“What’s it like being on TV?” and other questions you’ve wanted to ask.

Embarrassing moments to snarky tweets, I get asked a lot of questions about my life as a television personality. Below are some of the many things I get asked most about being on TV. If you have a question I didn’t answer, leave a little comment at the end of this post and I’ll make sure to include it in a future one.

Q. When did you know you wanted to be on TV?

A. I’ve wanted to be on TV for as long as I can remember. My parents would go to parent-teacher conferences where they’d be told, “Ellen’s a great kid. She just talks too much.” I figured I might as well make it my career.

I went to college, majored in broadcasting, and wound up in radio for 10 years. At one point I was told I was “on the wrong side of 30 and the wrong side of the scale” to ever get into television. The only thing wrong were the people who told me that because in 2017, just months before turning 33, I was hired as the full-time features reporter for Q13 News.

Q. Which do you like better? TV or radio?

A. I was expecting the two to be way more similar than they are but truthfully, they’re so different it’s comparing apples to oranges.

Radio is more personality-driven. I also liked that I could stroll into work wearing a ball cap and no makeup (which I did often.) I can’t do that so much on TV.

I find television to be more rewarding. Sure, I don’t get as much time to talk but when I do, it’s meaningful. There’s also way more planning and coordination and teamwork that goes into making great TV. I’m really having fun learning all of the in’s and out’s of this industry. 

Q. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened on TV?

A. I was doing a live interview with a man who had climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. That in and of itself is amazing but this guy had done it without both of his legs! (He’d lost them due to illness when he was a child.)

This gentleman was about to get on stage, in front of thousands of students, to share his inspirational story about never giving up. Well, if you’ve spent any time in theater, you know it’s bad luck to wish someone good luck so, what did I say instead? On live TV, I told the man with no legs to, “break a leg.”

At that moment, everything slowed down. But now slow enough for me to shove my words back in my mouth. I wanted to die. Luckily, he was kind and totally laughed it off. I’ll never forgive myself.

Q. What’s the worst part about being on TV?

A. I thought I was prepared for the attention that my high-profile career came with, especially considering my past in radio. I was very wrong. My thick skin isn’t phased by hate tweets or snarky comments. However, there have been times where I’ve never been more scared before in my life.

As a single woman, I’ve always taken extra precautions to keep myself safe while still maintaining my independence. I’ve had people think I’m talking to them through the TV. (Something I thought only happened in bad Lifetime movies.) I took my independence and anonymity for granted. 

“But you knew what you were signing up for.” Well, kind of, but not really. I can’t do anything about it now except to learn what my new normal is. I’m blessed beyond belief and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Q. What’s the best career advice you’ve been given?

A. As I waited to interview country superstar Luke Bryan, my then radio co-host, Tony Russell, said, “Ellen, always remember that if you treat someone like a celebrity, they’ll treat you like a fan. Instead, treat someone like a friend and they’ll treat you like one, too.”

It’s the 21st-century version of the Golden Rule and isn’t only great career advice for those in media but for everyone in general.

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If you got to the end of this post and I still didn’t answer your question, please leave it in the comment section and I’m more than happy to answer it. Also, you actually read this entire post?! I love you!

I Tried a Vitamin-Filled IV Drip to Bring Out My “Inner Diva”

Along with my coffee each morning, I pop two pills. A decaffeinated green tea supplement and 50 mcg of vitamin D. I notice a difference in my energy levels when I don’t take them but nothing about how I feel is scientifically based. With that said, I’m always up for trying something new that’ll make me feel better especially if it’s in a holistic way. Cue the Holistique IV Lounge.

An IV drip delivers a wide range of vitamins, minerals, and some type of other magic. (Again, if you’re looking for scientific jargon, check out their website. This is more about my perspective as a regular human with no medical background whatsoever.) The Lounge offers 12 different drips that range in price from $99 to $179. They invited me to try any concoction of my choice and I debated between the Ultra Slim that’s aimed at “those looking to boost fat-burning power on a journey to slim down and power up” and the Detox that has amino acids, antioxidants and vitamins that’s a “perfect to kick start your seasonal detox.”

After going back and forth for a few minutes (well, probably longer because I’m not good with too many options) I asked them to inject me with the Beauty Bliss recipe. “Unleash your inner DIVA with our Beauty Bliss IV. If you are looking to boost your hair, skin, nails, PLUS de-bloat, ease tension and irritability, and boost your fat-burning power, this IV is a great component to your beauty-boosting regimen.”

