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Why I [Sometimes] Wish I Was a Lesbian

15 Jul

We’ve all heard of the book by Dr. John Gray, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, and while I’ve never actually read the entire book there are times when I look at my husband with such annoyance and aggravation that I think to myself: I wish I was a lesbian!

I’m sure lesbians have problems in their relationships, too, but I imagine that they at least ‘get’ each other, as opposed to men and women - like how my husband does things and I shake my head and think wtf are you doing? I don’t get how his brain works!

For one, why is it impossible for men to watch the children AND keep a clean house? I manage to do it, why can’t he?

I suppose I should explain where this vent is coming from, and thank goodness he doesn’t read my blog anymore because he would be pissed to know I blogged my frustrations about him for all to read, but seriously what else am I to do?

I could bitch and moan about it but it’s never going to change because he’s the way he is, and I’m the way I am. I nag him enough as it is, so some things I just need to let go. I’m not good at letting things go though and if it just eats at me I’ll be ready to seriously consider leaving him for a woman, because, for realz, what’s the point of leaving him for another man?

My husband is a great man. Let me give you the reasons.

- He puts up with me, and if you read Jlee’s Blog you might wonder how any man could put up with me, and I actually had a blog commenter say that once. She said my husband must be a saint to put up with me. LOL

- He puts up with four other women, besides me. That would be my two bonus daughters, our daughter (the Chiquita) and his ex-wife. That’s a lot of females for one poor dude to deal with. There are days he wants to run away from us all.

- He is very helpful with our daughter. He has never once said I can’t go meet a friend; he always encourages me to have time with my girls.

Isn’t this the most beautiful bag you’ve ever seen????

- He has never ever told me not to buy that pair of Jessica Simpson boots or Juicy Couture bag. When I told him last night that I found a Marc Jacobs bag at Nordstrom that I would love love love to buy he didn’t even freak out when I told him the bag costs $1,400! Yeah, I wish, and I’m pretty sure he knows I wouldn’t blow our hard-earned money on that, even if I’d love to. Having a child makes you so darn practical!

But, now on to what drives me to think of lesbianism.

- No sex is enough sex. It’s like they always want more. I can’t keep up. Even if we did it every single day he would then want it twice a day. I’m destined to fail.

- My idea of clean and his idea of clean are wayyyy different.  Like why do men let the dishes pile up in the sink? The dishes are much easier to wash right now than 48 hours later when the food is hard and crusty on the plate. And what’s with shavings on my bathroom sink?

- If he does manage to wash the dishes or clean up toys he needs a cheerleader. He’s so proud of himself. Look what I did! I want to roll my eyes and say I do that every single day! But, instead, like a good doting wife I say, “Oh my gosh, honey, I’m sooo lucky to have you. You are the best husband!”

Good work! Now go clean the house bitch!

This morning he did let me sleep in until 9 am – let me talk him up again – and when I got up a large iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts was waiting for me on the counter (he’s such a saint!), but I still couldn’t help but wonder if I was a lesbian and came home at 3:30 in the morning from a bachelorette party what could I expect of my Sunday morning?

- Would my wife let me sleep until noon?

- Would my wife have washed all the dishes and cleaned up the toys?

- Would my wife have put the Chiquita to sleep in her clothes?

- Would my wife have thrown the Chiquita at me after she woke me at 9 am and allowed me deal with cleaning the house, starting laundry, cleaning a poopy diaper, making all the beds?

- Would my wife have tried to hug me when she sensed my aggravation over the lack thereof work that was done yesterday in my absence?

- Would my wife have asked me how many women hit on me last night and wanted me to consistently replay the tale of the Guida with the cigarette breath hitting on me when I was so obviously not into the conversation?

- Which then brings me to wouldn’t the Guida have picked up on my ‘not interested’ signals and left me alone instead of continuing to try talk to me?

Snooki and JWoww – Secret Lovers?

It’s not that I’m wanting to leave my husband, or wanting become a lesbian, but I just wonder what my life would be like with a wife. I would think that it would be pretty cool to have a wife to handle day-to-day life but maybe I’m not giving men enough credit? Men have a lot of pressure to be the man of the house, the breadwinners,,,and other things I’m not privy to since I have a female brain.

Put the old ball-n-chain to work!

And as I finish writing this post right now Hubs is running upstairs to get the Chiquita up from her nap. Aww I really am one lucky girl to have him for my husband. :)

Now if only I could have a wife, too! ;)

What do you think readers?
Do you ever want a wife?
What do my men readers think, do you ever want a husband?

This post is dedicated with love to my husband and my soulmate, Brett. We really do make a great team, and I love you.

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There’s No City Like New York City!

20 Jun

As a 20-something watching Sex and the City I thought New York seemed sooo cool.  I envied everything Carrie was that I wasn’t….a writer, a free-spirit, a keen fashion sense, the hot and wealthy boyfriend (Big, hello!), the sexual trysts….I missed the boat.

I was the good-girl who graduated from college, got in a committed relationship, bought a condo, and became an office manager.

Snooze.

And now here I sit and wonder…my 20s breezed by, and now I am a full-time office manager, a mom, a wife….I wonder what I might have been. The dream of New York and writing was gone.

I guess I never thought I would visit New York. I never thought I would be a writer. And then one day I started this blog. I started to write, and I never felt so alive. I’ve never known more of who I am. I am a writer.

Yes, I’m still a mom. Yes, I’m still a wife. And yes, lol, I’m still an office manager. But I am also…A writer….I love how that sounds.

So people have started to take notice of Jlee’s Blog, and I’m not bragging about this, but rather I am sooo grateful for all who spend a little time in my head on any given day, and I was invited to New York City to attend an exclusive Mommy Blogger Event.

I desperately wanted to go, and if you read my post Fear you already know the story. If you didn’t read Fear, click here to read it. Otherwise, [spoiler] I WENT!

Two days before I was to leave on a Southwest flight to LaGuardia I had major anxiety going on. MAJOR. For one, I was at work completely hung over. I know, we’ve discussed this before. I use drinking as a coping mechanism for managing my stress. So the night before at bowling I got hammered. Oops. Hubs was not happy. For two, I was having major regrets about booking this trip. This is crazy! What am I thinking going to NYC by myself?

I’ve got my mom in my ear like a little bird going…. “People make up events like this all the time and then when you show up they do things to you!”

Yeah, she said that for realz. And “who” does this, seriously? I think she made it up.

I’m like, “Mom, it’s fine.” But, somewhere deep inside I guess I was like, what am I doing? I barely even leave DuPage County, the county that I was born and raised in, let alone the state, and now I’m going to NYC by myself?

