Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Hurry Up and WATE....

Hurry Up and Wait...

She had 'it all'...fantastic friends, check...fabulous career, check...phenomenal shoe collection, whirlwind love affairs, check and check.

She was an inspiration. We Manoloed through six seasons of her joys and heartaches. We related to her, cheered her on, because...in a way....we are her. And we'll never forget the moment when John James Preston turned to Carrie Bradshaw and sealed the deal on her fairy tale ending with three words: "I got it".

I must admit I find myself struggling from time to time on what 'it' is all about. Not long ago, I was engaged to be married to a wonderful man...a USMC Devil Dog through and through. He was the Prince Charming my inner 6 year old imagined would one day whisk me away in a hot air balloon and ask me to be his Princess. Fast forward 20 years later and I'm asking my Sister turned Maid of Honor, "Is this 'it' ", as I sat on her bed stressing over the bridal fittings that deep down I didn't want to attend. Am I in the midst of "it all"? She couldn't answer the questions for me, and at the time, I couldn't answer them for myself. I ultimately decided it was in our best interest to call off the wedding. I found myself at the crossroad of "heartache" and "how could you?". My Dad's favorite saying is, "Tough times don't last forever, tough people do". When times get tough, I fall back on what I know...work. Nose, allow me to introduce the Grindstone...I believe you two have met before.

Coincidentally, another proposal of sorts came to me by way of an NBC affiliate in Washington state. In place of a diamond, they offered Morning Anchor. A sweet title and, ultimately, my end goal on either coast. But, like the first proposal, something just wasn't right. Again, I mulled over the decision with the help of family and friends. In the end, one of the most valuable lessons a reporter can learn is to rely on and trust their gut....and mine was cramping. I thanked the News Director for the offer with the gut intuition that something better was on it's way.

I find strength when I surround myself with thriving individuals of like mind. In my career as a journalist, I've been fortunate enough to interview some amazing women who have discovered the path to 'it all'. Three, in particular, have left me "Carrie'd" away.

Recently, I met up with Emmy award-winning television Host and Producer, Amy Palmer. I got wind she was launching a new network, PowerWomenTV, and I just had to know more. We met the only way two women wrapped in Diane VonFurstenburg can; at lunch time in a lovely little restaurant in Manhattan. Similar to me, Amy began her career in local television. I'd always admired her work and, in my head, I'd decided we were friends. It's true that people look much different in life than they do on the television in your living room. In Amy's case, she was even lovelier in person. We discussed her humble beginnings in local television as both host, producer and often times, creator, of her own televison programs. A true go-getter, Amy built her career from the bottom up. I asked her how PowerWomenTV came about, and was surprised to learn my "friend" and I had more in common than I'd imagined.

Amy's goal is to highlight women who are breaking through the glass ceiling and forging new paths to success. She has taken her skills as producer, editor, and reporter and is shining the spotlight on real role models...real power women. I have to say, my favorite thing about Amy is that the word "No" doesn't stop her from reaching her final cut. She spent years gathering articles on inspiring women until finally, she had a filing cabinet packed with enough stories that the word "No" became irrelevant. Amy followed her gut and decided if this project was going to get off the ground, she was going to have to strap on her stilettos and lift it as high as her platforms would allow. She grabbed her favorite cameraman and a web designer who understood her vision. PowerWomenTV.com was born! You can look forward to Amy's inspirational blogs on Huffington Post and video from PowerWomenTV.com in the Winter of 2009. I asked Amy what is it like to have 'it all' and she responded, "Listen to your voice, your voice will lead you to your most authentic self. In documenting the lives and success of these PowerWomen, I learn more about myself and who I am everyday."

Another journalistic venture with a PowerWomen in every sense of word leads me to Philadelphia...home of "It's Your Call with Lynn Doyle". Lynn Doyle is a multi-award winning, ten-time emmy recipient and an inspiration to any woman in the biz. She too, began her career in local tv. She is also a wife, mother of two and a grandmother to twins. I figured, who better to ask about the fine balance of work and family. Lynn's response will stay with me a lifetime. "The term 'having it all' has to be self-defined. Find what works for you. And it doesn't mean this is it for the rest of your life, your children grow up, other jobs become available...you grow." She went on to say, "I think people are so afraid they may be pigeon-holed into one particular role...you have to realize there's a whole big life out there ahead of you. Find what works...you evolve and 'it' evolves."

It doesn't take a reporter to know the real story is in the details. Well, perhaps there are a few details I've held out on. First, in March of 2009 I got a tiny tattoo on my wrist. I never told anyone, but I've always wanted a small nautical star. I love the meaning behind it and the idea that you can always find your way home. A few days ago I met up with the Marine for cocktails and I was going on and on telling him about my new tattoo. I was rendered speechless when he pulled up his shirt to show me a larger nautical star tattooed right above his heart. What's even more shocking is, he too, had the tattoo done in March, only on a different hemisphere during one of his travels. Coincidence or Fate...I'll let you be the judge.