I plopped down into the most amazing massage chair I’ve ever sat in and waited for the doctor to come by. Just as I was about to doze off, Dr. Newell introduced himself and took my vitals. I must have passed his test because a few minutes later he came back and it was needle time. Listen, getting pricked is not my favorite thing in the world but despite having hard-to-find veins, I tolerate it.

The first thing I noticed was a slight taste. Is that weird? Maybe. But Dr. Newell reassured me it’s totally normal. The bag of beauty emptied into my veins within 45 minutes or so. On a typical day I’d normally head home from work and lay on the couch for just as long simply to decompress. This wasn’t much different. (Well, come to think of it, it was better because of that ridiculously blissful massage chair!) Once I was done I headed home and waited to turn into Heidi Klum.

Spoiler Alert: Holistique IV Lounge didn’t transform me into a supermodel. Then again, that’s not what they promised to do either. Instead, I was “infused with health and wellbeing” and I definitely felt better. My skin felt way more hydrated and softer to the touch. Especially as the weather cools down, my skin leans towards the ashy side and I haven’t had to lather on as much lotion as I normally do. In my not-so-scientific opinion, I totally noticed the benefits of the Beauty Bliss IV.

Next time I’d like to try a drip that might give me more of an immediate effect like the Hangover or Energizer IV. Then again, I’m not a big drinker so I don’t really have a need for the Hangover option but I digress. From start to finish the experience at Holistique IV Lounge was definitely relaxing and something I’d treat myself to in the future. If you’re interested in giving it a shot (pun intended) you might want to stop by during Happy Hour on weekdays from 3-5p when they offer 15% off any IV. Check out their website for more on what they do and the other services they offer and again, a big thank you to Holistique IV Lounge for inviting me in.

Baked chicken wings so good you’ll forget they’re not fried

Finger-lickin’-good. There’s no other way to describe these wings. As I scrolled mindlessly through Pinterest in search of organizing hacks, outfit inspiration and fail-proof DIY projects, these sweet treats immediately got my attention. The photo above was my first attempt at making them and I’ve included the Pinspiration photo, too. I mean, look at these!

Could these baked not fried, keto-approved, seemingly easy to make chicken wings really taste as good as they looked? I added all of the ingredients into my online grocery cart. (Side note: Amazon Fresh has been key in helping me avoid temptations at the actual grocery store.) The next day when I got home from work, everything I needed was waiting for me on my doorstep.

The single most important step in this recipe is to coat your wings in baking powder (not to be confused with baking soda. That’d taste disgusting.) I followed the recipe as close to possible but made a couple of spice substitutions using whatever I already had. The hardest part was waiting for the oven timer to ding but it was all worth the wait.

While I hope these chicken wings are good enough to impress any man I might cook for in the future, they’ve already won me over (and my tastebuds!) Check out Dinner At The Zoo’s blog post for more on her baked buffalo wings.


  • pounds party style chicken wings or whole chicken wings that have been halved crosswise
  • 1 tablespoon baking powder do NOT use baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/2 cup hot sauce such as Frank’s Red Hot Sauce
  • 4 tablespoons butter melted
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • celery sticks and ranch dressing for serving.


  • Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Line a sheet pan with foil and place a nonstick oven-safe rack on top of the pan.
  • Place the chicken wings in a bowl. Add the baking powder, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and onion powder.
  • Toss to coat the chicken evenly with the baking powder and spices.
  • Place the wings on the rack in a single layer.
  • Bake for 45 minutes or until wings are light golden brown and crispy.
  • In a small bowl, whisk together the hot sauce, butter and honey.
  • Pour the sauce over the wings and toss to coat evenly.
  • Serve with celery sticks and ranch dressing.


Calories: 464kcal | Carbohydrates: 2g | Protein: 36g | Fat: 24g | Saturated Fat: 14g | Cholesterol: 215mg | Sodium: 522mg | Fiber: 1g | Sugar: 1g

Secrets from my hair & makeup team

It always makes me laugh when I read emails suggesting I fire my “glam squad” because they made me look horrible on TV. #SPOILERALERT My hair and makeup team consists of me, myself and I. Truth be told, figuring out what looks good has been a whole bunch of trial and error. Learn from my mistakes with these three hair and makeup secrets.