I tried to bail. I tried soo hard to find any reason to bail. What will I tell my blog readers? That I just decided not to go? That something “came up”? But, I can’t lie to you. And how will I tell them the truth, that I simply was scared to go?

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Two days later Hubs drops me off at Midway Airport. Big girl pants, big girl pants, big girl pants….

I board the plane and sit next to two normal peeps, one of whom gave me some Advil, which I desperately needed to ease my pounding headache. I ordered a Bloody Mary stat, sat back and slurped that sucker down. It was the best Bloody Mary ever! Side note, omg, I finally like Bloody Mary’s! It took a while, but right now I’m currently obsessed with Ditka’s Kick Ass Bloody Mary Mix…yum!

I land at LaGuardia at 11:30 pm. I grab a cab and head to my hotel, The Chelsea Inn, which is on 5th Avenue and 17th Street. I was a little nervous about the hotel (also discussed in Fear), and when I got there it lived up to everything I imagined it would be.

I walked into the room and wondered if I will be murdered in this hotel. And so begins my stay in New York City.

The next morning I wake up bright and early, but also exhausted 1, from the past days (multiple days and subsequent hangover) anxiety about this trip and 2, because sleeping was difficult due to subpoint (a) the fact that my room was next to a nightclub with music blaring until 3 in the morning and subpoint (b) I was certain I was going to be murdered.

I wanted to throw up just being in the room because it seriously creeped me out, so I go out for iced coffee. I stand on the steps to the outside and think: I can’t walk off this stoop. I just can’t.

Even though I only need to walk next door, yes, seriously, to the door right next door, because we get coffee coupons from The Chelsea Inn. So I go next door to get a banana and an iced coffee, then I walk back next door and sit on the stoop watching the traffic drive by. People honking…

I tell myself, what am I going to do? Sit here all day? No, I made a ton of plans of what I wanted to do, and I have to do something!

I go back to my room to take a shower and while in the shower search for that peep-hole, but there wasn’t one, phew, at least not one that I found. I showered in my flip-flops like I was back in college and then refused to set anything on the floor…just in case.

Now let me talk up The Chelsea Inn here…I think it’s safe to say that I’m a little high maintenance. I made the decision to stay at that hotel based on the location and then the price. I knew that I wasn’t getting The Peninsula at the price I was paying, and I was OK with that.

The Chelsea Inn ended up being a very nice and quaint place, and I would definitely stay there again. My only beef was that it was crazy small….but I was told that all New York hotel rooms are extremely tiny, and that’s New York baby!

Also, the staff at The Chelsea Inn were all extremely friendly and helpful, and I found out that it is in a very safe neighborhood as well as being a very safe place to stay. The second night I was able to sleep a little better despite the loud music. At least I knew I wasn’t going to get murdered. Bed bugs I wasn’t so sure about…so I slept on top of the covers.

What else did I do?

- Juicy Couture on 5th Ave!!!! Yes, the Mothership called to me, and I just HAD to go to Juicy Couture. I was not disappointed by the two-story entrance, the chandelier, and the helpful team! Unfortunately I didn’t make a purchase, but I was planning to, and nothing caught my eye. Don’t worry though, I bought a new Juicy Couture purse and wallet today (a belated b-day present)! I ended up wandering around Juicy Couture for about an hour just amazed at all there was to see.

- Lunch! You know I went with a slice of New York pizza and I was not disappointed. It was cheese and meatball and was absolutely delicious. I wish I took a picture!

- Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum! I am obsessed with wax museums, and I once went to Madame Tussaud’s in Vegas. I just had to check out Madame Tussaud’s in Times Square!  Ohmigosh, it was amazing! But, no, my future BFF Guiliana Rancic is not at Madame Tussaud’s Times Square. Wtf, I was really hopeful that she was so I could take a pic with her for my BFF picture frame. I got a pic with Kim K. instead…

Very cool…but I would have died if it was my future BFF G!

OMG, Wills and Kate…gorg!

- Then to walk around Times Square, which was A-Maze-Ing! There was such a vibe there, and it was completely intoxicating. The crowds, the lights, the noises….the PEOPLE. And I’m someone who doesn’t like people, but I could have walked through Times Square for hours just watching people. Wow, it was incredible. I honestly can’t even put into words how truly exciting it was.

- I walked to Times Scare, which I was really anxious to check out, but they were closed until 5 pm so hopefully next time I can hit that place up. I love haunted houses – and bars – so what’s better than a haunted house with 3 bars and a magic show?

- Central Park! Central Park was a must so I ended up having a bike cabby ride me the 14 blocks to 60th St. because I had been walking all day. I refused to spend money on cabs and figured walking was better for my figure anyways. Central Park was beautiful! It was so big and peaceful. I wish I could have taken a tour through it. I didn’t walk too far in because I knew I had to walk all the way back to 17th St., and I was afraid my legs would give out of exhaustion. I just hung out in the park for a little bit and then decided to make the walk back down 5th Ave.

Me in Central Park!!

- I went to a couple souvenir shops looking for misc. items for the Chiquita and my bonus daughters, and I watched a street performer. It was the best feeling in the world having nowhere to be and operating on my own schedule. I could do anything I wanted at any time for as long as I wanted!

- The Museum of Sex! The Museum of Sex was so crazy and so interesting and so worth it! Here are some pics!

- After the Museum of Sex I was completely wiped out. I ended up at Mesa Grill  for dinner by myself. It’s the first time I’ve ever dined by myself at a restaurant and it was extremely enjoyable. I had the best beer I’ve ever had; I wish I could remember the name, it is a New York specialty! I enjoyed my yummy Sixteen Spice Chicken Skewers and side of mashed potatoes for dinner, but like RPM Italian the serving size was quite small. Maybe they could have done without that enormous piece of lettuce and taken $1 off of the menu price???

For realz…do they think I’m going to eat the lettuce?

The next day Susannah Collins picked me up at The Chelsea Inn and we headed to NYC’s The Party Loft for the Mommy Blogger Event – the petiteBox launch party. Special post on that next!

After the event Sooz took me to lunch which I talk about in #1 Deep Thoughts. We had a great lunch, some great deep thoughts and many laughs. And many glasses of wine.

I completely forgot about Dash New York in SoHo, and Sooz and I decided we had to go check it out! I had shown her my picture with Kim K. at Madame Tussaud’s, which is what got us talking about Dash. OMG, yes, we have to go check out Dash.

We walked (yes, more walking, which was good after that lunch and wine) to SoHo to check it out, and it is with a heavy heart that I tell you I give Dash an F. Yes, a big F for fail! We were both extremely disappointed with the Dash store. It is nothing special. It is basically a room with a bunch of racks and it kind of reminded me of goodwill. After watching Kourtney and Kim Take New York I was very disappointed to find that this is their finished product.