As I right this article, to the left of my computer sits my airline and hotel confirmation from the ABC affiliate in Knoxville. Evidently, my gut was right and just a half hour after I turned down the gig with NBC in Washington, my new job came a Knoxin'. This time the contract was right, the market was bigger and my gut tells me this could be a great place to make a splash in hard news. I leave one week from today to visit with the News Director and Anchors and tour the station. In other news, it seems the military's favorite expression, "Hurry up and wait", is in full effect. Turns out, the Marine received orders and he will be leaving for a year long tour of duty to Iraq. More importantly, his deployment date is the very same day I will, for the first time, step foot in a WATE-TV studio. Again, I ask you....Coincidence or Fate?

Where my star may lead me, who knows? Aside from our careers in television, Lynn, Amy and I all hold one thing in common. We consider our Moms to be our greatest role models. Each in different ways, but nonetheless, the most powerful women we know.

My mom may not be a television producer, nor does she start her day in hair and makeup or carry around a Blackberry filled the "who's who". My mom left her career as a Medical Assistant for 15 years to "Produce" our household. She is now back at work in the medical field, managing or, "producing", a Dr.'s office in West Orange. We just celebrated her 50th birthday. She is a daughter and sister for 50 years, a wife for 31, a medical assistant for 29, a mom for 27 and a PowerWoman through and through...

My Mom is a woman of many layers and, perhaps, what I am to learn from her is meant to be discovered later in life. Mom possesses the ability to work in a career she is passionate about, raise her family and recognize, attain and retain a remarkable man for over 30 years. No doubt about it, she found 'it all' and gave it her all. Hopefully, pray tell, she intends to teach her first born this essential lesson in life and love. Until that class opens up for the semester, I'll sharpen my pencil...hurry up...and WATE....

Thursday, September 10, 2009

My Column Debut =)

Hello, my friends! My column debuts in HQ Magazine this week and for those of you not in NJ - I've entered it below:

Leave me your thoughts...I'm so excited this is happening - so many great things on the horizon =)

Thank you for reading xoxo

HQ Magazine
"Is This Thing On?...My Life as a TV Host"
Jamie Lynn Drohan


Lights, camera, New Jersey! The New Jersey Hall of Fame was created to honor the men and women who have made significant contributions to the state of New Jersey and the world beyond. The 2009 event took place on May 3rd at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center in Newark, New Jersey. A proud Jersey Girl myself, it is always an honor to interview and spotlight a fellow Jersey Girl or Boy who has gone on to great success and achievement. This was my second year covering the red carpet ceremony and I felt fairly confident with my goals for the evening. My assignment was to host and produce some fabulous red carpet coverage to air on CNN Headline News and Comcast Cable On Demand.

Early bird that I am, I secured the top spot on the carpet. Not that it really matters because, generally, you can get an interview regardless of your carpet placement. Hey, some people suffer from "Napoleon syndrome"; I have a "carpet complex". I'm working on it, cross my stillettos and hope to die. Despite the rainy weather, I was determined to "sprinkle a little Jersey" on the red runway and, to my surprise, it wasn't just the shutterbugs that hit the carpet. As Don Jay Smith, Executive Producer of the New Jersey Hall of Fame had promised, the evening had a star-studded lineup. The organization inducts New Jersey natives from all walks of life and breaks the nominees down into five categories: Historical, Enterprise, Arts & Entertainment, Sports and General.

I had the chance to interview entertainment giants such as acclaimed talk show host, Montel Williams, Star Trek alumni turned Rutgers professor, Avery Brooks, Sopranos actor, Vincent Pastore, moonwalker, Buzz Aldrin and his best friend and Yankee legend, Yogi Berra.

Pop singer and Newark, NJ native, Kat DeLuna got the party started by performing her hit song, Whine Up and we were Havin’ A Party as Southside Johnny rocked the house with a little help from his longtime buddy, Bon Jovi.

Yes, Jon Bon Jovi is just as handsome in real life as he is in his music videos and on the big screen. This particular Hall of Fame Inductee did not walk the red carpet. This was a total bummer, as I was all ready to hit him up with my first and, admittedly, cheesy question, "Who says you can't go home?" Despite having my red carpet hopes dashed, he did give a great acceptance speech on what it means to be from "Jersey". As he put it, it's the only state where someone will refer to another person by saying, "Hey, Jersey!" You never hear, "Hey, Connecticut!” or, "Hey, North Carolina!” Nope, that's only reserved for Jersey folk. He also made note that since New Jersey is smack dab between NYC and Philly, those from the Garden State have no choice but to cast a "very large shadow".

After listening to Bon Jovi, I began preparing for an interview with another inductee who happens to cast a very large shadow, both figuratively and literally: New Jersey’s best-known scholar-athlete, Bill Bradley. He was a three-time All-American basketball player at Princeton University and 1965 National Player of the Year. Graduating with honors, Bradley was awarded a Rhodes scholarship to study at Oxford University after which he returned to lead the New York Knicks during their glory days in the late sixties and early seventies. "Dollar Bill" became a United States Senator for New Jersey and today, is a highly sought after investment banker. His drive for perfection on the court and in business makes him the perfect role model for aspiring athletes and businessmen alike. As my dad puts it, Bradley has successfully combined his two passions: “Benjamins & basketball”.

