passed dozens and dozens ... I don't know, maybe even a hundred homeless folks. Three asked for spare change ... "Even your pennies will do," ... but TJ and I never carry cash on us and we certainly couldn't fill their cups with our debit or credit cards, so we had to reply with, "Sorry, we don't have anything," as we walked past them.

We finally made it down to the yogurt shop and were greeted by this:


Closed for business. And TJ was one sad panda. He was totally looking forward to "being a kid in a candy shop," and loading his frozen yogurt with a pound of goodness. I told him that there was a Pinkberry down the street and that he'd have to settle on that, so we turned back around to trek to that yogurt shop instead.

As a forth person asked us for spare change, and we had to reply with "Sorry, we don't have anything" I started to feel an anxiety attack brewing. These people kept reminding me of a close family member who chooses to be homeless and panhandle and live off the earth, and it just started to overwhelm me. Is this how people react to her? Telling her "Sorry, I don't have anything" while quickly moving down the street with their expensive handbag and warm Ugg boots? I felt like such a giant asshat.


We walked a few more steps and I heard someone mumble something at us so I stopped in my tracks and asked him "Pardon? I'm sorry, what did you say?" His voice was suddenly lower, but as I looked into his tired eyes I heard him clearly - "Are you going to eat the leftovers that are in that box?" 

Obviously I handed my pizza over immediately.

And I haven't stopped thinking about that boy since. He was younger than me for sure ... maybe 23? ... and he was hungry. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't even care about what was in the box ... he just needed to eat.

Suddenly, me spending Thanksgiving alone, and TJ not getting his frozen yogurt didn't matter anymore.

I keep wondering if he was filled with humiliation as my heart was filled with sadness when he asked for my already eaten food. I've been wondering how he got there, where his family is, and how many people walk by him each day. Where does he sleep at night? And where was his coat? 

I guess I grew up in a small town bubble in Massachusetts. I'm not ignorant to the statistics of homelessness ... but I've just never been surrounded by so many homeless people before. It's a truly tragic situation here in Denver, and one that breaks my heart each time we leave our apartment.

Tonight I'm attending a Thanks Giving Blogger Meet Up party. I'm going to be honest here - when I first learned of this event I was more excited to meet fellow bloggers in my new town than I was about the actual purpose of this event. And now? Well let's just say that this seriously couldn't be happening at a better time. 


I don't know that boy's name ... but I want to. I want to know all of them. They aren't hobo's ... they are humans with feelings. And I know this sounds cheesy ... but I feel like my thirty second interaction with that boy has changed me. Yesterday I wrote about how I don't really know what I'm doing with my life ... and I feel like maybe that boy helped me to figure it out.


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November 13, 2013

Real Talk // Rambling Thoughts About "Making It" ...

Whenever someone learns for the first time that TJ is a professional hockey player, I'm immediately asked "So, when is going to make it to the NHL?"

I used to be a hopeful panda six seasons ago ... but now, whenever someone asks me that question, my simple answer is "Never," and I smile and move on.

I don't say that he'll "never" make it to the NHL to be an asshole ... and I mean, I guess I should never say never - I suppose there is a .00000000000001% chance that he could maybe play a game in that league ... but, the fact of the matter is that no, he will never play in the NHL.


But does that mean that he hasn't made it? When there are literally thousands of guys out there who wish their job entailed going to the rink each day and earning a paycheck from playing a game that they love?

So maybe TJ's childhood dream didn't fully pan out just because he doesn't play in the NHL, but I feel pretty confident and proud that he's "made it" as a professional hockey player. He literally loves going to work every day, and how many people can say that? Because I know that I can't. 

My full time job as a personal assistant is absolutely not what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, but it pays the bills. And this blog? It pays the bills, too. But I used to think that I'd "make it" as a blogger once I had X amount of followers and Y amount of posts published ... and lately all of that stuff has been so irrelevant to me. Clearly money and "fame" don't equate to loving what I do, so I suppose I'll be continuing to fake it until I figure out exactly what "making it" means to me.


What is your definition of "making it"
and where are you trying to go?

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November 12, 2013

I Probably Shouldn't Publish This ... But Today, I'm Unapologetically Happy

I'm currently sipping on cinnamon chia tea, listening to Brutus snore on the couch, and I just kissed TJ goodbye as he headed out the door to his pre-game skate.

My weekend was spent with Darlene and Sami, and I enjoyed a day of shopping and dinner with two of the wives here. My time was fueled by conversation and laughter instead of trying to figure out which filter would best document this all on Instagram, and not a single thought was had about blogging. 