Sooz and I both agreed it was blah. The clothes sucked, too, and were very expensive for how ugly they were! The Kardashian Kollection at Sears is way better than the way overpriced clothing they have for sale at Dash. Maybe other Dash locations are better, but not NYC!

After Dash Sooz and I walked around SoHo a bit longer, got stuck in a major downpour and then Sooz helped me catch a cab (actually got the cab FOR me, after we were rudely insulted by a gay guy—I guess he didn’t read My Office Crush is Gay) back to LaGuardia where I was lucky enough to sit for FOUR hours waiting for my flight. AND the food at LaGuardia SUCKS!

All in all though it was a perfect trip! And I DID IT! I had the best time, and can’t wait to go back to New York again for more adventures…like the Statue of Liberty, the 9-11 Memorial, the Empire State Building, a Sex and the City tour (um…totally didn’t know they have that!), one night at a killer nightclub dancing on the bar, Times Scare and maybe the ferry over to Staten Island to check out the good ‘ol Mob Wives….

Who’s in?!?

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Fashion Mishaps Lead to Growth … and Embarrassment

28 Apr

I’ve always thought of myself as a very fashionable person.

It started in high school when I brought back bell bottom jeans for a short time in 10th grade.

Then during my college years my sorority sisters got me into the “sorority girl” uniform of Express’s black pants and sexy tanks to go clubbing in.

Then I entered the work force, and hit some missteps along the way.

Once, at 22 I tried to go to work in a shiny gold Express spaghetti tank (from my sorority days) and my supervisor asked me if I came to work straight from the bar.  Umm…sorry you’re like 50 and have no fashion sense at all, I thought.  [Eye roll]

Then I bought this fab plaid skirt at the Guess store.  I couldn’t afford the matching plaid jacket so I opted for a cute white button down.  I remember going into the office feeling like a hot preppy.  My boss asked me if I was going to an afternoon tennis match.  I think it was the flip-flops.

I went to an interview once in open-toe shoes when I was 23.  Do people really judge you based on the shoes you’re wearing?  Especially when they totes matched my lucky business suit (I still own it and wear it, and it is still lucky!) perfectly and it was a 95 degree day?  I didn’t get that job.  In fact, the interviewer gave me a tip.  “Don’t ever wear open toe shoes to a job interview.”

All lessons learned along the way….

Once I hit 30 I thought I had it all figured out.  But, I’ve still hit some stumbling blocks here and there.  I remember when I wrote the post Fashion Conscious.  Wow, that sparked some negativity during a time when I thought I was OK, but I wasn’t.  It was a very dark time in my life when I was trying to pretend like I had it all pulled together, but for realz I was about to lose it at any given moment.  And then I actually did lose it.

I remember reading a gal’s comment on Fashion Conscious and thinking:  ‘Wow, I’ve really been so off base about myself for soo long.’  Like I thought I looked good, and I thought I dressed well, and I thought that was me, that was like a part of my identity, but like Cher Horowitz finally said: “I was just totally clueless!”

Ohmigosh, I soo wanted to be Cher!

As was I.

As I got better though a few things changed:

1. I decided it’s OK to be me.  I like fashion and celebrities and that doesn’t make me a bad person.

2. To each their own.  Some people find their fashions at Kmart (umm…Sofia Vergara has a line there!) and others opt for Von Maur (my FAVE) and others opt for Bergdorf Goodman.  Fashion is your own art form, and if you put it together well and wear it with confidence you’ll be fashionable.

I haven't been to Kmart in like 20 years but these don't look bad???

3. It’s OK to laugh at yourself.  We’ve all worn that outfit that we thought we looked sooo good in.  And then we look back on it and think what was I thinking?  We burn all the pictures and ask our friends how they ever EVER let us go out dressed like that.

4. I don’t have all the fashion answers, and I need to stop pretending like I do.  Does anyone?  Isn’t it all relative?  I wonder about trends and brands like anyone else.  Case in point, I just had a debate with friends today about Victoria’s Secret’s ‘Pink’ collection.  When are we just too old to sport ‘Pink’?

After my Cher Horowitz “totally clueless” moment I stumbled on a great website that I love:  Thirty-Something Fashion.  I was religiously reading this website, and now I sadly only check back from time to time since I work full time and am writing more.

But, the gal who writes this website, Carly, is so beautiful on the inside and on the outside.  I remember reading her blog and thinking, ohmigosh, this girl totes has money because she’s wearing all these fab designers … and I think I’m cool wearing Juicy Couture.  Omg, I’m sooo lame.

But now, I revert back to #1.  IT’S OK TO BE ME!  And it’s OK for you to be YOU.

In saying that I do love Carly’s fashion and would love her entire wardrobe.  Maybe when my book sells I can hire Carly as my stylist and walk the red carpet to the premiere of my made-for-TV movie. :D  ”Dare to dream, Ms. Woods, dare to dream.”

I was also obsessed with Elle Woods - Tiffany's and pink! OMG!

Side note:  I had a conversation with a friend recently.  He asked me who would play the main characters in my TV movie.  I said Rob Lowe would play the antagonist (King Douche Bag), and Jennifer Love Hewett would play me.

Now Jennifer Love is super annoyinggggg, but,,,I started to think about it, and I can be a bit annoying myself and I’m a bit of a spaz so it does make sense!  He thought Rachel Bilson.  Hmm…

Yeah...cuz that's what I look like!

So, anyways, I don’t know if I dress well or not…and I don’t care.  Because I’ll just be me.  I love Juicy Couture.  I love leopard print (my bitchy sorority sister once said “Animals belong in the forest not your wardrobe.”  Whatevs…).  I love good deals at Old Navy.  I love thrift shop finds at my fave neighborhood shop.  I still love Express work pants – they’re the best out there!  I love splurging when I can, and I hit up Forever 21 [omg, am I too old for that place?] for cheap trendy pieces.

But the great thing is I’m finally in a place where fashion to ME is about being yourself.  It’s about loving yourself and it’s about being comfortable in your own skin.

LMAO...I remember modeling this outfit in a Chili's. Yes, a Chili's after like 3 glasses of wine thinking I looked sooo good! OMG, how embarrassing! Hahahahahaha

Now what is fashion to you?

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Jlee’s Review – petiteBox

20 Apr

If you’re like me then your friends have become baby breeding machines.  Four years ago all my friends were getting married, and then two years ago everyone was pregnant, and now everyone is having their second and third babies!

