Maybe it’s just because everything involves snow and ice and I’m completely over winter. I have enough snow and ice outside of my house, I don’t want to watch people play in it. Like they enjoy it or something. That’s just not right.

But I bet some of the snowboarder dudes are hot. Isn’t it like a rule that if you’re a dude who snowboards, you’re hot?

(Same with skateboarders, boys who play guitar and boys who write well. Type? Hi, I have one.)

(Okay, might as well throw in boys with nice tattoos and great hair while I’m at it.)

Confession number two: Despite all my winter hate, I’ve always wanted to learn how to snowboard. And not just because of hot dudes.

I’m kind of uncoordinated though so I’d probably hurt myself and fall a lot. I mean, I’m not expecting to do crazy tricks and jumps. And I’d probably spend a lot more time on my ass than I would being upright on the board but it could be fun, right? If I don’t break my ankle or die because I tumbled down a hill or something.

Okay so I just made a goal to travel somewhere amazing by my birthday next year. Another goal will be learn/attempt to snowboard. Maybe not this winter but for sure next winter.

For the tl;dr crowd: Not interested in the Winter Olympics. Snowboarders are probably hot. I like creative and sporty boys. I want to learn to snowboard but not just because of hot dudes. Will fall a lot while attempting snowboarding. New goal: learn to snowboard and hope I don’t die.

Repeat. Year. After. Year.

Right now I’m in full on hibernation mode.

I hate leaving the house unless I absolutely have to because it’s way too cold to want to do anything. I’d much rather sit at home in comfy clothes watching Mad Men and wondering how exactly do I make an old fashioned. I have all the necessities for Project Waiting for Spring: a fridge full of wine. A puppy. A shelf full of books and tv shows on dvd. Gchat open for talks with friends. If I had a boy too, someone would probably have to physically drag me kick and screaming from here. I definitely wouldn’t emerge until late spring.

It takes a hell of a lot to get me out these days. Saturday it was lunch at DMK Burger Bar with some of my favorite Chicago girls and it was totally worth it. This coming weekend I have a movie! Valentine’s Day movie on Valentine’s Day weekend.Basically, I go out maybe once every two weeks, if that. I promise you’ll see more of me out and about when it gets nicer out.

Maybe I’m boring, lazy or lame but until you’ve been through a Chicago/Midwest winter, you have no idea. It sucks. A lot.

AND.

Rumor has it, we’re suppose to get hit with 10 inches of snow all in 24 hours.

So now you know where to find me.

Let’s cuddle.

It’s like negative 30 billion degrees out here in Chicago. Yesterday while walking to the office, my hair was freezing, face red and my glasses were icing over. Obviously, I walked into the office looking absolutely stunning. Oh and then a photographer from the New York Times came in to photograph us later. Oh during the shoot, I was sitting next to Lauren (she’s on our ad team and awesome!), who use to be a model.

Let’s break that down:

negative 30 billion degrees + red face  + sitting next to model + NYT photographer = me potentially look like a chubby hot mess in a future NYT article

I know you are itching to see if it prints and trust me, we should know soon.

Let’s just pretend it was a bad hair/face/body day and be done with it. Okay? My other option is finding every copy of the paper and taking a permanent marker to me if a photo has me in it. If I miss any, I expect you to do the same.

Can you tell I’m not a fan of photos?

Tyra will be disappointed in me.

Jamie = Smile With Your Eyes FAIL.

45 degrees in my house. My MacBook dashboard says it is 2 degrees outside. No good.

My dad is coming to save the day.

Send me warm vibes until it’s fixed!