World Trade Party!

I postponed and postponed posting these pictures for some reason. Must be because since we started planning it, it also took us like 2 months to actually have the party haha but anyways... World Food Party pictures!

PS. That is a real disco ball. And a Jason (as in Friday the 13th, not Priestley) mask.

Ma Vie En Rose™

Last night I watched the cutest boy-wants-to-be-girl movie of all times. That is if you don't count Boys Don't Cry haha just kidding.

So Ma Vie En Rose is the story of Ludovic, a French boy convinced of being destined to be a girl. See, he thinks God sent him the wrong chromosomes so he was born a boy, therefore he calls himself a "garçonfille". Aww.
He also thinks that when he grows up, he is going to be a girl, as in: "become a girl" so he'll be able to marry Jérôme. Double aww.
I'm currently in love with Georges du Fresne, the kid actor who plays Ludo. I think mainly because his name is "Georges".

Geez, this movie got me thinking how cool 7 year olds could be. I might have a fever.

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French newsflash: Yes I watched the movie super loud, but I can also say with all confidence that I understood at least 60% of it without looking at the subtitles... And for having used my dictionary français as a doorstop for the past 5 weeks, that's a pretty good percentage. C'est magnifique!

The Evil-Eye Egg

So Jason has had a killer MF headache since Friday, and by yesterday night I got so desperate that I recurred to the ultimate Mexican grandma remedy: the egg technique to cure the evil eye!
[Quick Mexican explanation: you pass an egg through the victim's body while you say a prayer, then you crack the egg in a glass with water and leave it all night next to the victim's bed. In the morning the shape of the floating egg will determine if the victim had the evil eye or not. See full explanation here. Even the Jews know it jijiij]

My grandma always says that people give you the evil eye even when they don't mean it (?) and since I thought Jason's head was about to explode, I gave it a try. What I didn't remember was that I either had to be a totally good Catholic Mexican granny, or a totally good Catholic Mexican girl because you have to say a prayer while you shoo evil things away... I tested negative for both.

So I went online, look for THE prayer anyway because The Boyfriend was in pain and American doctors scare me; and there I was all female shaman on his ass doing the egg thing.
He was even nice enough to tell me he believed me. What a kitten.

In the morning, his headache was (of course) still there so we ended up going to the doctor, but we looked at the egg anyway just in case the devil was floating there...
Jason: My eggy is all weird...
Jocelyn: I don't think I did it right...
Jason: Yeah you did, I totally felt the demons!

Hahhhaha
I think that was a great compliment. Kiss.

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So I turned out to be a good-for-nothing Catholic, but look at the pretty deviled-egg pictures!!

Scott & Talia's Wedding

Wow, I haven't touched my computer in 4 days, yet Prince Carpal Tunnel III just won't leave me.

Anyway, wedding weekend!
My second American wedding, how hurry-get-the-camera!

We went to a rehearsal dinner where I came up with the fanciest quote of all times! We were talking about pistachios and I was explaining how I like to eat them, when all of I sudden I came up with: "I love licking them; it's my favorite thing to do with nuts" hahahah

The next day, during the wedding, we had an Ay Caramba moment when one of the groomsmen fainted in the middle of the ceremony. Oh hypoglycemics!

Finally, Jason got mentioned in several speeches as both the guy who got the couple together and the guy who wouldn't pass the bride's number to the groom at first.

High Definition Espionage

I was reading an article telling girls how to snoop into guys lives. You know, "because sometimes you may have to", it said. Hello awkward.
Like it's too hard to figure people out. Plus, going through someone's bookmarks and sock drawers is plain un-fun.

So instead, I thought about humoring the idea by telling you what you'd find about me in the same categories as the article.
Maybe this way I'll encourage you to put it out too and avoid the unnecessary amorous espionage.

The place: The nightstand + drawers
What you'll find: Alarm clock, cute toys, jewelry, cell, books, magazines, articles to read, iPod stuff, post-its, pen, Carmex. Light on until late.
What it means: I usually find myself not being able to sleep.

The place: The work station
What you'll find: Books, books, books, magazines, dictionaries, brochures, posters, post-its, notebooks, tons of office supplies, old receipts, computer stuff, DVDs, magazine articles, boxes with stuff to get inspired to write.
What it means: I love crap.

The place: The medicine cabinet + bathroom
What you'll find: Neosporin, Hello Kitty band-aids, small gauze pads, medium gauze pads, extra large gauze pads, Tylenol, Midol, tons of unused make up, life-long supplies of toothpaste and Victoria's Secret moisturizer tubes. No hard core meds.
What it means: OCD for "always being prepared".

The place: The closet
What you'll find: Sparkling clothes collection, my Jason box, boxes and boxes with soes, drawers and drawers with sweaters, shelves and shelves with accessories. Almost 80% of everything is never used because I'm afraid they'll get dirty on the EL.
What it means: I miss wearing high heels and short skirts in Mexico. I also miss dressing up.

The place: The sock drawers
What you'll find: Only one drawer is for socks and such (...); the other two are filled with purses, clutches, backpacks, and all sorts of pretty bags.
What it means: Ladies first.