Don’t worry though – not me.  One and done – remember Babies on the Brain?  I’m sticking to that.  For now at least….so you don’t have to worry about reading crabby pregnant chick blog posts from me.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t love babies, and I don’t love baby showers and baby gifts.  Well, I don’t lovvveee baby showers, but I do love to shower my friends with gifts.

With Baby #1 I always say stick to the registry.  Babies require lots of “stuff” – long gone are the days of grabbing your purse and keys and running out the door.  Now leaving the house is a strategically planned operation.

Now I must have my Juicy Couture diaper bag filled to the brim with diapers, wipes, a bottle, a sippy cup, socks, an extra jacket, toys, crayons…and omg, I am so that mom that always forgets something.  Seriously, I’m the mom whose kid went poop and I forgot the wipes.  Luckily I’m a Warrior so I always manage to pull through.

But back to baby gifts…so what happens when you are shopping for a baby shower the day before the shower and like the entire registry is bought up?  Or when there is no registry for mom friends expecting baby two or three?

Sure I can grab a gift card or some diapers but that’s kind of boring and impersonal.  I could make a fleece blanket – you know the one with the knots; that’s about as crafty as I get – but I honestly don’t have the time I used to have anymore with being a full time working mommy and blogger-extraordinaire.  I can barely squeeze in much needed counseling sessions and hot yoga.

So what’s a busy mom to do?  What if I don’t want a same-old same-old gift?  What if I’m not a creative crafty person who can crochet bonnets and mittens?

I totes have your answer!

petiteBox is THE perfect gift for new moms, moms expecting babies 2, 3, or 4 or even a special gift for yourself when you find out you are expecting.

I was recently introduced to this FAB new company, and I love not only the product but also the company’s vision as well.  petiteBox is a new high-end mom and baby subscription service from the founders of GlossyBox (a hugely successful European beauty box brand) and is now launching in the U.S.! (And FYI, GlossyBox is launching soon in the U.S., too, and I totes want in on that!!)

petiteBox says it best (from the petiteBox website):

Not sure which baby products are the best for your precious little one? petiteBox is an exclusive baby box service that sends the latest baby product samples from top brands and wellness products just for Mom straight to your door. Each month you’ll receive a new baby box full of baby necessities such as baby lotion, baby clothes, baby food, calming oils and more. The contents of the baby boxes change each month, but only the best baby products are always included. You will never get the same thing twice.

It’s a great way to make sure your newborn has only the best baby products and save money at the same time. Experts carefully select each baby item and petiteBox subscribers also receive free baby care advice. Giving expectant mothers petiteBox subscriptions is a great alternative to baby gift baskets. Mothers enjoy the surprise and utility of receiving a baby box every month. Each petiteBox delivery is like getting an extra treat you weren’t expecting—and more.

I have to disclose that I was sent a petiteBox so that I can introduce all my readers to this new company!  So exciting, I know!  In saying that I accepted this gift please know that all opinions are my own. :)

I am also super excited to share that I was invited to petiteBox’s launch party in NYC, and I am planning to attend the exclusive Mommy Blogger event.  I’m soo thrilled that I can be a part of petiteBox’s launch into the U.S.

petiteBox is differentiating itself from other subscription services by focusing as much on pampering us mommies as it is on nurturing babies.  The company’s emphasis will also be on discovering new products as subscribers will enjoy sneak peeks and exclusive access to the most luxurious and soon-to-be coveted products in the market.

petiteBox consists of a team of moms and experts who are ‘on call’ to support you, and as a new(er) mom I found my transition to mommyhood to be stressful, exhausting and overwhelming among all the other emotions I was feeling.  I’ve had a very public battle with Post Partum Depression (I am since recovered), and I find it soo important for new moms to feel loved and supported.

This is a great company who is all about finding the best for you and your baby – you’ll get lots of tips and tricks to navigate motherhood from midwives and medical experts as well as stylists and beauty experts to keep you feeling the best you possibly can.  Given its beauty background through GlossyBox, petiteBox will apply their expertise to provide moms with the best products to enhance their natural maternal glow, plus pampering at a time when it’s needed most!

I encourage you all to visit http://www.petitebox.us/ and ‘like’ their Facebook page.  You’ll be one of the first to discover this new and high-end service.  And dad’s, this is for you, too!  Here is your chance to shock your wives by surprising them with their own petiteBox subscription.  She can thank you every month for a whole year!  You can also sign up for the petiteBox online newsletter to be placed in a drawing to win a petiteBox.

I’d like to give a big thank you to petiteBox for my wonderful gift – some of which I will pass on to a new mommy friend and some of which the Chiquita has already dug into – she loves the sippy cup! :D

Ohmigosh, isn't this gorge???!!!

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King Douche Bag

12 Apr

What do you do when you’re in that moment that you’ve fantasized about over and over?  You’ve seen it in your dreams.  You’ve planned out every single second of the encounter.  You know exactly what you would say to them, and exactly how you would say it, and exactly how you would storm off while they stood there looking like a fool.  You know every detail, how their mouth is dropped open while they stare at you with a shocked expression, and what you are wearing and how you’re having like a really good hair day.

And then it happens.

It actually happens.

The moment you’ve spent so much time thinking about, but never actually thinking it’s going to happen.

It’s a moment that I’ve had nightmares about.  It’s a moment that I’ve worried about.

And it happened to me on Saturday.

Saturday morning after taking the Chiquita egg-hunting at Dominick’s Food Store at 7:30 am the fam and I decided to head to Starbuck’s for coffee.  It was me, Hubs and Chiquita, of course, and then my mom, aunt, uncle and cousin.  Yes, we were that family that all went to watch Chiquita Easter egg hunt and took pics the whole time.

Not to mention I had Chiquita all dolled up in her Juicy Couture (of course!) and my mom later told me, “We looked like high society at the egg hunt” like she was embarrassed or something, which is hilarious because she totes loves the Juicy bag I bought her for Christmas and uses it every day, so like, whatevs Mom, whatevs.  And can I help it that the Chiquita is a well-dressed tot?

Juicy Couture Baby

So we’re sitting in Starbuck’s when IT happens.

He walks in.

King Douche Bag.  He’s not even a Douche Lord, he’s the mother-fucking King.

He walks in wearing designer jeans, a black hoodie with a skeleton on the back and construction work boots.  His hair is short and brown.  He’s tan and has a scowl on his face as he walks through the door.

He looks exactly the same as I remember him but maybe a little thinner than the last time I had seen him.  He walks the same way though, like the arrogant narcissist that he is, with his chest puffed up and his muscles tight.  He’s a 40-year-old who walks like a 20-year-old frat guy ready to start a fight over the last Mad Dog in the refrigerator.

