Hi. I’m Janeli.
A mujer, but not much of a “dama.” A wife…but not much of an “esposa”. A working mommy & stepmommy working to launch her independent PR career. I love all things tacky (except for tacky behaviour), food, margaritas, old school 90s R&B and Rock. The list of thing I don’t like is much shorter.I grew up on the Border on Texas/Mexico, hopping over to Juarez every weekend to “help” my dad at our carniceria [meat market], and by help, I mean eat all of the Duvalins, Masepans, and “Yogurs,” and run around the back parking lot with the guard dogs. I think I checked out a customer once. I was about as helpful as Louise Belcher is in Bob’s Burger joint.
Then my parents moved us to Dallas, and somehow I lost my Mexican-American identity. Because in Dallas, everyone assumed all Mexicans were related, short, brown, and were adorned in gold pendants of Jesus. Ne’er had they seen such a rare creature with words of Latin lands spew out of her mouth. A tall, palish, semi blonde who knew more Spanish and could actually name more Mexican Presidents than the kids who called each other “vato” in the halls of DeSoto High School. I jumped the first ride out of the DFW area and attended a small private Catholic university in San Antonio. There, I met my hubby and the people I consider my friend-family. And I fell in love with the Friendliest City in the U.S. and have made it my home.
I’m just another mommy blogger trying to do my best to make my mom, tias, abuelas, and primas proud with maintaining our culture, language, lifestyle, whilst trying to find a way to fit into American culture. Just like Mr. Quintanilla said: I’m too “Mexican for the Americans, and too American for the Mexicans”…the #BrownStruggle…am I right? So follow me on my journey down this road of life while juggling my kiddos, Esposo, career, lipstick, pledge, Vicks, and a molcajete.
Esposa, mama, and entrepreneur raising a golden-haired diva and taking on the city one creative project at a time. Juggling multiple clients with a fun-loving, head strong mother, an insomniac toddler who’s obsessed with high heels, a ten-year-old toothless chihuahua, and my crazy-wonderful better half who keeps me grounded, usually means I’m running on 12 cups of coffee, with big hair, lipstick and eyeliner.
I’m a bit gaudy, outspoken, a little bit wild (yes I’m that mom that finally gets a night off and ends up dancing on stage to 90’s hip hop with the live band and having entirely too much fun for my own good), love anything with glitter because I’m certain I was a unicorn with a glittering mane in a past life, enjoy painting, tasty beverages and good laughs with the people I love, but most of all my every waking moment of happiness is spent time with my angel from heaven and my tempestuously wonderful husband.
I was born and raised in San Antonio by my amazing single mother and beloved maternal side of the family. I was lovingly referred to as Danielle Sheldon, “Our Polaco Taco” due to the odd combination of Polish-Mexican blood running though my veins. My hilarious Esposo now refers to me by “Sheldon” or “Shel” when he’s frustrated with me, or if he sees my “former” wild-self pop out in every day life, “Hey Sheldon – what are you doing?” but I digress.
I was taught to dream big, work hard, love hard, play hard and ALWAYS wear lipstick, eyeliner and earrings no matter where I’m going or how I feel because “Miija, you never know who you’re going to see.” The women in my family are vivacious, charismatic and have just a touch of ADHD which enabled me to become the strong-willed, independent, multi-tasker that I am today. I’m a UIW and OLLU alumna who’s traveled to beautiful parts of the globe and enjoyed an unforgettable internship at the Royal Academy of Arts in London, England. Seeing the world opened my eyes in how I view culture, creativity and life, but I could never shake San Antonio. I love this city!
While I like to think I’m organized and “put together,” I’m mostly just a clumsy, tempestuous, outspoken, full of love [carbs and tasty beverages] kind of mama and wife just trying to make a happy path in this life. Living large doesn’t necessarily have a materialistic meaning, I believe living large in love, life, loyalty and pretty much all of life’s cliche catch phrases.