Also, I’m looking for a new show to start watching. I was really late to the game on picking up Mad Men and How I Met Your Mother but I’m all caught up on them now. I’m sure there are other amazing shows I have been missing out on.

Suggestions?

But I’ll live.

And because New Moon is just weeks away, I’m hosting a Twilight themed giveaway over on my shopping blog.

Go check it out for a chance to win a tee of your choice from Firedaughter Clothing.

Stay fierce.

]]> http://jamieann.net/2009/11/04/a-note-and-a-new-moon-giveaway/feed/ 8 http://jamieann.net/2009/11/03/disqus-rocks-or-disqus-sucks/ http://jamieann.net/2009/11/03/disqus-rocks-or-disqus-sucks/#comments Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:51:29 +0000 Jamie http://jamieann.net/?p=1735 I installed the comment system, Disqus, a few days ago as a trial run to see if I liked it.

I’m not really sure how I feel about it yet. Threaded comments are nice but I’m sure I can find a Wordpress plugin to do that.

Someone commented today that they hated Disqus and of course, I’m going to take that into consideration.

You guys are the ones commenting.

If it’s a pain in the ass, let me know and I’ll scrap it.

Thoughts?

And yeah, they are pretty great if I do say so myself. I’ve had no complaints.

But my great boobs are besides the point. What I’m talking about is what helps accentuate the pure greatness of them: a good bra.

It’s that time again. Bra shopping.

Normally, I’ll just go to Victoria’s Secret pick out whatever is prettiest or is closest (depending on my shopping mood) in hopes that I’ll look like Marisa Miller when I put it on. Clearly, that hasn’t happened just yet because I would be walking around in my underwear all day, every day regardless of the fucking weather.

(Get on that, Vicky. Share that secret with the rest of us normal folk and we will shower you with more money than you can dream of.)

But really, people just assume Victoria’s Secret is the best place to go for all things lacy, sexy time-ish and push upping. Is this really the case? Does Victoria’s Secret do it best? Should I be looking elsewhere? Where are all the best bras at?

Most of my readers are female so I’m sure you have to have some input on this topic.

Bras. Pretty ones. That don’t suck.

Where can I find them?

(Within reason, of course. If I had the money, I’d clearly be walking into Agent Provocateur and suiting up.)

Help the girls out.

P.S. Boys, if you read this far in hopes to see some boobs, here: your reward.

(Don’t mind the just air dried, messy hair and @wienermobile pajama shirt)

]]> http://jamieann.net/2009/10/31/jamie-and-edie-take-357/feed/ 34 http://jamieann.net/2009/10/30/cyob-spooktacular/ http://jamieann.net/2009/10/30/cyob-spooktacular/#comments Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:58:40 +0000 Jamie http://jamieann.net/?p=1649 You’re currently catching part of the Choose Your Own Blogventure: Spooktacular storyline. Start at the beginning here so it all makes sense.

This part of the story continues on from Definitely RA.

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The book. The trunk.

It was just like the movie!

Here I am, not even able to watch a silly scary movie and now it’s being reenacted right in my own neighborhood. No, that’s crazy, thought Kate, it’s just a old trunk.

But why is the book there?

Julie’s words burst in on her thoughts. “KATE! Are you even listening to me?! Let’s just run to the door.”

“I was just thinking,” said Kate hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt. “Okay, we both know that this is the best and spookiest house, so let’s just save it for last. It will be the best stop with the best candy to round out our awesome night”.

Thankfully, Julie agreed and didn’t notice that I was spooked. Hopefully, it would be time for curfew before we got a chance to hit the haunted library.

Trying to push the dumb old props from her mind, she shouted, “first one to the end of the block, gets all the Snickers!”  as she darted off.

And so they continued on, hitting up all the houses for candy, getting compliments on their costumes and seeing friends. The trunk and Haunted Happenings in New England were the last thing on Kate’s mind.

Until they reached the old Martinez house.

The house was on the market for the longest time until it was finally snatched up by an old woman. No one knew her name. She didn’t talk to anyone and never answered the door. (Not even for Kate’s mom who thought herself the neighborhood welcoming committee and felt quite snubbed and made sure everyone knew. But that is a whole other story.) But every evening, you could see her through the window rocking back in forth in her rocking chair.

But today something was different. The porch light was on and the second Julie and Kate started to walk past, the door opened.