The last time I saw the King was my last day of employment as his office manager personal slave in 2007.  I walked out of his office with my head held high.  I knew that my decision was saving my life.

Needless to say, the King was not happy about my departure.  Yet as he handed back to me my letter of resignation he spit into the mud we stood on and said, “Well, that’s OK, I was going to fire you anyways.”

Unbelievable, I thought, as I had prayed that he would tear up my resignation letter and terminate me immediately.  Anything to get away from that man, that stress, that nightmare….

Two weeks later I remember putting my key and my pink hard hat on the table and turning to look at the office I was leaving for the very last time.  That office was full of so many memories….full of fear and hatred, full of laughs and cries…

I walked away from a life that benefited me financially but was killing me inside.

For months following my twisted and psychotic employment I had nightmares and anxiety.  I imagined the moment of running into the King soooo many times.

Sometimes I would punch him in the face.  I would knock him out cold and his 6 foot 200 pound body would crash to the floor.  Like a cartoon he would have stars circling the top of his head.

Sometimes I would yell at him.  My screams would come out in fluent Italian, and he’d stare at me with a bewildered look of shock and hurt.  The words they escaped my lips would come out like harsh but riddled poetry with hatred spilling from the depths of my soul.

Sometimes I would stop dead in my tracks at stare at him.  Too afraid to speak.  Too afraid to move for fear that I might actually kill him.  I’d envision cops being called and spending a night or a lifetime in prison.

Io non sono male, sto appena disegnato in questo modo

But when I saw him in actual reality on Saturday morning at my suburban Starbuck’s I did none of the above.

In reality I panicked.  I froze.

What do I do?  Do I say something?  Do I say nothing?

I simply sat there in awe over the King who stole so much from me and yet I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

And here he is right in front of me.  I just sat there.  I was shaking.

Minutes later he walked by with his coffee in hand and a smug expression on his face as he walked out the door.  It was like we were two strangers.

Have I changed that much?  Have I become a complete wimp?  Or is it that I realize he’s not worth the air from my lungs?  Is it that I’m trying to provide my daughter with a good example?  Is it that I’m actually afraid to confront the evil King?

Maybe it’s that for the first time in my adult life I know what I have.  I’m surrounded by people that I love and people that love me.  Yeah, he stole money from me and that sucks but I realize he actually gave me the greatest gifts of all.

#1 – King Douche Bag taught me about the kind of person that I don’t want to be.

And #2 – King Douche Bag is the perfect antagonist for my nearly finished book, Concrete Boots.

Come on now, you didn’t think I was going to let him off scot free now, did you? :)

So maybe I sat there and didn’t speak a word, yet sometimes silence speaks volumes.  There he was bitter and alone while I sat there with my family surrounded by happiness and love.

It was also the fire that I needed burning inside me to get me to finish editing this book that has been sitting on my desk finished for over a year.

Thank you, King Douche Bag, for giving me so much material.  Thank you for giving me a best seller.

And my promise to you Readers is that I will give you an excerpt by the end of the month! :D

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Top 25 Funny Moms

13 Mar

So I should have posted this on Sunday because I’m missing valuable votes here.  It’s not like I’m going to win, but I mean, I should at least give it my best effort.  I’m not above asking for your support, and by support I mean votes.

Yes, Jlee’s Blog is in competition on CircleofMoms.com’s Top 25 Funny Mom Blogs.  I’m not saying I’m so funny or anything, but the opportunity arose, and I decided to go for it.  I’m not really sure what I’m doing here with this blog.  I should be spending my time editing my book so I can actually get this thing off the ground and published, but I have this dream that my blog will sell my book for me.

What does that mean?  That means I need your help!  I need you to share my blog.  Share it on Twitter, FB or just tell your friends the old fashioned way… “So I’ve been reading this really hilarious blog written by this crazy girl who loves Juicy Couture, wine and 22 year old boys (not really, but sort of, future post on that later) and she wrote this book about her former employer who is crazy…like mental institution crazy who tortured her, sort of like The Devil Wears Prada, but way funnier and with way more swears and with sex and stuff …. Anyways check it out!” (See, I even did the hard work for you.)

That’s what I need you to do.  That’s your homework.

That and if you’re a mom (sorry, moms only…I’m not discriminating.  I’ll take votes from moms, dads and chimpanzees, but the website says moms only, they suck) sign up on CircleofMoms.com and vote for Jlee’s Blog.  I’ll even make it easy for you…I’m number 96.

I know I don’t have a shot in hell at winning this thing, but whatev….it’s all in good fun!

Happy Tuesday everyone and lots of posts coming up…my creative juices have been flowing!

Oh and to vote – Click here or there is a button on the side of the blog. You can vote every single day until March 21st!

Please vote for Jlee’s Blog!!

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Get to Know

9 Feb

Even though my “Bad Mom” posts have taken some time to get rolling I am getting positive feedback on the idea. I like the idea of adding other people’s voices to my blog because just hearing from me may get a little bit boring. I mean I know I’m pretty awesome, but after a while talking about my wine and Juicy Couture might get old. ;)

Last week I randomly came up with the idea to start a section called: Get to Know which would feature interesting people doing fun and exciting things with their lives. We all need inspiration from time to time, and I thought, what a great way to help those people out there trying to DO something…those people not spending 24/7 on Facebook (my most hated addiction).

So here you have it. I came up with this and approached a friend about being my first post, not knowing how she would take it. Would she think this is stupid and a waste of her time? After all, she’s big time now and this is just a silly blog full of bitch sessions on etiquette! I figured it was worth a shot. If she said no I told her I wouldn’t be mad, and I really wouldn’t have been.

But she responded and said YES! She loved the idea and would be honored to be my first post in the Get to Know section. Yayy!! :D

I don’t know if I love the name “Get to Know” so if you have a better idea shoot me a comment or an email at jlee5879@live.com. And if you have an idea for someone you’d like to be featured in the “Get to Know” section please pretty please let me know. I know a lot of rad people, but I want these to be exceptional peeps!

And check back to see who will be featured as #1: Get to Know!

Being featured in Jlee's "Get to Know" section is totes awesome...

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3, 2, 1…Too Many Mozzaballs

8 Jan

I’ve always been an eater.  I eat like a good Italian girl should.  Pizza, pasta, cheeses, vino, … the list goes on.  Unfortunately, eating [like crap] makes it difficult to keep a decent figure once you’re 30+ even if you work-out.  And a decent figure will satisfy me, I guess, but I read wayyy too many gossip magazines, and I wanna look like Jessica Alba,,,,or my current celeb crush Mila Kunis! 

