15.2.08
13.2.08
The Baker
I'm really nice, I consider an artist pretty much anyone who can do anything I can't/admire.
Therefore, I consider baking an art. And bakers, artists.
So as you know, I've been experimenting with many many things lately like snow, horror movies aaand baking so today I spent 3 hours making cookies, brownies, red velvet cake, red velvet muffins and red velvet cupcakes (if they are the same thing, they do not look the same) and here is the result. I also didn't burn anything (not skin, not pans, not cookies) and they taste good. I'm proud.
I'm also posting pics from the Empanadas Adventures and the Enmoladas Adventures. I confess, I'm a little scared, am I a housewife now?
Anyway, tomorrow, the famous Auto Show pics for all the boys. Maybe Friday. It depends on how VDay works out but since Jason just insulted my baking + wrapping abilities, it seems favorable for the Saab Aero X.
Therefore, I consider baking an art. And bakers, artists.
So as you know, I've been experimenting with many many things lately like snow, horror movies aaand baking so today I spent 3 hours making cookies, brownies, red velvet cake, red velvet muffins and red velvet cupcakes (if they are the same thing, they do not look the same) and here is the result. I also didn't burn anything (not skin, not pans, not cookies) and they taste good. I'm proud.
I'm also posting pics from the Empanadas Adventures and the Enmoladas Adventures. I confess, I'm a little scared, am I a housewife now?
Anyway, tomorrow, the famous Auto Show pics for all the boys. Maybe Friday. It depends on how VDay works out but since Jason just insulted my baking + wrapping abilities, it seems favorable for the Saab Aero X.
11.2.08
El Coro
Ayer tuve un sueño bien raro y me desperte pensando en la secu 10 y en el dia que hicieron las pruebas para elegir al coro de la escuela. Ahi va la historia:
Era mi segundo dia en la secundaria 10 (aka la secu del diablo) y a pesar de haber salido toda nerda de la primaria, NADA me habia preparado para la cuasi escuela militar de Doña Eva Nosequien.
Bueno el caso es que andaba yo con la depresión al máximo y sobre todo con ese sentimiento que me choca... físicamente se siente como si estuviera dando vueltas y vueltas en esos juegos de "las tazas locas" de las kermesses o disneylandia (ahora que andamos con lo gringo), plus una mezcla de nauseas mareadosas y super plus un sentimiento de sentirme chiquita chiquita. Ese mero.
En fin, así me sentia ese dia; el cambio de la primaria relax a la secundaria de Stalin casi me hacía llorar nomás con pensarlo. Eran como las 6:00 am y me negaba a salir de la cama. Mi cuarto estaba en lo que ahora es el "cuarto de estar" en el segundo piso. Así, sin paredes ni nada; era cuando la adolescencia me obligó a pelear por un cuarto para mi sola y me salió con que no había otro porque mis papás no habían pensado en eso todavía.
Como quien dice, mi cuarto estaba en el pasillo. Bien Unión Soviética, pero bueno, ahí estaba y yo sentía que era para mi sola (y para todos los que subieran las escaleras).
Total, que el tiempo seguía pasando y yo ahí tirada fingiendo que me dolía la cabeza y luego la panza y luego la cabeza otra vez. Hasta que mi papá (mi héroe) se sentó al lado de mi cama así bien película, no? De esas de cuando la hija tiene un problema y está en la cama con pijamas de conejitos y todo en el cuarto es color cremita y está una Mac de esas de colores en el fondo y el papá (o la mamá) le dicen "Honey, is everything fine? You know you can talk to me" y la hija después de 10 minutos de decir "Nothing, I just want to be alone" por fin suelta todo y total el papá (o la mamá) le dicen que "Everything is going to be fine, you have to be strong. When I was your age...." y ahhhhh la vida soñada de cada adolescente de The O.C. ....
....PUES NO ES CIERTO!
