Hi.

It’s me again. It’s that time of year again and I’m sure you’re completely overrun by letters from greedy little jerk faces begging for the coolest new toys but I promise you that’s not what this is.

Okay, maybe it is a wish list but I swear I’m not a greedy little jerk face. I’m actually pretty neat.

(also, why don’t more people say neat? I’ve been using it to describe everything lately)

First on my list is a biggie, an iMac. Imagine, Santa, next year I could be writing to from one of these gorgeous pieces of machinery. Wouldn’t that just benefit everyone? I think so!

Next up, Etsy. Oh Etsy, my one true weakness in life. I could seriously get lost for days in that site. Pretty things and supporting independent artists? I don’t think it gets better than that. Pretty much anything from Softspoken or Local Library would complete me right now. Long necklaces, slouchy berets and scarves are staples here at the House of Lovely.

And I doubt this next one is a surprise to anyone, since I NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HER. And it all sold out pretty quick. I just want to see Lady Gaga come January at the Chicago Theater. This will be the second time around that I’ve missed her and I’m kind of hating my life because of it.

Lastly, with the new year coming and all, do you think you could tell the Universe to go easy on me? 2009 wasn’t a very good year for me in more ways than one. I could use a little break from it kicking my ass all over Chicago. I promise to work hard and do everything I should, just ease up a bit? No family drama, illness, heartbreak or anything of that sort, please? Keep my dad healthy, help me make peace with my body and let me continue on the right path career and education wise. Any more roadblocks and I just might break. If you could pass that along, Santa, you would pretty much be the coolest dude ever.

xoxo,

Jamie Lovely

P.S. If you’re feeling extra generous, I definitely wouldn’t say no to having a hair stylist at my beck and call? I think a blow out every day might improve the well being of everyone I come in contact with. Plus, my hair would be absolutely fabulous ALL THE TIME. Clearly, this is a win for everyone.

P.P.S. Or maybe RPattz? Please?

P.P.P.S. No, seriously. Hair stylist? Pretty please?

P.P.P.P.S. Twitter? Holler.

Basically, I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my stomach revolting against my poor body. I didn’t go to either of my Grandmas’ houses. I didn’t partake in Christmas dinner. I did not eat tamales.

TAMALES, PEOPLE.

I did not eat them.

That is fucking huge. If you don’t know, tamales are the whole point of Christmas. Seriously.

My Christmas was a big fail. Well at least when it came to the whole family and togetherness shit that I wasn’t even up for as it was. What was not a fail though, were my gifts. You can’t go wrong with Wall-E, money and Britney Spears tickets.

Yup, I’m going to see Britney! The boy got me tickets for Christmas! Yay me!

Right now, I’m at the internship working on some stuff. I know I’ve been all hush hush and super secret about this but that’s all about to end. I’ll be unleashing my project (well part of it) into blog world and twitter later today or tomorrow.

Get excited!

How were your Holidays? Also, tell me how excited you are for my super awesome project. It’ll make the boss man happy to see some interest.

Or just lie and pretend your interested.

Cool?

Cool.

I’m still not feeling the Christmas spirit.

The tree is up but no presents are really under it. No one is really on top of thier Christmas shopping this year. Usually, I am all over it but this year I’m slacking.

My family is still in shambles. My mother pretends to care but I think the extent of Christmas to her is wanting to know what she is getting as presents. No, seriously, in our last conversation, she asked “what are you getting me?” then said, “well Sundance has cheap earrings” when I responded I’m pretty strapped for cash this season so not to expect anything big. Maybe I should give her what she gave me for my birthday? A big fat nothing. And I guess she forgot last Christmas she acted like a total bitch and dropped the divorce bomb days after.

So yeah, the holidays are super festive this year.

(sarcasmsarcasmsarcasm)

Then there is the not knowing what is going on in with the boy. Who knows anymore. We’re happy though. Kinda? Just very confused.

Oh and I’m helping launch a huge project in less than a month for the internship. I’m working on a pitch that will hopefully wow bloggers. But really, how wierd is it being on the opposite end of pitches? I have to say, I’m not a fan of writing them. I’d much rather be recieving them.

And when I get like this, I eat. Stress, sad, mad – eat eat eat. Why I can’t I be one of those who just can’t look at food when they are upset instead of shoveling it all in my face?

There you have it. I’m confused, angry, stressed, fat, not feeling very Christmasy.

What else would I like for the holidays?

To lose thirty pounds, a vacation and most of all, some fucking clarity.