You don’t get this bod eating carbs! Photo courtesy of http://www.usmagazine.com

What I don’t want to be is a frumpy 30-something mom – which speaking of 30-something, this a total side note – but I discovered this amazeballs blog (oh double side note,,,,um… ‘amazeballs’ apparently is on the list of words to be banished in 2012, wtf, I just started using this word?!?). 

Sorry,,,back to the amazeballs blog.  I randomly discovered this blog Thirty-Something Fashion and LOVE it!  So check it out if you have a chance!  Carly is one hot mom! ;)

So, anyways, normally I try to eat fairly healthy by eating five small meals throughout the day and drinking lots of water, but I do drink my wine and occasionally splurge in moderation.  That said, over the holidays I went a bit overboard. 

For one, the months of October, November and December were soo busy I rarely made it to the gym.  Excuses, excuses, I know.  For two, what with it being the holidays and all I let myself splurge a little more than usual with the ‘ole “new year, new me” saying going through my head every time I picked up a cookie (or 12) to eat.

Coming up on NYE, and Hubs and I are deciding whether to go out for the evening.  We’re kicking around some options and keep going back to hanging out at home with the Chiquita and ordering pizza.  This sounds like a solid NYE to me, honestly, my Juicy Couture jammies, some red wine, good ‘ole Dan’s Pizza and the two most important people in my life.

BUT, after lots of hem and hawing we decide to go out.  We decide on this nearby bar for $50/person all-you-can drink from 7-midnight plus a pizza buffet.  I bought these amazeballs (lol, sorry I had to) sequin pants and couldn’t wait to get done up for a fun night out.

Sequin pants from Forever 21

We get to the bar at 7 on the dot, we’re not going to waste a second of free booze and free pizza, and we find out that the pizza buffet doesn’t start until 10:30 pm.  Thank goodness I ate a banana at 6:30 pm or I would have been starving.  I was already hungry.

I ordered a glass of cabernet; Hubs ordered a vodka.  I knew I had to keep my drinking under control – we didn’t want another “JUST STOP TALKING” moment – so I was sipping rather than chugging.  Not that I chug wine, but believe me, I can toss back a glass to get a buzz on. :)

I was actually pretty hungry and our friends were, too.  They decided to order some apps.  I asked the hubs if he wanted to order.

“No,” he said, “We paid $50/person for a pizza buffet so we’re going to eat pizza!”

LOL, I make us sound sooo cheap!

Our friends order calamari and shrimp and lots of yummy items.  My stomach is growling, and I’m trying to drink my cab.  I’m having one of those nights where the drinks just aren’t flowing for me, but I do have a buzz. 

At 10:30 my girl whispers to me that the pizza buffet is ready upstairs.  We go up to this small room with a few tables which are already occupied by other drunken party goers.  There is a long banquet table full of pizzas – cheese, sausage, pepperoni, and veggie. 

Hubs fills his plate full of pizza and says, “I’m going to take this downstairs and see if the others want any pizza,” as I grab a couple pieces of cheese.

I don’t really want to go downstairs and eat in the middle of the party, I think, as I grab a mozzarella ball at the end of the buffet line.  I dip the mozzarella ball into marinara sauce and pop it in my mouth.  Mmmm, that’s amazeballs, I think. :)

“Well, I’m going to go downstairs,” Hubs says again.

I nod, as I’ve already stuck mozzaball #2 into my mouth.  “OK, go ahead; I’m going to stay up here.”

“What do you mean you’re going to stay here?”  He asks.

I take a bite of mozzaball #3 and say, “Yeah, I’m going to eat up here.  I don’t want to eat in front of everyone.”

At the end of the buffet table is a TV plus a small unoccupied table with no chairs.  The room is full of loud drunks all chowing down on pizza.  I prop my rear against the table, and I’m in the perfect position directly across from the TV and the mozzarella balls.  There is a HUGE tray of them. 

Hubs looks at me with a perplexed look on his face.  “You’re really going to stay up here all by yourself?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod, as I pop #4 into my mouth.

Hubs goes downstairs, and I finally feel free.  I put about 10 on my plate, but for some reason continue to take them directly out of the tray.  Who cares about these other drunks, I think, I’m not even drunk anyways, just slightly buzzed and frickin’ starving.  Booty still perched on the table I pop #5, 6, and 7 into my mouth.

After #s 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 20…I finally go downstairs.  Looking back I wonder if those other party goers were watching the girl in the sequin pants stuffing mozzaballs into her mouth.

I get my 3rd glass of cab and sit by Hubs.  He’s finishing up his pizza and still has two mozzaballs on his plate.  “Are you going to eat those?”

“Didn’t you eat enough?” He asks.

I smile and stuff them in.  It reminded me of the movie Elf when Will Farrell was popping cotton balls and stuffing spaghetti in his mouth.

Nom Nom Nom!

About a half hour later my tummy is not feeling so good.  In fact I can’t even bring myself to get back on the dance floor; I’m literally stuffed, and pretty sure that mozzarella is expanding in my size 2 sequin pants.  In fact, I can’t even get up off my chair or finish my glass of cab.

My friend comes up to me, “You’re being lame!”

“Dude, I just ate 22 mozzarella balls.  I feel sick.”

“What?  You ate how many mozzarella balls?”

“I seriously ate, like, 22 mozzarella balls.  Mozzarella is expanding in my stomach,” I say, as I push out my stomach at her.

She grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd.  “You just need to take a crap.”

We escape to the bathroom, and I tell her, “No, I don’t have to take a crap, I’m seriously about to birth a mozzarella ball.  I feel f*cking sick!”

I wash my hands and remind her, “G,,,I ate like 22 mozzarella balls!  Seriously.” (Now, there’s another word that needs to be banned.)

The girl at the sink next to me looks over and says, “Ohmigosh, those mozzarella balls were amazing!” (Another word for banishment.)

I go, “I know.  I just ate like 22.”

“Don’t worry, I ate like 15,” She says and walks out.

I look at G.  “I’m not joking, I seriously ate like 22.”

G telling me to liven up in the bathroom

We go back out to the party, and I look at the clock.  It’s 11:30 pm.  I seriously wonder if I’m going to make it to midnight I feel that sick.

G is talking to some other peeps, and I look at Hubs and say, “I honestly don’t know if I can make it to midnight.  I seriously feel so sick.  I ate 22 mozzarella balls, you know.”

“I know,” he says, “You’ve told me.  100 times.  Let’s just make it to midnight and then we’ll go.”

“OK,” I say, rubbing my tummy.  “But, at 12:01 am we’re out the door.  I’m about to birth a mozzarella ball.”

I barely managed to choke down my 3rd glass of cab and am desperately waiting for midnight to arrive.  At 5 to midnight they are passing out glasses of champagne.  I take a glass thinking I’m magically going to feel better when the clock strikes 12.