Bueno, mi papá (mi héroe) sí me dijo algo bonito, pero yo no tenía pijamas de conejitos, mi cuarto no era cremita, era blanco con alfombra roja y no había ninguna Mac sino que toda la tecnología en ese entonces de mi vida se reducía a un teléfono de esos de ruedita (que yo había rayado con "Ester-bruk" para verme más rebelde) y a un radio-cassette amarillo pollo donde escuchaba a Flans... pero bueno, el caso es que Don Felipe se sentó al lado de mi cama y me preguntó que por qué no quería ir a la escuela "ya en serio". A final de cuentas le dije que era porque no me gustaba (y ahi voy como siempre hago y nunca he podido deshacerme de ese hábito que tengo de llorar cuando tengo ganas de llorar) y pos si, empecé a llorar. Como niña, jeje. Mi papá (el héroe) me dijo "okey okey si esta vez te dejo faltar me prometes que mañana y todos los demás días vas a ir?" Ayyyy me sentí como volando, le dije que si si si neta te lo juro que si... Y me dejó faltar. A la escuela del diablo. Si señor!
Al día siguiente me enteré que el día que había faltado habían elegido a los niños y niñas que (forzosamente) iban a estar en el coro de la escuela por los 3 años que estuviéramos ahi. El coro!! Fiuu, que salvación. Me dijeron que el método tipo Inquisición que usaron fue formar a todos los güercos y güercas (y chiquillos y chiquillas) en el patio y decirles que uno por uno cantaran "Las Mañanitas" enfrente del maestro de coro, de las auxiliares... y de 3,000 otros güercos burlones.
El caso es que me salvé. Y los que no lloraron en la mañana y sus papás no les dieron el chance de su vida de faltar a la escuela tuvieron que ir cada sábados por 3 años de 8:00am a 1:00pm a practicar con el coro.
A pesar de acordarme exactamente y con super lujo de detalles de lo que pasó ese día, honestamente no recuerdo que más pasó. Creo que me levanté y vi la tele. Luego comí con mi familia (y evité ver a mi papá en los ojos después de habernos permitido yo tanto aprovechamiento de sus poderes como padre, y él tanto acercamiento tierno con la hija) y los dos fuimos culpables y amigos al mismo tiempo.
Después de eso nunca volví a faltar a la escuela.
Le escribí un e-mail a mi papá (aún mi héroe) pregúntandole si se acordaba. Tal vez me sorprenda si su respuesta es que no porque este episodio guajiro es de esos que siempre me vienen a la mente. No sé bien por qué pero de eso hace ya como 14 años y sigo acordándome como si hubiera sido esta mañana después de mi sueño.
Era mi segundo dia en la secundaria 10 (aka la secu del diablo) y a pesar de haber salido toda nerda de la primaria, NADA me habia preparado para la cuasi escuela militar de Doña Eva Nosequien.
Bueno el caso es que andaba yo con la depresión al máximo y sobre todo con ese sentimiento que me choca... físicamente se siente como si estuviera dando vueltas y vueltas en esos juegos de "las tazas locas" de las kermesses o disneylandia (ahora que andamos con lo gringo), plus una mezcla de nauseas mareadosas y super plus un sentimiento de sentirme chiquita chiquita. Ese mero.
En fin, así me sentia ese dia; el cambio de la primaria relax a la secundaria de Stalin casi me hacía llorar nomás con pensarlo. Eran como las 6:00 am y me negaba a salir de la cama. Mi cuarto estaba en lo que ahora es el "cuarto de estar" en el segundo piso. Así, sin paredes ni nada; era cuando la adolescencia me obligó a pelear por un cuarto para mi sola y me salió con que no había otro porque mis papás no habían pensado en eso todavía.
Como quien dice, mi cuarto estaba en el pasillo. Bien Unión Soviética, pero bueno, ahí estaba y yo sentía que era para mi sola (y para todos los que subieran las escaleras).