  1. Invest in the Revlon One-Step Hair Dryer & Volumizer Hot Air Brush. Amazon sells it for less than $45 and it is worth every single cent. I use this on both wet and dry hair. Not only does it cut down on dry time but I literally don’t need anything other than this to get the perfect head of hair each and every time. If you follow me on social media, you’ve probably already heard me sing the praises of this little wonder tool. Mine is black and pink but I like this new black and mint version. Regardless of the colors, the product is a game-changer!
  2. I’m always wearing a Kylie Cosmetics matte liquid lipstick. I’ll apply the color around 5:45a and that stuff doesn’t budge until I remove it that evening. I’m swamped trying to do a million different things and quite frankly, I don’t have the time to be checking the mirror to see if my lipstick looks good from segment to segment. My go-to colors are Mary Jane, Exposed, and Koko K. Each one is a steep $17 (lip kits that include a matching pencil are $29) and I’ll gladly pay because simply put, there’s nothing that’s better. If you are looking for a more budget-friendly option, I suggest ColourPop’s Matte Lippie Stix but they aren’t nearly as good as Kylie’s.
  3. Treat yourself to inexpensive paper masks to make sure your skin stays clean and hydrated. The best thing you can do to make sure your makeup looks good is to give yourself a great base. It’s so important to take care of your skin and it’s definitely something I realize the older I get. You can pick up these kinds of masks pretty much anywhere. I prefer to get mine for $5 from Charlie Pete (because it’s my store and I’m biased.) Pro Tip: Take the extra serum and rub it into your neck and decolletage because those areas deserve some TLC, too.

Treat-Yo-Self Honey Sheet Mask

What are your hair and makeup secrets? Got a product you love or maybe a YouTuber you get inspiration from? Leave a comment and tell me all about it!

Three ways to shop my closet

“Where’d you get that from?!” is easily one of the most frequent questions I get asked. Whether you see me on TV, the ‘gram, or at the casino, I’m always more than happy to share where I picked up my outfit. Here are three ways to shop my look.

  1. Like To Know It – Most of the photos posted on my Instagram feed are linked to the Like To Know It app. It’s a way to easily shop all of your favorite blogger’s posts. If you download the app, you’ll be able to double-tap my pics and get links to all of the products sent directly to you. Or you can simply click on the link on my Like To Know It page. What I like most about this is that I can include a variety of different sizes (for example, this jacket is available in regular, petite, curve and tall sizing, all of which are linked.)

2. Poshmark – This is where I sell all of my gently used clothes and accessories. I love this option as both a seller and a buyer! See something you like, make an offer, and it’s yours. Simple. If you want to make room in your own closet it’s super easy to list, sell and ship items. New to Poshmark? Get $10 just for signing up using the code “ELLENTAILOR.”

3. Charlie Pete – Obviously I saved the best for last. (Yes, I’m 100% biased.) Charlie Pete is my very own store. I launched the company in 2018 and run it solely on my own. Everything from buying to packaging, it’s all me. Sizing ranges from XS – 3XL and all of my products are budget-friendly. Use the code “BETWEENUS” for 20% off your order.Where are your favorite places to shop? Leave a comment down below! Also, I’d love to bring you along on my daily adventures. Please follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. xo.

I gained it all back

This isn’t a “Transformation Tuesday” post or a “Weight Loss Wednesday” one either. It’s an “I Gained It All Back (insert day of the week here)” post.

I’ve struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. What a cliche sentence that oh-so-many of us have written, said or simply thought about over and over again. The latest chapter in my saga began about a year and a half ago.

I was unexpectedly thrust into a new position at my then job. My first justification to begin a weight loss endorsement was for job security. Oh, and losing weight was another obvious plus. The program worked. Low carb. Low fat. The people coaching me were nice. However, I was facing an uncertain future.

My contract was up, I knew I’d get renewed, but the specifics were not at all what I was expecting. With three months left on my deal, I made the decision to amicably leave after my contract finished. With that, my weight loss had stalled.

I couldn’t tell them (the weight loss endorsement company) why. I couldn’t tell them about my stress. I couldn’t share with them that my entire world was about to change and that I needed their help, and wanted their help, more than ever because if I did, it’d affect the business relationship they had with my employer.