We count down 10, 9, 8…this literally feels like forever.  Finally 3, 2,… “Happy New Year!”

Hubs and I kiss.  Everyone around us is shouting, kissing and toasting.  Balloons are falling.  Noise makers are ringing.  I have no idea where our friends are.  I look at Hubs and say, “Grab your coat, let’s go!”

We make our escape through the door at 12:02 am.  By 12:10 am we are at home.  I’m sitting in my living room knowing that something inside me is not right.

Hubs goes out to smoke a cigar.  “I’ll be back, baby,” he says as he pats my head.

And then it happens.  12:15 am.  I jump up.  I run to the bathroom, sequin pants still on.  And I vomit.  Yes, I vomit up 3 glasses of cabernet and 22 mozzarella balls.

Happy New Year! Don’t you wish you were my friend?!? 

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My Office Crush is Gay.

19 Dec

I’ve mentioned before that I work in a fish bowl.  What I mean, is I work in a building in which the inside looks like a strip mall – the whole front of my office is a glass window.  We all sort of “know” each other just from seeing the same people walking down the hall day in and day out.  People walk by and wave and smile at me all day.  Some ladies walk by and scowl at me as well.  I like to think that’s just because they are jealous of my good looks and charming personality.

Anyways, as much as I do enjoy working despite missing the Chiquita, there are days that are lonnng and boring.  Days in which I stare at the clock waiting for 4:30.  To get through these days I had to do something. 

I developed an office crush. 

I used to have a crush on the UPS man, but then he invited me over to his house for beers, and I sort of thought, hmm, this is not going in the right direction.  So, now I just smile at him and talk to him about the Cubs (he’s a diehard Sox fan) and he usually tells me how much he likes my boots, my outfit, etc. But, as for the office crush that is now over.  Guess he should have played hard to get.

Then I was crush-less for a while.  Like for a long while.

Let me take a moment to explain the office crush.  Or at least my office crush.  Yes, I’m married.  I’m not looking to hook up with my office crush, but rather I just like to watch them walk by (is that creepy?) and smile and wave and maybe flirt a little, I’m really good at batting the eyelashes, but other than that NOTHING.  Let me be clear.  I’m not looking to bag my office crush.

So I was sad and crush-less for a while.  Makes work veryyyy boring.  And, then…I saw him.  No, it didn’t quite go down like that; it wasn’t crush-at-first-sight. 

Down the hall from me is a graphic design company.  All the people who work there seem very cool and urban, like not your typical office employees.  One of the guys, my new crush, is this kind of skinny hipster guy.  He has blonde spiky hair and wears tight black skinny jeans (emo pants??) with black lace-up boots.  Some days he wears a hat, some days he wears hoodies, but all days he has an aura of “cool” about him. 

Today he is wearing his black skinny jeans and a red tee with a scarf; his keys dangling from his hip.  He snaps his fingers as he strolls by.

He’s totally not my type. 

I don’t go for the rocker, urban, cool kinds of guys.  I’m not really sure what my type is.  Oh wait, my type is my husband, of course, in case he’s reading this. :) 

And then one day over the summer I left work early to go to the bank for my boss.  I was shocked when I saw him.  I mean, I was taking a different route than I normally do.  I was sitting at a red light waiting for the green arrow.  This guy rounds the corner on a motorcycle.  I did a double take.  HOLY CRAP.  That was skinny jeans guy!  And on a Harley!!

Suddenly his hotness factor went from like a 5 to a 9.  I’m pretty sure I started to perspire. 

I went to work the next day and told my boss that skinny jeans guy has a Harley.  Even my boss thought he was suddenly kind of bad ass.  A couple days after that skinny jeans guy was talking to someone outside my office.  I overheard him say (no, I wasn’t eavesdropping!) that he was “playing a show” that night. 

I started to imagine myself as a groupie.  What would I wear to skinny jeans guy’s show tonight, you know if I was single?  I decided on my short leather skirt, black boots…but wait, I’m not the groupie type!  And then I remembered.  I’m a 32-year-old married office manager with a baby.  Well, that’s okay, either way, my new crush was formed!  Skinny jeans guy is one cool mutha-fucka and yayy now I have someone to crush on again!

At first skinny jeans guy seemed totes into me; like he would walk by and smile and give me the peace sign.  Yeah, he’s wayyy too cool to wave.  I was like; ohmigosh, I have to be careful here.  I don’t need another UPS incident; I’d like to keep my office crush this time.  I mean, I can’t help it that I’m so cute and likeable.

I mean, I was pretty sure skinny jeans guy would be asking me to come see a show.  Like any day now.  And then suddenly skinny jeans guy no longer seemed into me.  He would walk by my office uber cool with his spiky hair and his tight emo pants and he didn’t wave at me anymore, and then he didn’t even look at me anymore!

Wtf is happening?

I mean, I tried not to take it personally.  I’m sure I’m not skinny jeans guy’s type anyways, as I would imagine he goes for beer swigging hipster-type girls, like Avril Lavigne, who have color streaked hair and shop at The Alley.  I’m sure wine-guzzling, Juicy Couture wearing, Giuliana BFF wannabes are sooo not his type.

Still, even though I’m married, my ego was a bit bruised.  I told my boss, “Skinny jeans guy doesn’t wave at me anymore.”

He goes, “You reeked of desperation,” and then burst out laughing.  I think he was joking.

Then, on Friday, my ego was saved.

Friday afternoon I went on a walkabout to drop some checks in the mailbox.  As I walked down the hall I do what everyone else does, and I look in the windows to see what everyone is doing.  Attorney lady is typing frantically on the computer, Insurance lady is on the phone talking away, the Narcissist is back in his office talking to a pretty blonde woman….and then I spot it.

Normally the graphics company keeps their shades drawn so you can only see into their office through the two front doors, unlike my company which is just wide open so people can see me pick my teeth and blow my nose.  But as I walked by that day I noticed that the shades were wide open.  And in the window is a picture of skinny jeans guy.  With another dude.  Omg, it’s SKINNY JEANS GUY WITH HIS HANDS ON THE SHOULDERS OF ANOTHER DUDE!!!!!!!

I like did a complete double take.  Wtf is this?!?  Are they gay?  And not that there’s anything wrong with that….I just about fell over in shock in front of their office.  I tried to get it together and play cool, but my whole walk back to the office I kept repeating to myself, “Is skinny jeans guy gay?”