I decided to take part in the 20SB December Blog Carnival. The theme was wish lists and one of the options was five items you would like, one for each sense and I’m all about a well rounded Christmas gifting experience so I figured I’d give it a go!

Taste:

Basically, I’d want to be able to eat these cookies all day, every day and not get fat. They are the best cookies I’ve ever had in my life and are about the size of a DVD. Snickers, walnuts and chocolate chip. Pretty much heaven in cookie form.

Smell:

The smell of a new handbag might be the most intoxicating scent in the world. I swear when I first got my Marc Jacobs bag, I could not stop smelling it. Trust me, go buy yourself a nice handbag and you’ll see. So to get that scent I would love a Miu Miu Bow Bag. I’ve been harping over this bag for over a year. I swear I will buy it one day.

Touch:

Edward Cullen to become a real person so I can do naughty things to him. What? Shut up, you know you wish that too. Whatever, I’ll settle for RPattz. He’s fucking hot.

Hear:

I want a Jets to Brazil reunion album. I worship the ground Blake Schwarzenbach walks on and would kill someone to getthem back together for another album. Okay, maybe not kill someone because that’s not very Christmas-y but I would love them forever and bake you cupcakes on demand.

Sight:

I really, really want to go to see Britney Spears when she comes to Chicago in April. I’m not even kidding, I’d probably freak out if I got tickets. I love her and this video is so good. Seriously, I love her.

What’s on your Christmas list? Tangible or intangible wishes welcome!

Hopefully, Santa will bring you everything you want this year!

Cute Overload

XOXO

Umm…yay! A lovely amount of money slipped in my Christmas card from the family I work for, could not be more appreciated. My gifts to them went over great. My little guy was so excited about his new book and baby girl, promptly, tried to eat hers. Hopefully, little guy’s cold won’t be another gift he gives me!

I’m really tired. This week has kicked my ass so far. Tomorrow I have a million things to do and then Friday is the boyfriend’s birthday!

The kids are taking a nap. I can’t wait until I get to go home and can take one of my own. I’m exhausted!

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A couple years ago, my friend stumbled upon this youtube of this weather guy that is, like, insane and incredibly amazing. The beginning part is really all that matters though, we would literally loop it over and over. It was not anything unusual to randomly hear people shouting out ‘WHO WROTE IT?!’ out of nowhere when hanging out with us. Probably one of those you had to be there kind of things and no one else will find it funny, but it cracks me up EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I bring you, the weatherman:

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More like rainsnowsleetslush go away. It’s another gloomy day here in Chicago. I was trapped in my house last night. My driveway was a sheet of ice, there was no way I would have made it out without sliding into my house or something equally as bad.

I’m really hoping to get all my Christmas shopping done soon. I pretty much know what I am getting everyone so it should be pretty easy. There is only one person who I am unsure of, but I know I’ll figure it out! My methods of shopping are kind of ridiculous. It’s more of a “one for you, one for me” kind of thing, because I ALWAYS seem to find something that I just needwantomgjusthavetohave. I can safely say, I have yet to buy myself something! I’m waiting until after I get my presents done and then I can do shopping for Las Vegas.

Speaking of Las Vegas, I was talking to my sister and said what if I win a bunch of money? How awesome would that be? Totally won’t happen, because I doubt I will be hitting the gambling hard! It’s just fun to imagine what you would do if you won a couple grand or something. I was like hmmm, Miu Miu bag ($1200), Louis Vuitton speedy ($600), Marc Jacobs bag ($500) and then taking everyone out on me!

Plain silliness, I tell you.

That’s exactly what happens when you send a girl with expensive taste and a handbag fetish to Vegas!

The family I work for set up their Christmas tree this weekend. I’ve been working for them as their nanny for almost a year and a half. I was here last Christmas and their little boy was just over a year old, he really didn’t understand all about Christmas. Today, as soon as I walked in the door, he hurried to show me all of the ornaments and his little dancing penguins and snowmen. He was such a baby last year and now he is this big boy, who is a quick as they come and picks up on absolutely everything! It’s so hard to believe sometimes. He speaks so well, in full complete sentences, knows his ABCs and numbers. He can even count to 10 in Spanish (due to having a fabulous nanny, of course). It’s just amazing to me how big he has got! I love that little boy so much.

When does that holiday feeling hit you? When the radio starts playing All I Want for Christmas is You and all those other Christmas tunes? Or early around Halloween when all the stores start putting out Christmas things? Maybe the first snowfall of the year? Or when you finally pull out the Christmas tree out of storage (fake one, like my family!) or when you head out to find that perfect tree?