“You there. Come here.”, said a scratchy voice, “I have something.”

The girls looked at each other unsure if they should walk up the steps.

“Let’s just do it. Then I can finally tell my mom she talked to someone, you know how she can be”, whispered Kate.

Julie giggled at the thought of Kate’s mother ranting and raving about how unfriendly the new neighbor was and agreed.

The walked up the creaky steps and there she was. A tiny wisp of a woman, stark white hair in a pale yellow dressing robe.

Julie pipped up, “Hi! I’m Julie and this is Ka—”

She was cut off by the woman dropping something in each of their pillowcases and slammed the door on them.

“RUDE!” shouted Julie as she was digging around in her now almost full pillowcase. She pulled out an apple. “Really?! An apple? Who does that?!”

Kate rooted around in her bag when she felt something hard and metal. It kind of felt like a — no, it couldn’t be.

The old woman had dropped a key in her bag.

An ancient iron key.

If you think Kate and Julie should try to open the trunk in the haunted library, click here.
If you think Kate and Julie should pass the key on to someone else, click here.

• A bunch of lovelies are hosting Starbucks giveaways: Maggie, Working Girl, Joy, Ashley, Alexa and Maxie. I’m sure I forgot a bunch more so feel free to add yourself in the comments if you are as well. Another super cool Chicago lady is hosting a GAP giveaway so go check that out too.
• Do me a favor, go vote for my friend, Doni, while you’re clicking around today? It’s super easy and fast. I promise. HERE. See? That wasn’t so bad.
• Halloween. Got plans? Tell me about them, yo.
• You look fab today. Stay awesome.

I’m ready for change. I’m ready to move forward. I’m not going to wait around for anything anymore.

Even when it comes to little, stupid things. Like being the first one to send that IM or text. Or clothing. I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve worn a dress. The past few weeks? I’ve bought three. Or doing my hair before I go to the library because maybe, just maybe, the hot tattooed guy will be working. It’s these little things that no one probably thinks anything of but that make me smile just thinking about.

I’m grateful. I have good people in my life. Friends who will listen. Just be silly with me. Those who will help me plot my next moves and take the next steps to accomplish what I want. I’m getting to know people better. Meeting new friends. The ones who will drink and video chat with me since we can’t be in the same place doing it. People who just get it. That care what I’m up to. Who want to be around. And show it.

My life is far from sunshine and roses. I’m not perfect and I probably never will be.

But for now, I’m just happy. And I’m ready.

For anything.

Except maybe that red velvet cupcakes aren’t their own food group, the fact that I’ll never be as adorable as Zooey Deschanel, and that there isn’t a job called Professional Book Reader / Lifetime Movie Watcher / Etsy Addict. Because let’s face it, I’d kill it at that job.

But back to driving.

Chicago drivers are ridiculous. And I always manage to get stuck behind the 90 year old people who shouldn’t be on the road driving 20 miles an hour. Or the dude that is just cruising, taking his damn time bumping music so loud that you can’t even enjoy it. Or the person who is from somewhere like Arkansas or Iowa (I have no idea why I picked those two states, I’m sorry if you are from Arkansas or Iowa) and is so enamored by the BIG TALL BUILDINGS that they are veering slightly off the road. Throw those in with Chicago cab drivers who have death wishes and weave in and out of traffic. And the semi-truck drivers I’m convinced want to kill me.

Then if there is any form of precipitation everyone LOSES THEIR SHIT and completely forgets how to drive (if they even knew how  in the first place). And don’t forget about construction. Traffic cones and gigantor pieces of machinery to dodge now too! It’s kind of like Frogger (minus the logs, turtles and lilypads, of course. But the traffic part, YES).

Don’t get me wrong, there are parts of driving I do like. Driving up Lakeshore Drive listening to good car music (everyone has good car music. Mine is currently: Jets to Brazil) and seeing my skyline in the distance is probably one of the best things ever. And at those moments, I realize how much I love my city.

But when I have to fight traffic and idiot drivers, I lose my patience. And not even Britney can save me at that point. It’s not a pretty sight. Trust.

And don’t get EVEN me started on the undeserved parking tickets.

Clearly, someone needs to invent the Professional Book Reader / Lifetime Movie Watcher / Etsy Addict job so I can get the hell out of the south side, closer to the el and not need a car anymore.