My dad would know, as he is a true basketball fanatic. When I was a little girl he enrolled me on an all boys basketball team for two seasons. I think he only did this so he could be a coach. He also started calling me "Jay". I think he did that because secretly, he'd wished I were a boy. Who am I kidding...it was never a secret...he made it very clear.

We would bicker terribly in the morning before practice, as I was crimping my side ponytail and trying to turn my atrocious team uniform into couture. Around this time, I also developed a loathing for "performance" sneakers. Come on, who cares what your footwork is like if you don't look good doing it? To this day when I hear a whistle blow I have flashbacks of endless dribbling drills, three point lines and concern over my visible training bra straps. Strike that...concern over the fact I was the only one wearing a training bra. (Oh, to be ten again!)
“Nothin but net”, he’d yell out at our practices. Oh, Dad...fifteen years later and he’s still..."Baaaaall in!”

While most red carpet reporters ask the standard questions, I have a decidedly different approach and decided to call my basketball history into play. As a result, I had a particularly fabulous interview with Senator Bradley. The Hall of Fame Inductee and basketball legend turned political icon was briskly walking the red carpet trying not to stop at any reporter too long. I caught him off guard by jumping in front of him with the swiftness of a power forward on offense and said: "My Dad is a big basketball fan and he's so excited I'm interviewing you! So Senator, how would you rate the honor you’re receiving tonight - nothing but net from the three point line?" He immediately stopped and thought for a moment, and said, "How would I rate the honor?" He then smiled and said, "SWISH!!"

I was speaking Senator Bradley's language and thanks to my former "coach", our red carpet interview was an "alley-oop". Some things never change. In a way, I'm still that ten year old hot mess, bra straps and all, only this time around my court is the red carpet, my uniform is couture, I've traded in my sneaks for stilettos and my "slam dunk" is now a slammin' sound bite. You may call it full circle, but I’m calling it nothin’ but net.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Follow me on Twitter!

Hello my friends! Follow my tweets at @JamieLynnDrohan and I will follow you back! XOXO

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Jamie Lynn Drohan Demo Reel 2009

Hello, my fellow blogger friends =)

I apologize for not posting more often, but I have been busy working....I'm hosting as fast as I can ;)

Please check out my brand new demo reel below and let me know what you think!

Thank you! =)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Mr. Mickey, Senor Mickadius, Mickolini

Mr. Mickey, Senor Mickadius, Mickolini... he was a feline of many nicknames. We are mourning the loss of our dear friend Mr. Mickey today at the Drohan compound. We said our goodbyes this afternoon after 14 years. All five of us were present and we held him close in our arms. Now we hold him safe in our hearts. We gave him a great life and he gave us one right back...See you in my dreams buddy...

The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author Anonymous

Monday, July 27, 2009

Behind the Scenes...Lynn Doyle

Check out the three links below to view my behind the scenes interview with nine time emmy recipient, Lynn Doyle!

Part One:

Part Two:

Part Three:

Friday, July 24, 2009

Another Day...Another Red Carpet...

Check out a piece I hosted and produced for Comcast's Red Carpet Show airing on CNN Headline News and Comcast ON DEMAND.

Monday, June 8, 2009

That's Where You'll Find Me....

By far, my favorite version...enjoy!

In Need of Repair...

Whenever I find myself in need of a mental transmission tune-up, (about every three months or so), I take refuge in the song below. After listening, go do something nice for someone else. I promise you, you'll feel better =)

Friday, June 5, 2009

Charity is Glamorous...

Below is a Red Carpet I hosted and produced airing on CNN Headline News and on Comcast ON DEMAND.

"City Year unites young people of all backgrounds for a year of full-time service, giving them the skills and opportunities to change the world. As tutors, mentors and role models, these young leaders make a difference in the lives of children, and transform schools and neighborhoods in 18 U.S. locations and Johannesburg, South Africa. Just as important, during their year of service corps members develop civic leadership skills they can use throughout a lifetime of community service. Major corporations and businesses participate in our mission by serving as strategic partners, team sponsors, and national leadership sponsors. Together we’re building a citizen service movement that is larger than our organization, our lifetime, and ourselves."


Thursday, May 28, 2009

What I've Done...

Hello Lovers.....

Below is the latest project I've created. I edited a piece for my brother, Connor, for his Senior Project at Westfield High School. He is now immortalized and he loves it. I'm a good big sister ;)

Hope you like it, too!

Connor Drohan Westfield High School Senior Project from jdrohan1982 on Vimeo.

Connor Drohan Senior Project Westfield, NJ

Director/Executive Producer & Writer: Connor Drohan

Editors: Jamie Lynn Drohan & Ruben Rodriguez

Camera: Ruben Rodriguez

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Down the Shore Everything's All Right...