Total, que el tiempo seguía pasando y yo ahí tirada fingiendo que me dolía la cabeza y luego la panza y luego la cabeza otra vez. Hasta que mi papá (mi héroe) se sentó al lado de mi cama así bien película, no? De esas de cuando la hija tiene un problema y está en la cama con pijamas de conejitos y todo en el cuarto es color cremita y está una Mac de esas de colores en el fondo y el papá (o la mamá) le dicen "Honey, is everything fine? You know you can talk to me" y la hija después de 10 minutos de decir "Nothing, I just want to be alone" por fin suelta todo y total el papá (o la mamá) le dicen que "Everything is going to be fine, you have to be strong. When I was your age...." y ahhhhh la vida soñada de cada adolescente de The O.C. ....
....PUES NO ES CIERTO!
Bueno, mi papá (mi héroe) sí me dijo algo bonito, pero yo no tenía pijamas de conejitos, mi cuarto no era cremita, era blanco con alfombra roja y no había ninguna Mac sino que toda la tecnología en ese entonces de mi vida se reducía a un teléfono de esos de ruedita (que yo había rayado con "Ester-bruk" para verme más rebelde) y a un radio-cassette amarillo pollo donde escuchaba a Flans... pero bueno, el caso es que Don Felipe se sentó al lado de mi cama y me preguntó que por qué no quería ir a la escuela "ya en serio". A final de cuentas le dije que era porque no me gustaba (y ahi voy como siempre hago y nunca he podido deshacerme de ese hábito que tengo de llorar cuando tengo ganas de llorar) y pos si, empecé a llorar. Como niña, jeje. Mi papá (el héroe) me dijo "okey okey si esta vez te dejo faltar me prometes que mañana y todos los demás días vas a ir?" Ayyyy me sentí como volando, le dije que si si si neta te lo juro que si... Y me dejó faltar. A la escuela del diablo. Si señor!
Al día siguiente me enteré que el día que había faltado habían elegido a los niños y niñas que (forzosamente) iban a estar en el coro de la escuela por los 3 años que estuviéramos ahi. El coro!! Fiuu, que salvación. Me dijeron que el método tipo Inquisición que usaron fue formar a todos los güercos y güercas (y chiquillos y chiquillas) en el patio y decirles que uno por uno cantaran "Las Mañanitas" enfrente del maestro de coro, de las auxiliares... y de 3,000 otros güercos burlones.
El caso es que me salvé. Y los que no lloraron en la mañana y sus papás no les dieron el chance de su vida de faltar a la escuela tuvieron que ir cada sábados por 3 años de 8:00am a 1:00pm a practicar con el coro.
A pesar de acordarme exactamente y con super lujo de detalles de lo que pasó ese día, honestamente no recuerdo que más pasó. Creo que me levanté y vi la tele. Luego comí con mi familia (y evité ver a mi papá en los ojos después de habernos permitido yo tanto aprovechamiento de sus poderes como padre, y él tanto acercamiento tierno con la hija) y los dos fuimos culpables y amigos al mismo tiempo.
Después de eso nunca volví a faltar a la escuela.
Le escribí un e-mail a mi papá (aún mi héroe) pregúntandole si se acordaba. Tal vez me sorprenda si su respuesta es que no porque este episodio guajiro es de esos que siempre me vienen a la mente. No sé bien por qué pero de eso hace ya como 14 años y sigo acordándome como si hubiera sido esta mañana después de mi sueño.
Bright Bright Great
Have you ever had that feeling? A Sunday morning before a long day starts, you open an invoice from your lawyer charging you everything and the minutes he spent talking to you on the phone plus the seconds he spent on Outlook because of you. You turn red, knees tremble and blood rushes.
Cut to...
Have you ever had that OTHER feeling? A Monday morning, what you think is the sweetest and most angelic voice in the world calls from your first client's office to verify the address they're sending you a big fat check.
It's the most bright bright and great feeling in the world.
9.2.08
8.2.08
Charts & Graphs- Harvard Hip Hop Study
Too good not to post. For all the nerdy hip-hoppers out there.
This is cool
A new series from your pretty friend at nudosenelpelo :)
This is for all of those fearing their toys will be stolen after the UPS guy leaves a giant package with Hasbro written all over it in their condo lobby jijij wink wink JS*
This is for all of those fearing their toys will be stolen after the UPS guy leaves a giant package with Hasbro written all over it in their condo lobby jijij wink wink JS*
6.2.08
The Thomas Rob Affair Post
Last Friday I got to see the secret (and most scandalous) love of my life (besides chocolate... oh and bread... oh and cheese. Ok so the forth secret love of my life) in concert.
