Today: Super hair.

 Most of the country is getting ready to watch the Super Bowl and/or eat buffalo wings and mini hotdogs.  I’m a vegetarian, so I have a little bit of extra time on my hands.  Time to spend looking at hairdos.

 

The NFL has seen some pretty amazing hair over the past 91 years.  I wasn’t alive for most of the league’s history, but I can share a few memorable ‘dos from recent years.  Let’s start with a totally bad ass mullet.  That’s always a good place to begin.

The Mullet: Brian Bosworth

Spikes up front, business on the sides (sort of) and one sexy party in the back.

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Holy Monk Hair: Tim Tebow

 

His teammates gave him this creative 'do. What a gift.

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The Wet Look: Clay Matthews

He whips his hair back 'n forth, Willow Smith style.

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Pac Man, man: Tracy Porter

This man's barber is a true artist. Click the link below for additional evidence.

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Prom Appropriate: Devin Hester

He puts my early 90's French braid to shame.

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The Helmet Under the Helmet: Tom Brady

It's a Beatle, it's a Bieber... it's Zach's neighbor Tom Brady.

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Long and Luscious: Troy Polamalu

My curls are envious.

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Wondering who I’m rooting for this year?  I’m not especially invested in the game (I have a Jane Austen film that’s about to expire on iTunes, vegetables to chop for the week and a workout to squeeze in), but if I had to choose… well, I’ll say it with a scrunchie.

 

Truly special.

Go, Pack, go to the fireplace and burn your scrunchie collection! I beg you.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Cracking open House Beautiful’s pink issue (March 2011)
  • This pup‘s rooting for the Steelers
  • Check out these incredible Super Bowl cakes

Who’s your favorite NFL hair model?  And who are you rooting for?

 

Today: Lovin’ the kitchen.

I am a huge fan of The Kitchn’s Weekend Meditations, and recently came across this older one about labor/love in the kitchen.  I love that the weekend affords a bit of extra time in the room I like to consider my home office.  Dana Veldon writes,

There are myriad ways to express love and none is better than the other. Much depends on timing and personality and intention. But one of the most common and most powerful ways is though labor–or, to be more descriptive, through making an effort beyond one’s own self-concern.

And the kitchen is a perfect place for this labor of love to be expressed.

I’ve always enjoyed experimenting with recipes and mastered cooking for one in my earlier twenties, but nothing quite compares with cooking for other people.  At the risk of sounding hippy dippy, I think we can taste the difference between a hurried meal (it might taste like a microwave or the inside of McDonald’s bag, for example) and careful, caring plate.  You can taste the lurve.

A lifelong pastatarian vegetarian, I’ve recently taken to preparing meatarian consumables for Nick. Sometimes I get a wee bit grossed out, but I always feel good about being able put a finished dish on the table.  And he hasn’t been poisoned yet, so that’s a good thing.  For me, making a meal is the perfect way to wind down the day.  I like the challenge, and the chance to put things together.  I don’t make hot dogs, though.  Ew.

Today was heavenly.  I put on yoga pants (which are highly butt enhancing… I’ve heard actual yoga has a similar effect) and some old school Destiny’s Child and got to baking.  I had chocolate covered Oreos to send to my high bidder in Diana’s Bake Sale for Haiti and once I got started, I had trouble stopping.

Bake 4 Haiti

Chocolate-covered Tic-Tac-T'Oreos

Whole grain apple cinnamon muffins (Buddha approved)

The pink chocolate hearts might be a bit much..

Beyonce belting out “Emotions,” help for Haiti and lots of chocolate?  Now that’s a recipe for a lovely Sunday afternoon.

Also On Tap for Today:

Can you taste love in your food?  Or have I been drinking crazy water?

Today: Get ready for some football!

FootballI thought maybe I was a football widow, until inferred from Wikipedia that that was inherently a bad thing.

I should probably clarify that no, I did not get married and no, Nick did not get mowed down by an errant pigskin.  But yes, I did spend many, many hours home alone while “the games” were on Sunday.  Who knew there was more than one? I guess we need something to fill up the 894 channels.

When I was wee, my parents claimed our TV only broadcast one channel.  On the upside, that one channel was PBS, and I am convinced 3-2-1 Contact made me the inquisitive person I am today.  I also credit that program with my ability to count backward.  The fable of the one channel left me seriously ill-prepared for life with HD cable, however.

So while Nick and his brother watched grown men collide like mating elk (or, more specifically, male elk that want to mate with the female elk… tomato, t0-mating-elk-o), I got into all kinds of trouble.

I went for a long run, did laundry, researched how to wash granite counters, bought granite counter washing supplies, bought a muffin tin, baked muffins, emptied the dishwasher, spent an hour in Home Depot (mostly touching stuff), carried upwards of 10 houseplants into the condo and arranged them in glass vases (pictures to follow), read this month’s Glamour, tested Olay products for my next Shine beauty post and ate some muffin tops off my newly cleaned counter tops.

I also had the privilege and pleasure of accompanying my future-sister-in-law and my current brother-in-the-law-profession to Crate and Barrel for a registry event.  It was amazing.  Everyone should have a registry, impending wedding or not.

One more comment before I go.  Football, it turns out, is also played on Mondays.  And sometimes Thursdays and Fridays.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Eagerly await new artwork for the condo, ordered after hours of careful research on etsy.com
  • Check out the Daily Mile, thanks to this NYT Well Blog posting
  • Get my hair did!

Who’s watching football this season?  And what do you think should be added to my brother’s registry?