Which New Jersey Hall of Famer rocks the Jersey Girl song the best....


Thursday, April 30, 2009

What Would Tally Atwater Do?

Ok, so I officially have my own column in the fabulous HQ Magazine distributed here in New Jersey. The column is titled:

"Is This Thing On? My Life as a TV HOST".

Naturally, this is a writers dream to have a column chronicle their career. I am officially no longer a blogger, but a COLUMNIST with a two page spread! I know, I know...I'm full of butterflies!

As my psychic friend, Linda Lauren (http://lindalauren.blogspot.com) says, "the excitement mounts"....and whilst that mound grows taller, my first looming deadline begins to shrink. My column must combine an interview with a fabulous person, as well as a connection to a funny family story that somehow relates.

Fabulous person, fabulous person....let's see...I am covering the red carpet for the NJ Hall of Fame this weekend. Apparently Bon Jovi is being inducted and hopefully will walk the runway in my direction. That would be a great interview.

Shaquille O'Neal is also being inducted and I would really enjoy speaking with him, as well. My dad is a basketball fanatic and when I was a little girl he enrolled me on an all boys basketball team for two seasons. I think he only did this so he could be a coach. He also started calling me "Jay". I think he did that because secretly, he'd wished I were a boy. Who am I kidding...it was never on the DL...he made it very clear.

We would bicker terribly in the morning before practice, as I was crimping my side ponytail and trying to turn my atrocious team uniform into couture. Ultimately, I was a hot mess. To this day when I hear a whistle blow I have flashbacks of endless dribbling drills, three point lines and concern over my visible training bra straps. Scratch that...concern over the fact I was the only one wearing a training bra. Oh, to be ten again!

This didn't seem to phase my father one bit. "Shut your face...nothing but net", he would say. Oh, Dad...fifteen years later and he's still, "Baaaall-in'".

And the intelligent specimen I am, I've learned to speak his language. My Dad has quite the history of "foot in mouth in public", (FIMIP), syndrome. Today when Dad seems to be teatering on another episode of "FIMIP" we keep his feet firmly planted on the ground by saying, "traveling" and give the signal just like a basketball referee. He immediately responds, in turn, by refraining from embarassing comments in front of friends and strangers alike.

You may call it behavior modification....I call it...Brilliant...

This is the Show that Doesn't End....

Here are two clips from a show I host/produce in Westfield. Enjoy!

Monday, April 13, 2009

You're Gonna Find Yourself Somewhere, Somehow...

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Up Close and Personal...

Any time I need to add a spring to my stiletto, I think of Tally Atwater and watch Up Close and Personal....it's the first time I saw the romance in journalism...

And when I need a REAL pick-me-up....I call for my reinforcements below and we Paint the Town Jersey....

Good Times with Good Friends...

This is my friend Terron....he always tells the truth and makes me feel pretty...

This is my friend Paul....he's a graphic designer in NYC...uber-talented and sexy in that artsy, eclectic way...

I see the world through rose colored glasses after a pretty cocktail with pretty people...

We're Off to See the Wizard...

Ok, so I totally have an appropriate excuse as to why I've been MIA-DOA on the blogspot lately....I've been LIVING MY LIFE!

...And, I totally recommend you do so immediatley....with a handsome man, naturally...

Here are some photos of my travels below:


Me and my Man Friend were at a diner in Jersey and after we finished our Friday brunch, we hopped in the car and drove to Kennebunkport, Maine!

After the five hour drive we explored the beach!

And of course we tried the fabulous local grub...

Forget what your parents told you....play with your food...it's fun!

There's always room for Vodka!

Man friend helped me devour that bad boy!

A five hour drive home means time for 5 Hour Energy!

And it's Teepy Time for the blogger:

The lesson from today's blog is:

Live Your Life and Knock Yourself Out! =)

Friday, March 20, 2009

For Shits and Giggles....

Some of my interviews from "The Knowing"...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Knowing...

Today I decided to pull out my vision board and make some additions. For those of you who do not have a vision board, I suggest you create one immediately. Not only is it a fun project, but each time you view your creation you'll be filled with positive energy and encouragement.

Have you ever stopped a moment to review your immediate circumstances and realized you are exactly where you're supposed to be? When I look at my vision board I get the same confirmation. I have various images and texts ranging from women in power, the best of NYC, hottest interviews, coast to coast locales, etc.

Looking back on my five year journey through television, I can see people truly have come into my life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Usually a fledgling reporter will begin his/her journey through the world of fluff. Sugar-coated, cavity-inducing news that most respectable journalists consider embarrassing, however, necessary to earn your stripes. The paychecks are laughable, if existent.

I, as usual, went against what is mainstream and commonplace. Maybe it's the Aquarius in me, but I find little to learn from roads well traveled. This just in: The "Waterbearer" is indeed a salmon swimming upstream. Rather than beginning my career "in the fluff", I got my start in politics. Talk about a fish out of water...New Jersey politics, to boot!