Call me crazy, call me pop, but I loved it. I went to see Matchbox 20 in concert. [Glass shattering]!!!
So, Rob Thomas' jeans are tight. But not like emo-kid-or-Jared-Leto's-jeans tight, I meant he was wearing a normal pair of jeans with the magnificent difference that his were tight. Like a tiger. Rrrawr. Hahaha
Angela and I spent the whole day in the suburbs to avoid Illinois traffic since the concert was at 9pm so there we are at a Starbucks for 7 hours trying to finish a whole box of chocolates to use it to hide my camera so we could take it into the concert. We succeeded, by the way. In 1 hour.
As an eccentric treat, I also fulfilled a bizarre teenage dream, like 10 years later but still: I saw Alanis Morrisette! (She opened the concert. When did she stop being famous? Oh wait). Anyway, what mostly surprised me about her (besides ???) was how big her thighs are! Seriously, boy were her thighs eye-catching. I couldn't stop staring at them. Am I a lesbian now? Is that how it starts? Will it get worse (or serious) if I go see Melissa Etheridge? Spooky.
Either way we had fun. No after-concert party stories, sorry. We were dressed for the occasion but still, nothing.
And by the occasion I mean the occasion when Rob was going to ask us to join him after for "the band's party".
Aaand you know what party I'm talking about. That where musicians go crazy, ordinary (yet awesome) girls are invited, drugs are introduced and the lead singer confesses to the ordinary girl that he doesn't do that because he is REALLY doing it for the music. (Awww).
The girl (of course) falls for it, gets knocked up and elopes with the rockstar. They then live happily ever after surviving with money from VH1's Band Reunited.
THAT party.
Anyway, the wonderment of the night, amazingly enough, wasn't Mr. Rob Tight-Jeans Thomas, but Angela's comment while listening to "Jagged Little Pill". She was singing so I asked if she knew the song and then without any warning, she came out with the most stupendous thing ever: "Yes, but I thought that was Pink!" Hahahahha
The ugly post-concert outcome: I caught a cold from the yelling and the running in the snow at midnight; and I can't forgive myself from being such a vah-jay-jay and not going backstage-pass hunting. But please understand, I had to go home to the Boyfriendness, he's the one who feeds me chocolate and bread and cheese :)
3.2.08
The Bizarre
I forgot to post this before
I made lasagna for the first time ever. Jason helped, but mostly to prevent me from putting aluminum stuff in the microwave jijij
We found the "Tuesday Morning" store on Lincoln Ave. I wonder if the "Morning After" and the "Good Morning" stores exist too.
Jason and The Giant at Clarke's
I made lasagna for the first time ever. Jason helped, but mostly to prevent me from putting aluminum stuff in the microwave jijij
We found the "Tuesday Morning" store on Lincoln Ave. I wonder if the "Morning After" and the "Good Morning" stores exist too.
Jason and The Giant at Clarke's
The Third New Year
First was the the Jewish New Year, then the "World's New Year"; now it's the Chinese New Year. Party through all.
30.1.08
Café Racer Super Naked*
Would you look at this.
I already love Starck; everything he designs is so glossy and smooth and silvery.
This time he came up with such beautiness.
Now, I'm not a motorcycle fan. I was born with such "accident-proneitis" that jumping on a bike would push my disgrace odds to 100%, so I mostly posted this because of how hot it looks... And mostly-mostly because of the sexiness of its name: the Voxan Café Racer Super Naked by Philippe Starck. I swear.
Vrrooom
I already love Starck; everything he designs is so glossy and smooth and silvery.
This time he came up with such beautiness.
Now, I'm not a motorcycle fan. I was born with such "accident-proneitis" that jumping on a bike would push my disgrace odds to 100%, so I mostly posted this because of how hot it looks... And mostly-mostly because of the sexiness of its name: the Voxan Café Racer Super Naked by Philippe Starck. I swear.
