Review: Bobiam Artistic Streetwear

When Kristin of Only Parent Chronicles asked if I would like to do a review I was initially on the fence, never having done a real review before.

However, the more I learned about Bobiam Artistic Streetwear, the more I was intrigued. All of their designs are designed by kids! I know Bear would love to see one of his monster drawings on a shirt that is sold and worn by other kids! How cool is that? I kind of want to draw something myself…

The other part I love about the company (besides being Minnesota based) is that a portion of their proceeds go back to charity that supports youth art. I am much more inclined to support any company when I know they are putting back the money they earn in to the community that is supporting them. That is a huge plus. And another bonus – they always have free shipping.

I got this great half hoodie, designed by 10 year old Jenna, and I LOVE it. Also, Bear loves it because it’s a dragon, so that makes me a pretty awesome mom. It’s super lightweight, fitted but comfortable. And if I actually followed my new years resolution, I would wear it to the gym.  Instead I wear it to Target.

Bobiam has offered to do great giveaway!

 

Mandatory Entry: Please check out Bobiam’s website and leave a comment with one of your favorite designs for a chance to win a $30 giftcard to Bobiam!

You can also follow Bobiam on Twitter @bobiamstrtwear  and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/BobiamArtisticStreetwear

For Additional Optional Entries: Leave a comment telling me that you followed Bobiam on Twitter and for fun you can follow me too @marta28

This Giveaway closes on Saturday, January 28th (my birthday coincidentally).

 

Opinions and grammatical errors are entirely my own.  However Bobiam was kind enough to provide me with the hoodie for review.

Tags: Giveaway, Review, Streetwear

The Happiest Place on Earth

On Saturday I returned from a week long trip to the happiest place on earth and I’m still dreaming about it every night.

Yes, a week with my inlaws had many moments of awkward family drama, passive aggressiveness, and not nearly enough alcohol. However, it was still one of the best vacations I’ve ever had if not for the sheer delight on my children’s faces every day.

All Aboard

The flight and our hotel, the Beach Club.

Epcot: While there I ate by myself for the first time (in public) to which then a duck joined me and tried to steal the food out of my hand.

Magic Kingdom: I love on the left the before, during and after photos of Splash Mountain. That or Bella’s look of terror at meeting Eeoyre.

Animal Kingdom: My favorite park (and the kids). We saw lots of animals, rode lots of dinosaur rides and got very wet.

Hollywood Studios and Universal Studios: It rained while we were at Hollywood Studios so I didn’t get many photos but Bear rode the Tower of Terror TWO TIMES. The best was when we were discussing a third and he said, “”Here’s the thing. Personally I was not brave I was scared. I was pretending.” It was the funniest thing an almost five year old could say.

Other favorite moment was riding Jurassic Park four times and getting so wet it appeared as though we showered in our clothes. The last time The H and I were the only two in the front row.

It was great and I cannot wait to go back…. with my parents this time.

 

Linked with Memories Captured

Tags: Animal Kingdom, DisneyWorld, Epcot, Hollywood Studios, Magic Kingdom, Photography, splash mountain, tower of terror, Universal Studios, Vacation, Wizarding World of Harry Potter

Feeling Good

As the first of January loomed after the parade of Christmas cheer I thought of these resolutions everyone speaks about. Why wait until some arbitrary date on a calendar to change who you want to be?

Yet undeniably, there is an appeal to a new year, a fresh start, a new you. The same way that after a break up a woman changes her hair to signify the rebirth of herself as newly single. We go through these physical transformations to tell ourselves that our insides are going to change too. That our shorter brighter hair will make us less lonely.

That this New Year will be different. We will be different.

I make and break resolutions every year like countless others.

Though I’m learning with each scratch mark ticked in the age column that things aren’t mysteriously going to happen to me. I will not suddenly become magically thinner just because I want to be, but will not work for it. I will not have millions of dollars just because I want them. I will not suddenly be one of those people with perfect hair, makeup and outfit every morning because I’m not willing to wake up more than fifteen minutes before I leave. Wanting is simply not enough. January 1^st is simply not enough.

My resolutions are not for this year. They don’t end on the 31^st of the year, nor solely begin on the 1^st. They’re not bound to dates, or a foolish hopefulness. It’s action not desire. Momentum not stagnation.

Amongst many things, I am tired of being a pushover. Tired of bending over backwards and contorting myself like a trapeze artist for people who are never grateful and rarely return the favor. I was wisely told that in times of adversity we truly learn who are friends are. I’m not holding onto stray thoughts of who a person once was. Trying to hold a shadow and never quite grasping it.

I’m walking out of the waiting room. I’ve read every magazine. I’m not going to wait for my life to become something greater just because I wish it so.  Perhaps its because I leave for the Happiest Place on Earth on Saturday, but I’m feeling good.

Tags: DisneyWorld, New Years Resolutions, Resolutions

Dreams Do Come True

On the Eve of Christmas Bella and Bear donned their elf pajamas and

we gathered round the Christmas Tree and read The Night Before Christmas.

On December 25th at 2am Bear awoke and saw that Santa had arrived, but went back to bed and waited patiently.

The table was set in the morning and a feast was had,

after which we tore into the presents:

When it was my turn it was not the necklace that I had asked for that was my favorite. It was a rectangular shaped box from my mother that had a card attached which read

As I tore into the package I realized what was inside despite my tear rimmed eyes.

At almost twenty-seven years old my mother got me the gift that I had always dreamed and ask for as a child.

 

This Christmas I learned dreams can come true for anyone at any age.

 

Tags: American Girl, Christmas, Dreams, Holidays

The 12 Days of Kissass

On the first day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

a big pile of agony.

 

On the second day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

two paranoid co-workers

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the third day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the fourth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the fifth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the sixth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the seventh day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the eight day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

eight interns a-tweeting,

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the ninth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

nine ridiculous requests,

eight interns a-tweeting,

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the tenth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

ten copiers a-copying,

nine ridiculous requests,

eight interns a-tweeting,

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the eleventh day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

eleven beepers beeping,

ten copiers a-copying,

nine ridiculous requests,

eight interns a-tweeting,

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

On the twelfth day of kissass

my shrew love gave to me

twelve tattlers tattling,

eleven beepers beeping,

ten copiers a-copying,

nine ridiculous requests,

eight interns a-tweeting,

seven printers not a–printing,

six bosses a-bossing,

five incoherent emails,

four shrieking voicemails,

three sleepless nights,

two paranoid co-workers,

and a big pile of agony.

 

 

 

Featured Image Snowbow from Jenny Downing’s Flickr

Tags: 12 Days of Christmas, Bosses, Humor, Work