And then the puzzle pieces started to come together.  His man friend recently started to work there.  Oh yeah, he started working there right around the time that skinny jeans guy stopped waving at me… 

And now I see new dude and skinny jeans guy driving to work together every morning…I mean, I just thought new dude was a nice guy driving skinny jeans guy to work because he like, has a Harley and all, and it’s too cold out to drive now?

And skinny jeans guy does wear really tight pants.

I mean, I suppose he could be gay.  Maybe an Adam Levine type???  

“You will never believe this!”  I shout as I walk inside my office doors.

My boss looked up from his desk and my co-worker peeked her head around the corner.

“I think skinny jeans guy is gay!” I shout.

“Oh yeah, I could have told you that.  I mean, it makes sense…” My boss says.

What?!?  Why didn’t you tell me this?

“You have to go down there and look at the picture!”  I shout.  “Someone has to go down there.  Am I crazy?  It looks like an engagement picture!”

My co-worker walks down to view the alleged engagement photo.  She says, “Is it possible they are just posing that way?”

I say to my boss, “You have to go look!”

“Why do I have to go look?” He asks.

“You just do.  I just need to know.  I need a dude’s opinion.  Please go.”

“Will you stop talking about it if I go look at the picture?”

“Yes,” I promised.

He gets up and heads down the hall.  I am back sitting at my desk anxiously waiting for the verdict.  As he walks down the hall he looks at me through the windows and smiles.  He has a huge grin on his face.

He walks in the door, looks at me, and starts cracking up.  He shrugs and says, “He’s gay.”

Disbelief sweeps across my face.  Immediately I think of the scene from Clueless:

Murray: Your man Christian is a cake boy!

Cher, Dionne: A what?

Murray: He’s a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy, know what I’m saying?

Cher: Uh-uh, no way, not even!

Murray: Yes, even; he’s gay!

Dionne: He does like to shop, Cher. And the boy can dress.

If it happened to Cher, I guess it can happen to the best of us. :)

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“Like” Little Pea’s on Facebook Damnit!

2 Dec

I’ve never blogged a recommendation for a specific business or company before.  Usually I just b*tch about something or tell a dumb story about my Juicy Couture bag or Dunkin B*tch at Dunkin Donuts (yes, she still works there!).  To be quite honest I am stumped here.  I’m not sure how to do this effectively.

I tried to Google “how to write a blog about someone else’s business” with no such luck.  I mean articles on the topic exist, but they were useless for my purposes.

What I’m struggling with here is how do I successfully tell you my opinion on someone else’s product or business and talk you into liking it yourself?  Do you even care?  Will I sound sincere?  Will you think I’m being paid off?  Am I forcing an unwanted opinion down your throat?

Kami made this for My Chiquita for her 1 Year Birthday! Adorable!

Here’s the thing,,,,I have an “Advertise” button on my page allowing people to contact me about advertising their products on my blog.  I guess I never really thought about what that meant?  I just thought it looked professional and sounded really cool. Yeah, advertise your wine and vodka on my blog.  Sweet!  Do I get a sample?  OK, that’s being insincere now.

Wow, I really need to get to the point.  What I am doing here is introducing a new business to you!  I am very very excited to announce the launch of:

LITTLE PEA’S BOWTIQUE 

Little Lacie wearing her mama's bow and a onesie that says "The Bigger the Bow the Better the Mama"


Yayy!  This fun and creative business was started by my cousin Kami Terry.  Because I am sooo proud of her for making this leap and having faith in herself I offered to write a blog about her new business.  Yes, I offered.  She did not ask me to write this.  And honestly, she will probably be horrified by how much of a mess this is turning out to be!  Kami…please know that I have anxiety about this right now!

I always have these grande ideas of doing something totally fab for someone else.  I mean totes fab. :)  And then I actually get into it, and I’m like, Hmm, what am I supposed to do????  I actually did this just today with my UFO donation of a Christmas gift for the troops.  Well, now I’m getting sidetracked.  But, what I did really quick was I organized this drive at my office to bring in items to send overseas.  I got everything together and just had to drop it off.  I kept saying, Oh…I’ll drop it off tomorrow.  Tomorrow.  Tomorrow.

Yesterday I finally said, shoot, when do I need to turn this in by?  Um…today.  From 9 am – 5 pm which is very inconveniently during my working hours so I had to beg my mom to drop it off for me.  Oops.  And she has the Chiquita today.  I’m sure she’s loving hating me right now.

Anyways, back to Kami and her fab business….Little Pea’s Bowtique.  Here is an interview I was lucky to get with the business owner herself:

Why did you choose the name Little Pea’s Bowtique?

I chose Little Pea’s Bowtique because Lacie’s [daugher] nickname is “Pea.” Has been since I first found out I was pregnant. And the “Bowtique” because I make fun and crazy bows!

What gave you the idea to start this creative business?

Seeing all the creations got me excited. I started thinking maybe I could make some money by making these items. And it’s fun!

A flower complete with a feather!

How do you get ideas to make the items that you make?

My mom and I brainstorming. I see different bows in the store, and try to duplicate them and make them cuter!

Is it time consuming to make these items? How do you do it while working [another job] and being a mommy?

Yes, it is very time consuming. I get all my work done at night when Lacie is sleeping, or if she isn’t sleeping yet – and if I’m with my parents – they watch her! HUGE help!

Do you put lots of bows on your daughter, Lacie? What kind of feedback have you gotten?

Always! People find it odd if she doesn’t have a bow on! I’ve gotten really good feedback, that people love them, and how adorable she/they are!

What are your future goals/hopes/dreams for Little Pea’s Bowtique?

Beautiful Bow from Little Pea's Bowtique

I am hoping that one day that it can be so successful that I can be a stay at home mommy. I know, big wish. I don’t want to work a 40-45 hour a week job, I’m missing out on too much! Also, I would like to be more custom. I will have things on hand that people can buy. As of right now, I am making a swatch book – so people can make their own creations! And then it will be more special for the loved one or special individual it’s going to.

Do you have a website and/or contact info I can give for people to contact you if they are interested in purchasing?

YES! You can email me at Kamiterry89@aol.com. I can also be reached by phone at 630.301.2238.

My Facebook page is: Little Pea’s Bowtique Please ‘Like’ Me!

There is also pictures on the website of some of the items I offer. Remember everything is custom made, so I can do anything you like!

Little Pea's Bowtique's flowers can also be added to many items for some extra fun! Shown here a flower on a purse from "Bling It On" by Nicole Herra.

Thank you blog friends for taking the time to read about my cousin Kami’s new business Little Pea’s Bowtique.  Hopefully you will check out her Facebook page to see her amazing work!  And thank you Kami for being a special blog post for me.  I love you and am soo proud of you!

P.S. Nicole Herra and “Bling It On” can be found on Facebook as well!

 

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