Vrrooom
28.1.08
What my mom sent me this week
My mother, the saint.
Here's the skinny. (I hate it when people refer to information as "the skinny")
- 12 Cans of the inexistent-in-the-US Coca Cola Light
- 1 Whole pack of mini Tajin bottles. So people can keep giving me weird looks when I eat in public places
- Hojarascas (the Mexican "sugar cookies") and gorditas made by my grandma. Total count: 30 hojarascas & 30 gorditas. Total count 3 days later: zero hojarascas & zero gorditas
- 1 Health insurance information sheet "inconspicuously" sent by my dad
- 4 "Soda de Manzana" bottles
- 1 Pack of va-jay-jay ladies medicine hahaha
- The actual bag of gorditas
- 2 home-made scarfs + 1 Hello Kitty candy box
- 1 Gift bag with a card that said "To Gaby" ...aka my other sister, thanks
Awww I miss my other home.
Here's the skinny. (I hate it when people refer to information as "the skinny")
- 12 Cans of the inexistent-in-the-US Coca Cola Light
- 1 Whole pack of mini Tajin bottles. So people can keep giving me weird looks when I eat in public places
- Hojarascas (the Mexican "sugar cookies") and gorditas made by my grandma. Total count: 30 hojarascas & 30 gorditas. Total count 3 days later: zero hojarascas & zero gorditas
- 1 Health insurance information sheet "inconspicuously" sent by my dad
- 4 "Soda de Manzana" bottles
- 1 Pack of va-jay-jay ladies medicine hahaha
- The actual bag of gorditas
- 2 home-made scarfs + 1 Hello Kitty candy box
- 1 Gift bag with a card that said "To Gaby" ...aka my other sister, thanks
Awww I miss my other home.
26.1.08
25.1.08
À La Française
So last night I volunteered at the Alliance Française because turns out if you give the French some of your time, they'll instruct (and feed) you for free.
"Alors", yesterday there was a French cooking class-movie screening event so I stayed after class and this is what happened:
5:30pm
I showed up at the organizer's office, Xavier (za-VYAY for the "French impaired") where he points me to my first assignment: Cutting bread. WITH KNIVES. Gulp.
I said Ok ("Volontiers, Xavier") while a crazy twitchy feeling started developing in my left eye.
Hey, I'm no quitter, quitting cutting things is for girls! So I swallowed all my screaming instincts and began cutting the damned bread while unsuccessfully trying to remember all the ways I knew to ask for help in French. Stressing moments.
5:45pm
I finished the life-threatening bread-cutting task and moved to the main room to welcome the peeps and help out with drinks. French heaven. My specialty: champagne, merci beaucoup.
6:15pm
While movie times...
Jocelyn- Est-ce que je peux faire quelque chose pendant les "peeps" regardent le film? (Can I do something while the peeps watch the movie?)
Xavier- Oui, allons à la cuisine. Vous pouvez m'aider là-bas. ("Oui", let's go to the kitchen. You can help me there")
Jocelyn- [Gulp again. Tu plaisantes?! (Are you kidding?!)] Ok
Xavier- Alors... ici vouz avez du fromage, du pain et des fruits qu'on va occuper... (So... here you have some cheese, bread and fruit that we're going to need...)
Jocelyn- [Double gulp] ...
Xavier- ...Et ici vous avez le tiroir des couteaux (...And in here you have the knifes drawer)
Jocelyn- [Gulp Gulp Gulp]
6:45pm-10:00pm
I helped to cook, learned a couple new tricks (tricks not to get burned, of course; not cooking tricks) and successfully made my first cheese soufflé.
10:30pm
All done and done! Nutella was eaten, soufflé was devoured, wine was solemnly absorbed, mini-muffins were packed into our backpacks, and I got ready to catch the EL.
I went out after saying Au revoir to my super cool new friend Nicole; my ipod's earphones froze because it was -23ºC outside and I couldn't feel my nose for 45 mins, but I had fun.
Oh, I also signed up to do it again next Thursday. J'adore.