The 15th interview of my career took place in a small bookstore in Union, NJ. I had the honor of an exclusive interview with Governor McGreevey during his most scandalous of hours. Despite the rioters outside, we discussed his book and he answered my questions with patience and kind eyes. I should have been head over stilettos about the fact that this was the first time I'd interviewed a Governor, however, the notion was overshadowed by the news that I'd managed to finagle my interview right after Oprah and before Lynn Doyle!

Today, I look at what I've accomplished and I'm proud to say I'm not just a talking head. As a Director of Operations in Westfield I not only get the chance to mold the look and content of an entire station, I also get the chance to test my guts and intuition on the regular. I can confirm, without hesitation, what I am learning each day will bring me that much closer to my ultimate goal: World Domination...

LOL - no just kidding! But, no doubt, I do intend on monopolizing some air time on Fox5. It's my favorite network and my ultimate goal. One morning you will wake up and I will be hosting Good Day New York. Probably my favorite morning news broadcast of all time. I like the morning news because it's got a breeziness the evening news doesn't. It's perfect for me....I'm consumed...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Hey Child, Up and Go....

A little sumthin', sumthin' to inspire my creative friends on this fine day.....

Monday, March 16, 2009

Kiss Me, I'm Irish...

All me best friends are leprechauns...in fact, many of them are family.

The Holiday calls for the blogging of a traditional Gaelic blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Happy St. Patrick's Day to my favorite pint drinkin', rosy cheeked, freckle faced, porcelain skinned, claddagh wearing, clover pickin', magically delicious, spitfires!

In celebration, I'll be watching, "Far and Away"......gotta love the Brogue!

One of the best songs:

Puttin' On The Ritz....

The hallway of the Ritz Carlton was buzzing with energy. Three journalists sat in a row along a wall papered with what appeared to be, expensive felt. A bus boy with kind eyes made his way towards the door labeled, "Nicolas Cage". He pushed a cart with four cups of coffee and scones. Upon approaching the door he turned to a woman wearing a headset circa Madonna's "Re-Invention Tour". For shits and giggles, we'll refer to her as, "The Handler".

At this point, I uncrossed my legs and glanced at the reporter next to me. She gave me a nervous smile. It was clear to me this young woman didn't have a psychic medium, which, in turn, meant she wasn't in possession of a positive energy crystal. I reached down to grab my ginormous purse and began digging around inside for my little friend. Finally, my fingertips met the satin, Asian inspired pouch and I pulled out the crystal for some positive reinforcement.

Crystal in hand, I glanced down at my five inch, hidden platform, grey stilettos for comfort. I then took notice of the reporter's fabulous, suede, black booties. Instantly, I knew I liked her. I felt the need to start conversation with her, in the hopes of breaking the blanket of nerves that encompassed the felt hallway. "I love your booties", I said, to which she replied, "I got them for fifteen dollars at TJMaxx". A girl after my own heart. She smiled and, almost immediately, I noticed the tension leave her shoulders.

The next thing I knew, "The Handler" was calling my name and I gracefully, (ha), tugged at my pencil skirt before entering the room. I told "The Handler" the network in which I represent, (this almost posed an issue as I don't really represent TUN and the call letters escaped me for a moment). Old Reliable I am, I pulled it together, or out my a$$ as I like to say, and entered the hotel room.

It was dark and quiet, unlike the rooms of leading lady, Rose Byrne and director, Alex Proyas. The energy was calm and reserved. As I turned the corner the lights were bright, the movie poster framed and Nicolas Cage was sitting opposite an empty directors chair.

Even though he was seated, I could tell he was a tall man, at least 6'3. I'd only been at the press junket three hours...he'd arrived three hours before me. I'm sure he was exhausted after six hours of questioning from a variety of reporters, yet, he looked refreshed and at ease. Perhaps his psychic medium provided him a crystal, as well?

As soon as I shook his hand and introduced myself I knew I'd stilletto'd upon entirely foreign territory. Accustomed to interviewing many a politician, this Jersey Girl was happy to learn she didn't have to fight to get a word in. Mr. Cage answered each of my questions and he was generous with his time.

When the producer gave me the "wrap it up" signal I smiled, said thank you and wished him a great day. He replied, "Cheers".

And that's exactly what I did...after calling for reinforcements....

I promptly headed to the hotel lobby to paint the town Jersey with my favorite producer, Mary, where we discussed the dirty details over even dirtier, and REALLY EXPENSIVE martinis....

Cheers to you, Mr. Cage!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Painting the Town Jersey....

To love me is to know me and to know me is to know I'm a "Foxy" kinda Lady....FOX5, that is. My alias is Blanche DeVeraux and my sister is Sharon Stone. We change our names because it's funny and more often than not, we speak in German slang...and by we, I'm referring to me and meine udder schwester.

Born and raised in the Garden State, Blanche and Sharon can do more than spot a ferocious Jersey tomatoe when they see one. You can usually find us just across the river painting the town Jersey at our favorite Parisian haunt, Pastis.