The place: The purse
What you'll find: By default- wallet, make up, moisturizer, camera, umbrella, sweater, water, food, candy, tea bags, sunglasses, iPod, passport copy (to avoid deportation at any time), kleenex, gum, pens, post-its. Then I add things according to the occasion.
What it means: I'm such a femalenian.

The place: My side of the fridge + pantry
What you'll find: Milk, OJ, canteloupe, mango, bananas, lettuce, potatoes, apples, broccoli, carrots, cheese, hot sauces, rice, pasta, cajeta, nutella, 5 boxes of cereals, Fiber One, Mexican candy, pretzels, chocolate, cake mix, cookie mix, muffin mix, tortilla mix, opened and unopened Matzoh.
What it means: Hmmmmm

The place: My bookmarks
What you'll find: 30% graphic and web design, 30% writing, 10% interior design, 10% French-Spanish-English, 10% immigration links, 5% girlie stuff, 5% manly stuff. Same goes for my Google Reader.
What it means: I don't have porn.

UEFA™

The UEFA Champions League final was today. And I saw it almost in real time, I'm such a good fan.
The only problem was that bastard ESPN frivolously forgot to transmit the penalties! Meaning- the last 20 mins when the who-won-who-lose happened.
I mean, are they aware of all 4 of us fans in the US following soccer?! I swear.

The funny thing is that I didn't really like any of the playing teams so I had to cheer to Soccer itself. I even made the word S-O-C-C-E-R in human-font jijiji

On a great note, in the beginning I was making mental polls and decided that Ronaldo (from Manchester United) and Lampard (from Chelsea) "had something going on today"; and Nostradamus-y enough, they were the ones who scored the goals. Witch!

Oh yay, I also caught a glimpse of favorite ex-rising star Shevchenko sitting pretty in the Chelsea benches. Oh what a sight. Show us the legs!!

THE OUTCOME:
The winner: Manchester United
The loser: Jocelyn. Now she has to wait until September for another game.
The question: Where the hell was Ronaldinho this whole season? And why is Shevchenko not playing anymore? And where are Shevchenko's legs?!
The dilemma: Next final- May 27th 2009, Italy. Will I be there?

More Outdoorphins

The official picture of the official Illinois bat. He hangs out (literally) in officially fancy neighborhoods in the Gold Coast!

Thought Of The Day

Weekend Outdoorphins

This Sunday I went out for a full limited-edition walking city times.
I got lost on the el because some stations were closed, I discovered a horse playground in the middle of the city, I ate chocolate, I went to the beach, I found a weird telescope-camera-looking artifact.
Good times to spring the winter away.

Scar Tissue

I just finished reading Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis, from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Oh I heart.

465 pages in a week and a half. All because of my bizarre sidewalk accident and my needing to be sitting down longer than usual.

The funny thing is how impossibly elegant Mr. Kiedis seems to be. All artsy and sentimental and misunderstood and captive between drugs and evil and a crazy dad.
His life has been nothing but everything fast and the coolest thing is that it sounds like such amazingness (except for all the drug madness). It just glitters with cool nonsense.

The number of times he had random sex; got high and went to motels to keep the party going for days; or got into a serious accident is still unknown to me, I lost count after like page 50.

So, my recommendation: sit down, shut up and read it.
Then go listen to some good RHCP music.

Week update!

I am so in love with the Color Accent feature on the Canon. Kiss.
This week we're on green. Look.

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So, magic story time.
Ever since I moved to Chicago I noticed how around Grand/Orleans/Ohio St. there's a mythical chocolate smell all over. And since the city does not smell good, that's such a treat.
Well, turns out there is a chocolate factory right there. Next time you're near, let your nose guide you (or walk to 600 W Kinzie) and voilà: The Blommer Chocolate Company, the only city smell I do like.
There's a store open to the public and the lady there calls every kid "Charlie" awww.
Yet, isn't it weird that 3 different kids came into a chocolate store at 9:20am?
Either way, it's chocolate city heaven. Go.












Oh hey, my last band-aid came off today! I'm wearing pants again, I feel like a woman.

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The Lear King

Hi. Several updates for you all:

1. I just took 2 midols and I'm having a caffeine attack. I cleaned my closet, made a matzoh pizza, and sent 22 emails in 27 minutes. I'm so cold and hot at the same time.
2. I just received one last gift from my lawyer: an invoice for USD$2,400.
3. My horrendous cuts and bruises are finally going home. And by going home I mean retreating until I fall again.

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Have you seen the giant and totally Dementor-y King Lear statue on Michigan & Grand? It's awesome! Like the Dementors!
(At first I thought it was Jesus, placed enigmatically by some American Cristian Association, like the girl scouts... or Creed).






Stab. Seen on the Goodman Theatre:

Yes, kill them all.

Bubbled!

So, remember I had a little accident this week? Saturday night I was not talking-party so Angela and Nicole came over to The Sweetness to hang out.
And Nicole, bless her, brought soap bubbles.

So, tripod in hand, we drove to picture heaven.