PS. I forgot! So... the last thing I did before leaving?? Washed all the knives jijijiji :)
"Alors", yesterday there was a French cooking class-movie screening event so I stayed after class and this is what happened:
5:30pm
I showed up at the organizer's office, Xavier (za-VYAY for the "French impaired") where he points me to my first assignment: Cutting bread. WITH KNIVES. Gulp.
I said Ok ("Volontiers, Xavier") while a crazy twitchy feeling started developing in my left eye.
Hey, I'm no quitter, quitting cutting things is for girls! So I swallowed all my screaming instincts and began cutting the damned bread while unsuccessfully trying to remember all the ways I knew to ask for help in French. Stressing moments.
5:45pm
I finished the life-threatening bread-cutting task and moved to the main room to welcome the peeps and help out with drinks. French heaven. My specialty: champagne, merci beaucoup.
6:15pm
While movie times...
Jocelyn- Est-ce que je peux faire quelque chose pendant les "peeps" regardent le film? (Can I do something while the peeps watch the movie?)
Xavier- Oui, allons à la cuisine. Vous pouvez m'aider là-bas. ("Oui", let's go to the kitchen. You can help me there")
Jocelyn- [Gulp again. Tu plaisantes?! (Are you kidding?!)] Ok
Xavier- Alors... ici vouz avez du fromage, du pain et des fruits qu'on va occuper... (So... here you have some cheese, bread and fruit that we're going to need...)
Jocelyn- [Double gulp] ...
Xavier- ...Et ici vous avez le tiroir des couteaux (...And in here you have the knifes drawer)
Jocelyn- [Gulp Gulp Gulp]
6:45pm-10:00pm
I helped to cook, learned a couple new tricks (tricks not to get burned, of course; not cooking tricks) and successfully made my first cheese soufflé.
10:30pm
All done and done! Nutella was eaten, soufflé was devoured, wine was solemnly absorbed, mini-muffins were packed into our backpacks, and I got ready to catch the EL.
I went out after saying Au revoir to my super cool new friend Nicole; my ipod's earphones froze because it was -23ºC outside and I couldn't feel my nose for 45 mins, but I had fun.
Oh, I also signed up to do it again next Thursday. J'adore.
PS. I forgot! So... the last thing I did before leaving?? Washed all the knives jijijiji :)
23.1.08
The December
Sorry, The December pictures took almost a month to make it to Nudos™, but hate-me-no-more, just for you:
Some of the Fuzzy December Memories:
- Staying at the Summerhouse for five days instead of just one night
- Alternating between sweater 1-sweater 2-one pair of jeans for a week
- Eating full meals every 2 hours thanks to Dan
- Watching the America's Next Top Model MODELTHON for a week on VH1 after New Years Eve
- Making freezing snow at 1am
- My first snow angel, my first snow fight and my first snow dress EVER
PS. Did you hate it how every picture link took you to Flickr?
Some of the Fuzzy December Memories:
- Staying at the Summerhouse for five days instead of just one night
- Alternating between sweater 1-sweater 2-one pair of jeans for a week
- Eating full meals every 2 hours thanks to Dan
- Watching the America's Next Top Model MODELTHON for a week on VH1 after New Years Eve
- Making freezing snow at 1am
- My first snow angel, my first snow fight and my first snow dress EVER
PS. Did you hate it how every picture link took you to Flickr?
21.1.08
The Sweetness
Day 2 on my first ever all-American internship. Still excited.
So today while using a PC at "work" I somehow ended up in Microsoft Visual Earth and I found this ama-za-zing shot of The Sweetness probably from about 3 years ago.
That's the building where I live, that's an ex-garbage dump where the parking lot is now... and there is Andy's Tires next to us, stronger now than ever!
Ok I have to go, Monday carpal tunnel is kicking in and I haven't even studied French today. Bonne nuit.
PS. Bancomer SUCKS.
So today while using a PC at "work" I somehow ended up in Microsoft Visual Earth and I found this ama-za-zing shot of The Sweetness probably from about 3 years ago.