My Partner in Fabulous is now on a plane to of all places....MICHIGAN. She is traveling with our Dad....we call him Rusty. I realize the only decent thing that ever came out of Michigan is our Lady of Pop...Madonna. It's a True Blue day...I Dressed Her Up in My Love....and told her to Express Yourself, Don't Repress Yourself....and to consider this trip a Holiday....and while she's mid-flight, I advised her to make a wish on a Lucky Star....and told her to Open Her Heart to the opportunities that await....I advised Rusty, Papa Don't Preach...Jersey Used to be Her Playground...now it's Her Against the Michigan...our Material Girl is all Vogued up in the Wolverine State...the simple folk there are sure to wonder, "Who's That Girl"?

Ladies and Gentlemen.....Bruce Springstein...

You know she thrills me with all her charms

When I'm wrapped up in my baby's arms

My little girl gives me everything

I know that some day she'll wear my ring

So don't bother me man i ain't got no time

I'm on my way to see that girl of mine

`cause nothing matters in this whole wide world

When you're in love with a jersey girl

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Waiter, Can I Get a Doggy Bag? I'm Going to My Safe Place...

When you first fall head over stilettos, every experience with your new beau produces an adrenaline rush or gush, in my case. No doubt, after the first few months my punch drunk love buzz wears off and is inevitably replaced with a sobering routine. Whether it's maturity, the guy, or the astrological influences is yet to be determined. I am happy to report there is nothing sobering about routine with the right man, of course.

My Man Friend and I were up to our usual antics last night, bickering and giggling over raw fish, sticky rice and stiff cocktails at one our of favorite local haunts. Everything was going according to plan, or routine, until it hit me. Man Friend and I were deep in debate over his fabulous empanada recipe and who'd be the sous chef this weekend. He was threatening me with the job of garlic mincing and I was fighting him tooth and french manicured nail. To preface this, I once mistook a meat cleaver for a garlic mincer, so clearly, I should not have access to sharp objects. Somewhere before the point he agreed to stop bossing me around in the kitchen or after I told him I'd pull a "Rhianna" on his ass if he didn't slow his role, I realized how I much I adored this man.

Have you ever seen a movie where the movement is in slow motion and the entire shot is out of focus except for the character's face? I was mesmerized by the smile of his eyes. Before I knew it the slow motion reverted to a fast forward and I could see my life with this smart, funny, handsome man. Never before have I felt secure enough to visualize a real future, a family with another person. Now I understand the cliche', "When you know, you know".

You've heard the phrase "I'm going to my safe place"....well my "safe place" is not any "place" in particular and there are no directions or maps to follow. According to http://www.about.com/, a safe place, "...gives you warm fuzzies...put yourself in this picture and imagine what you would hear, smell, see, feel....do this as often as possible...".

My "safe place" is a pretty exclusive restaurant with reservations for two. I hear his smile, I smell his sarcasm, I see his heart and I feel his scruff...I give it five stars...he's delicious...

Friday, February 27, 2009

Where Have the Ladies Gone?

Where have all the ladies gone? Those who know me know I love to stir the pot like any good fashionista. I am just as busy as any other 20 something juggling multiple jobs and a shoe obsession, but to be clear, I always manage to put on my clothes before leaving the house, let alone taping a television show. When did it become mainstream for lady lumps to be placed on display like accessories? You know what I'm talking about; it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "boob tube".

Until recently, I was blissfully ignorant to the notion that it's totally trendy to put on a show with your "accessories" while actually, well, putting on a show. I was recently held visually captive by a television program hosted by a 20 something woman like myself, but here's the kicker - she was in hot pants delivering a report. I'm not sure what the topic was, I was too busy trying to figure out what message she was aiming to send with her attire. I have but one question for her: "Why are you hurting your own kind?"

Vivienne Westwood once said, "You have a better life if you wear impressive clothes". Will someone please explain to me what type of impression hot pants are supposed to leave us with?

I will say this only once for all the hard working ladies I know both in front and behind the camera: "Be fabulously professional and cover it up, Cookie!" We ladies are working too hard to be set back by your "talent", or lack thereof. We are in the business of television news and entertainment. Perhaps you are better suited for an adult industry? No shame there - just please, own it and move it...to Silicon Valley. And that's how the cookie crumbled. Good night and good luck ;)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