Why not just tell them? Well, remember the word “amicable?” I wanted to keep the split between me and my job that way. I also had three months left of income that I needed to collect since I wasn’t sure where my next paycheck would come from. Money talks. Or in this case, money made me not talk.

Ultimately the weight loss program put me on a somewhat suspension. They wouldn’t coach me or help until I could produce results. I believe they could have helped me navigate this stress if I was able to share my circumstances. But that’s a moot point now.

I was determined to, at the bare minimum, keep the weight off I had lost. I was down 30 pounds. I felt great on the outside. I looked the best I had in years but inside I felt the worst.


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By the grace of God my next opportunity came in television. Thank you Jesus for allowing me to lose this weight because it’s TV and duh, looks matter. So at this point I’m transitioning into a career that’s even more in the spotlight and puts an emphasis on my outside appearance. All of these changes meant I needed new clothes but I couldn’t afford them and I made do with what I had. Things were going great. I didn’t lose anymore weight but I wasn’t gaining. I was steady.

Then my home was flooded. A pipe burst between my condo unit and the one above mine. It was a slow leak that ultimately gutted my place and mold consumed my walk-in closet and all of it’s contents. Everything was gone.

What they had said would be a 6-8 week evacuation has turned into a 7 month (and still on going as of this writing) ordeal. I left my place with nothing but my dog and a small suitcase. I didn’t know the level of destruction at the time. (The details of the rebuilding process are a completely different story and one for another day.)

I was renting a room from a co-worker. I had nothing of mine. And I wouldn’t get reimbursed from insurance until I was able to make it back into my home. Well if I thought I was broke before, I really was now.

The weight started to come back. My life was a disaster so I convinced myself that I deserved a cheeseburger. Ok, lots of cheeseburgers. My life looked nothing like it did just a few months before. My hair color went from blonde to brunette. I changed careers. Didn’t have my clothes. Didn’t have the same body. Didn’t even have the same bed to sleep in or toilet to shit in. I leaned on cheeseburgers. They were cheap and they made me feel good.

I convinced myself I could get back on track. That didn’t happen. The new track I was on provided me a bigger waistline, a lot less sleep, and took a big toll on my mental health.

I don’t share this story for sympathy because I’ll be fine. People have it way worse than I do. I woke up on the right side of the dirt and for that I am thankful. I share this story because 1) I want to forgive myself and move on and 2) I want to show that while things may seem great, happy and better than ever on social media, they might not be in real life.

I’m too scared to get back on the scale. I know I’ve gained the weight back and possibly even more based on how my clothes fit. The waist to muffin top ratio has increased as has the bra band to back fat ratio.

A year ago, I was the most confident in my physical appearance but my world was a mess. Today I’ve got a handle on this amazing new career. A position that I never thought I’d get. One that I thought I was too fat, old, or simply not good enough for. One that I’m actually pretty dang good at! Outside I’m not where I want to be. But damn, despite the on going chaos, life is good!

Wait. Let’s be honest. Life’s not good every single moment of everyday. No. But overall. God is good and has blessed me. He has put tribulations in my life not to break me but to prove to myself that I can, with His help, be better than I ever thought or imagined I could be.

As I sit here at Starbucks writing this, with my jeans digging into the aforementioned muffin top, I can’t help but think that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, looking exactly how I’m supposed to look, on the the exact path I’m supposed to be on.

There are a lot of questions. Everything from will I lose this weight forever or will I yo-yo for life? Will I ever get into my condo? How long will the amazing career last? Will I ever find love? Have babies? Grow my business? Hell, will I start to consistently blog on this site?! Phew…that was a lot. And that just scratches the surface. But the answer I have today is I’m thankful. I can’t fix everything. It’s not my job. I leave my anxieties at God’s feet and live for today.

At the end of these kinds of posts comes some type of promise or motivational quote. That’s not happening here. There’s not a stereotypical happy ending because this isn’t the end. This is a part of my story. One that’s real. One that I know others can relate to.

No one on this earth has all the answers. We’re not supposed to. Just know, you aren’t the only one. I can’t promise it’ll get better. I can share my story, my worries, my fears and anxieties in hopes that you will cut yourself some slack and know that it’s OK to not be OK. I’m not saying to flaunt the muffin top or back fat or whatever it is that you’re physically insecure about (if you want to, hey go for it!) but what I am encouraging you to do is appreciate life for what it is. Perfectly imperfect.