That's the building where I live, that's an ex-garbage dump where the parking lot is now... and there is Andy's Tires next to us, stronger now than ever!
Ok I have to go, Monday carpal tunnel is kicking in and I haven't even studied French today. Bonne nuit.
PS. Bancomer SUCKS.
20.1.08
This Weekend...
...Was the coldest it's ever been: -17ºC. After walking outside for 4 secs I felt little ice stalactite growing inside my nose.
I got a real cell phone. Like real. And it's called Blast jojojo
I forgot to buy apples.
I missed my sister's college graduation. Merde.
I miss my white Abercrombie top.
I stayed in bed until 1:30pm
During his Ghetto New York 1980's party, Josh finally drank his snake-in-a-jar thing. Awesomeness.
I finally accepted by brunetteism.
I found this drawing Leela made for me. That's when I accidentally spilled salsa all over my sister Gabriela when I was trying to open a little envelope hahaha She took it SO seriously.
I got a real cell phone. Like real. And it's called Blast jojojo
I forgot to buy apples.
I missed my sister's college graduation. Merde.
I miss my white Abercrombie top.
I stayed in bed until 1:30pm
During his Ghetto New York 1980's party, Josh finally drank his snake-in-a-jar thing. Awesomeness.
I finally accepted by brunetteism.
I found this drawing Leela made for me. That's when I accidentally spilled salsa all over my sister Gabriela when I was trying to open a little envelope hahaha She took it SO seriously.
18.1.08
Los Placeres Simples
Gracias al Yorch por continuar la lista.
Ahora si tan solo pudiera convencerme que hacer pipí en la regadera es mal visto. Ya somos dos!! jojojoj
PLACERES SIMPLES
Hay de placeres a placeres, y los que se disfrutan mas son los placeres simples de la vida, mencionando algunos he aqui una lista que quiza muchos disfrutamos, otros no tanto y unos que pues cada quien obtiene placer con lo que quiere...
1. La mas clasica de todas, LA MANO EN EL ARROZ, por favor no me digan que no disfrutan accion.
2. El olor a la grusura de la carne quemadita.
3. Bañarse despues de un campamento.
4. El caldito de la maruchan calientito con limon y chilito piquin o valentina.
5. Ver como se "fabrica" un algodon de azucar.
6. Comer un algodon de azucar.
7. Admirar como el aceite con el agua no se mezclan.
8. El olor a tierra mojada.
9. El olor a pasto recien cortado.
10. Sacar la mano por la ventana del auto y jugar con el viento.
11. La pulpa de el jugo de naranja.
12. Este no me gusta pero se me dijo: Mojar una tutsi en un vaso de agua mientars se "chupa".
13. El queso de la pizza.
14. Tocar el cabello masculino recien cortado por la parte de atras (Aclaro solo toco el mio y el de mis hijos, pero mi mujer dice eso)
15. Las fresas del pastel.
16. Encontrar el estacionamiento que tu quieres donde sea.
17. Encontrar dinero en la bolsa de tu pantalon.
18. Orinar despues de una larga angustia de retencion.
19. Miar en la regadera jajajaja, que naco.
20. Descansar en una hamaca.
21. Ver reir a un bebe.
22. Soplarle a un Diente de Leon y ver las semillas planear.
23. El primer bocado de tu comida favorita.
24. El primer dia que te pones unos converse nuevos. (No quieres que se te ensucien, al segundo los quieres todos sucios y viejos).
25. Exprimirte un barro feo jejeje.
26. Resistol en la palma de la mano y hacer copia de tu huella.
Ahora si tan solo pudiera convencerme que hacer pipí en la regadera es mal visto. Ya somos dos!! jojojoj
PLACERES SIMPLES
Hay de placeres a placeres, y los que se disfrutan mas son los placeres simples de la vida, mencionando algunos he aqui una lista que quiza muchos disfrutamos, otros no tanto y unos que pues cada quien obtiene placer con lo que quiere...