Is this how "normal" non-blogger people spend their weekends? Because it was glorious.


I probably shouldn't publish this ... but today, I'm unapologetically happy. My life has been simple and wonderful lately, I've been filled with joy in the small things, and I want to scream this all from the rooftops ... but I'm embarrassed to, because no one wants to read that happy horseshit.

People like reading posts like when TJ lost his job or when I lost our baby. I'm sure a majority of this has to do with the blogging community pulling together to leave their sentiments, but let's get real - people roll their eyes when they see someone publicly express how happy they are and how awesome their life is. Those people surely must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, right?

Wrong.

TJ loves his job. I love the friends I've made here. Our marriage is better than ever. We're all healthy. We love Denver. Brutus has dozens of doggy friends here. Life has just been simple and easygoing, I have zero complaints, and I want to celebrate this time in our lives because it's been a very, very long time since I could honestly share that we're all genuinely happy with who and what and where we are right now.

Join me in this celebration:
What are you unapologetically happy about right now?

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November 8, 2013

TGIF - I Simply Cannot Get My Life Together This Week

After a little bit of chit chat on Twitter yesterday, I've come to the general consensus that this daylight savings time change thing is kicking everyone's ass. Well, I'll speak for myself - I simply cannot get my life together this week. I looked at the clock yesterday, it was 2:30pm, I totally felt like it was going on 5pm ... I was ready for bed at 6:30pm ... and on top of it all, I'm pretty sure that my brain is still stuck in Massachusetts / the Eastern Time Zone. Is that possible?

Keeping your shit together when you have a blog is very important. It takes me approximately an hour+ to complete each post (mostly because I get sidetracked every few minutes) - and when I can't pull it together, things like yesterday happen where I can't even force 5 words down on a blog page, so I don't.

Whomp whomp.


Seeing as how Q+A VLOGS seem to be such a hot commodity lately, I figured I'd jump on the train, too. I often write about whatever I want here, but I'm sure that there are things that people are curious about or have wanted to ask me and have never been able to, so here is your chance. Plus, you give me a blog post for the week ;)

TJ is being forced to joining in on the fun too - so send in your question either down below via comment, Tweet me, or send me an email, and we'll put together a video sometime next week answering them all ... if I can pull my life together by then. I make no promises. Have a good weekend!

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November 4, 2013

The Things That You Take For Granted, Someone Else Is Praying For


I love that awestruck feeling I get whenever we visit somewhere new for the first time. Everything is so fresh to the eyes and exciting, and I always feel so overwhelmingly blessed and grateful that I get to explore uncharted territory (well, uncharted to us, anyways.)

We went to Red Rocks the other day with one of TJs teammates and his sweet fiance. I planned on writing today about how taking in all of the beauty there reminded me that I need to slow down and start to appreciate all of the things that I often take for granted around me.

And then TJ asked me if I could try to clear my blog schedule today so that I could spend some time with him ... and I suddenly couldn't find many more words to write that were more important than doing just that.

What are you grateful for today?

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November 1, 2013

Movember: A Very Hairy Tale | Chapter 1

Well, well, well - it's that time of the year again.


Welcome to Movember ... the month formally known as November.

For the past six years whenever TJ participated in Movember, the only thing that MY lip grew was UP, turning in disgust. 

It's itchy. It's scratchy. It reminds me of a spider.


But this year is different. This is the first time that TJ is a part of a hockey team that is actually going one step further than just "being the face of men's health" - they are raising funds that will go directly to supporting prostate and testicular cancer, as well as mental health challenges.

So, I'm fully supporting TJ's 'stache this month, and I hope that you will, too!

TJ is collecting donations for the next thirty days, and his mustache needs your help. We are thankful for donations of any amount - and if you can't donate, we'll also be so appreciative if you could help spread the word about the Movember initiative by sharing this post with your social networks.

I'll be checking in every couple weeks with TJ's progress ... but today, we start by saying goodbye to my clean shaven guy:


Q. What is your motivation for participating in Movember?
A. To raise awareness for men's health and to help raise money for a good cause.

Q. Have you set a fundraising goal for Movember?
A. $500.

Q. What mo style are you hoping to achieve?
A. I want it long and over my lip.

Q. Is your 'stach going to slow you down on the ice at all?
A. Absolutely not. It will add character into my game.

Q. What does your wife think about all of this?
A. She's never impressed with my mustache.

Q. Complete the following sentence: My mustache __________
A. My mustache is greasy.

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We thank you in advance for your support and if you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out to me!


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