25 Randoms Things About Moi.......

1. I have a really hard time understanding people with accents but on a cute guy I think its ferocious

2. Sometimes that also applies to those without accents.

3. I like to bite the ends off twizzlers and use them as straws.

4. The longer my hair gets the longer it takes to get ready in the morning - once a day I consider wigging it.

5. I have an obsession with sunglasses and never go anywhere without a large pair.

6. I bite my lips and have probably consumed pounds of lipgloss.

7. I will only wear shoes with 4 inch heels or higher.

8. Because of #7, I can always fall back on pole dancing if I ever get bored with television.

9. I LOVE stargazer lillies

10. I can't go anywhere without my carbon black masacara and cherry lipgloss.

11. I love being a Jersey girl

12. I love listening to and helping people tell their stories

13. I totally talk to myself all the time

14. My attention span is MIA/DOA so I love that my job is never the same

15. I always get a little weirded out when people recognize me from tv

16. My friends are the best people on earth and are super understanding of my schedule and I love them for that

17. I want to have at least two kids

18. When I give birth I want to get my hair blown out before going to the hospital and I'm going to wear some fabulous shoes so the first thing the baby sees upon entering the world is good fashion sense

19. I have always had this plan that I would be married and have at least one child by the age of 30.

20. I can't wait to turn 30 cuz then I feel I will be more legitimate and have more substance. Politicians don't take 20 somethings that seriously but I'm doing my part to motivate the masses ;)

21. I am supposed to be taping my intros outros downtown right now but instead I'm on facebook =P

22. I am totally in love with a great guy

23. I'm working on my shopping and spending habits but just like I support homeless animals, I feel fabulous shoes need a forever home too

24. I'm a sucker for babies with biscuit legs
25. I only do a french manicure on my nails cuz I think red is way tacky

Friday, February 13, 2009


So don't be jealous, but my Boyfriend, or Man Friend as I like to say, is a huge television director/producer/writer. Yes, that's correct. Not only is he a consumer of Tiffany's and fully aware of who Christian Louboutain is and why he's amazing - my Man Friend is also a successful entertainment mogul. One of the television programs he created and oversees is called E-Asylum. If you love interviews with major celebs than this, my loyal reader, is your new dirty obsession. Cross my stilettos and hope to die. I'm not going to lie, it's a phenomenal production and I insist you go to this site immediately, become a fan and be consumed.....kiss,kiss....



I Need My Meds...

We can all relate to this....and by "we", I'm referring to me, myself and I.

Be consumed...kiss, kiss...

Cuppy Cake Boy...

Warning: The video you are about to view is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen. This kid appeared on Tyra Banks today and I just had to share the love...be consumed

PS - I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here ;) Check out the eyebrows at the end, lol...

Kiss, kiss...Happy Valentine's Day...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I love this woman - and you should too...

Chelsea Handler - my God, I love this woman. In fact, I feel such a connection, it's quite possible we are sisters from another mother. She's a smart, sexy wise-ass, born and raised in New Jersey - where else - AND she appreciates a phenomenal shoe...that's how we do here in the Garden State - check out the clips below and be consumed....

Kiss, Kiss


I bet you didn't know I'm a spokeswoman for a video internet service in New York City.....and no, not that kind of "service". I'm a lady, through and through...unless, of course, I can be garaunteed full anonymity....take a look at my peep show below:

Work Videos

Doing what I do best....

Work Videos

Work Videos

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Work Videos

Don't Misunderestimate Me...

Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the tasks set before me at work. Sometimes. Oh, that's a lie. I'm fairly consistent with the panic. Today I am shooting a show with a Congressman in District Numero Sieben. My plan this weekend is to spend 15 hours in my office in front of an editing computer. I have five shows to edit before the weekend comes to a close, I need to get cracking on developing the look and content for a new show I'm hosting, "J.Walking with Jamie Lynn", (it's gonna be huge, you heard it here first), and I need a mani/pedi. What's a girl to do? At times like these, I find comfort in the wise words of great leaders gone ary. Now is the time to work my bottom off if I ever want to see my "wings take dream". "I'll be long gone before some smart person ever figures out what happened inside this Oval Office." --George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., May 12, 2008

My sentiments exactly, Mr. President...

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Exclusive Interview...

Maybe it’s just me, but I find the average bio about as exciting as a throat culture. So, I asked the best interviewer I know — me — to sit down for a little Q&A. The unedited transcript is below. (And let’s be honest here: I could have edited it to make myself seem all witty and well-adjusted, but I wanted to you to see the real me.)

Ms. Drohan, it’s so gracious of you to invite me to your lovely home. Would you like to begin by telling our readers where you’re from?
Sure, Jamie. By the way, I love your shoes. Are those hidden platforms? I have the same ones. Anyway, I was born in Livingston, NJ and raised in the Township of Union. I attended Union High School where I was incredibly bored and insanely underappreciated outside the theatre department. I remember wondering daily, “How come these people have no idea how freakin' fabulous I am?”

Hmmm. That sucks.
No worries, Princess. I joined facebook to reconnect and discovered that everyone felt bored and underappreciated. It’s called puberty.

And after high school?
I attended Wagner College on a Musical Theatre scholarship and after two years realized this wasn't the path for me. I landed a job hosting some shows in local television and I wanted more - more I tell you!

That path led you to Comcast and Westfield TV36 didn’t it?
Absolutely. I worked as a producer/editor/writer/host of Union TV34 and started making my own demos - sending them out to any Network Exec with a name and mailing address. Eventually, after six months of no word, I apparently broke down one Exec in particular and landed my first gig hosting Newsmakers on CNN Headline News. Through that position I was offered another gig hosting Eye On Ocean County in South Jersey on Channel 8 - all the while, still working for Union TV34. A few months later I heard of a job opening for Director of Operations in Westfield and decided there's always room for Jello - so I went for the job and I landed it. After six months of juggling four jobs I decided it was time to let one free and, loving my new position as Director, I decided to release Union TV34. Today I still host Eye on Ocean County and serve as Director of Operations for Westfield TV36. Did I also mention I'm a spokesperson?

For Overachievers Anonymous?
No, you jerk. I'm a spokesperson for VEOTAG in NYC. They help companies brand, catalog and market their services.

How many televisions shows have you done as of right now?
I have no freakin' idea - isn't that fabulous?!

You mentioned you were a musical theatre performer. Would you like to sing a little something right now?
You betcha. [Sings “Hopelessy Devoted to You” by Olivia Newton-John.]

That’s not a show tune.
[Sings “Seasons of Love” from Rent.]

Thank you. I get the idea.
I’m not finished yet. [Continues singing.] OK, now I’m done.

So, you turned your back on the theatre because you couldn't sing?
Are you trying to be funny? If nothing else, I’m a lady of my word. [Clasps hands around interviewer’s throat slightly tighter and slightly longer than necessary to make point.]

I might sue you for that.
Bite me.

What’s your sign, biatch?
I was born Janaury 20, 1982, under the sign of Aquarius. In fact, I’m a Aquarius with a Saggitarius rising, just like Jennifer Aniston - isn't that fabulous?

No, not really. Where do you get your clothes? Not that I care at this point. My neck hurts.
I get my clothes from lots of different places. I wear a lot of Michael Kors, Sweet Pea, Free People, True Religion. My favorite suits are by the Klein's, (Calvin and Anne). And I love shoes by Michael Kors, Jessica Simpson (girlfriend knows how to make a heel!) and Christian Louboutin.

How tall are you?
I’m five foot four.

And how much do you weigh?

Liar. You weigh 120, J.Dro.
I know, but I could lose those ten pounds if I wanted to - I just happen to have a buxom bottom. And don’t contradict me or I'll choke you again. I hope I left a bruise.

I think you did. Now talk about your hobbies. That’s the next question on this list you gave me.
I didn’t give you any list. As you know, I don’t have as much time as I’d like to pursue my hobbies, but I enjoy reading, travel, fashion, cooking, kicking ass in Scrabble and playing with my rabbit, Mr. Hefner.

What television shows do you watch?
I’m addicted to reruns of SATC, anything TLC, and for some ridiculous reason, The Real World.

And my last question: Are you single?
I can’t believe you just asked me that. That’s not on the list.

I thought you said there was no list. I only asked because some people seem to care.
I don’t care why you asked. When will we stop slapping labels on people? “That guy’s gay.” “That girl’s a slut.” “That dog’s humping my leg.” If it doesn’t concern you, mind your own business.

OK, OK. Don’t get your balls in a tangle.
I don’t have balls. You think that because I run a television station and generally tell other people what to do all day, I have testicles? I think this interview is over.

Good. I’m going to see a doctor.
Well, this has been a pleasure. Please don’t let the French doors hit you on the way out.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Who is Jamie Lynn Drohan?

Who is Jamie Lynn Drohan? She is multitudes and will speak of them in the third person.

It all began in Union, NJ when a three year old JLD attended her first dance class. The experience consumed her thoughts, interfering with her concentration on Rainbrow Brite and The California Raisins. Eventually weekly dance lessons parlayed into weekly voice lessons. She continued her dance and vocal training both in NJ and NYC and began to dabble in writing. She secured the crown of Little Miss Union at seven years old and decided it was time to become an author. At the age of nine, not only did she know Ms. Jackson's choreography by heart, but she also had her first piece of writing published in an anthology. Who knows if it was the leg warmers, the jazz hands or the vibrato, but needless to say, a star was born.

Today, JLD is an extraordinary ordinary 20 something femme fatale with her mind on her money and her money on her shoes. Often compared to Linda Carter, this sassy woman of wonder keeps her cover disguised as a televison maven calling the shots both on camera and behind the scenes. Jamie Lynn Drohan is Director of Operations for a local television station, a spokesperson for VEOTAG in NYC, can be seen on the tube interviewing iconic powerbrokers, blogs like its her fourth job and is a mildly obsessed fan of Mark McGrath (circa "I Just Wanna Fly").

In her spare time, (ha), she trades in her lasso of truth for a fabulous clutch and the gold wrist cuffs come off for an even hotter accessory: good friends. JLD likes her men like her coffee; dark and from South America. When asked for her advice on love she responds, " Love is a process and should be practiced often. Rinse and repeat until the desired outcome is reached."

This American in New Jersey enjoys her cocktails served on a stem and her stems secured on stilettos. May the road rise up to meet you, and may all your lights run green: Go E-ZPass.