1. La mas clasica de todas, LA MANO EN EL ARROZ, por favor no me digan que no disfrutan accion.
2. El olor a la grusura de la carne quemadita.
3. Bañarse despues de un campamento.
4. El caldito de la maruchan calientito con limon y chilito piquin o valentina.
5. Ver como se "fabrica" un algodon de azucar.
6. Comer un algodon de azucar.
7. Admirar como el aceite con el agua no se mezclan.
8. El olor a tierra mojada.
9. El olor a pasto recien cortado.
10. Sacar la mano por la ventana del auto y jugar con el viento.
11. La pulpa de el jugo de naranja.
12. Este no me gusta pero se me dijo: Mojar una tutsi en un vaso de agua mientars se "chupa".
13. El queso de la pizza.
14. Tocar el cabello masculino recien cortado por la parte de atras (Aclaro solo toco el mio y el de mis hijos, pero mi mujer dice eso)
15. Las fresas del pastel.
16. Encontrar el estacionamiento que tu quieres donde sea.
17. Encontrar dinero en la bolsa de tu pantalon.
18. Orinar despues de una larga angustia de retencion.
19. Miar en la regadera jajajaja, que naco.
20. Descansar en una hamaca.
21. Ver reir a un bebe.
22. Soplarle a un Diente de Leon y ver las semillas planear.
23. El primer bocado de tu comida favorita.
24. El primer dia que te pones unos converse nuevos. (No quieres que se te ensucien, al segundo los quieres todos sucios y viejos).
25. Exprimirte un barro feo jejeje.
26. Resistol en la palma de la mano y hacer copia de tu huella.
Chicago 2016
So, unlike the Regiomontanos back in Monterrey, Chicagoans got it together and are actually pursuing the Olympic dream. How will they (or should I say "we") do it? Who knows! Bring the money, crash the EL, destroy downtown and make traffic worse.
Cities do get a lot of pretty attention because of this, but the evil side is way way worse and permanent damage to society should be considered... although who am I to say anything, I spend my money downtown, take the EL without washing my hands first, feed the pigeons and drive when I shouldn't be. I also steal Splenda from Starbucks.
Visit www.chicago2016.org and vote... or not. At least the graphics are pretty and there's French jijijiji
16.1.08
favorite things
favorite smells:
coconut, chocolate, banana smoothies, coffee, cologne
favorite sounds:
real laughter, a live concert, people with accents, guitars
favorite things to touch:
silk, skin, warm laundry, flour
favorite sights:
the color pink, jason's face, big cities at night, colorful cupcakes, kittens
favorite tastes:
chocolate, pasta, frosting, coca cola vanilla
coconut, chocolate, banana smoothies, coffee, cologne
favorite sounds:
real laughter, a live concert, people with accents, guitars
favorite things to touch:
silk, skin, warm laundry, flour
favorite sights:
the color pink, jason's face, big cities at night, colorful cupcakes, kittens
favorite tastes:
chocolate, pasta, frosting, coca cola vanilla
14.1.08
Making Lists
This is the season of making lists, but if you know me, you know that such season lasts the whole year... so to honor my ridiculous and compulsive need to make lists may I present...
The Jossbot list of awesome events and happenings 2007
1. I turned 25 (which is 30, which is 50, which is blahh)
2. I accomplished my goal of moving out of my parent's house by the time I turned 25
3. Not only did I move out of my parent's house, I moved to another country.
4. I sold my (first) car
5. I finally learned French
6. I learned how to bake (and managed to burn a potato and a microwave at the same time)
7. I saw snow
8. I moved in with a boy jojojoj
9. I cut myself (badly) on a finger (cof cof- again) and I didn't go to a hospital
10. I fought the United States Citizen and Immigration Services
11. I learned how to cut my own hair
12. I celebrated all the Jewish and Mexican holidays
13. I bought and returned almost USD$2,000 in clothes just for fun
Also, and since my psychic is way too far to pay her a visit, I decided that this year I'll be my own oracle. I hereby present...
The Jossbot list of wishes and premonitions 2008
1. I'll get that *&^%$$ business visa
2. I'll get Bright Bright Great up and running
3. I'll cook a whole meal without burning anything
4. I'll have a pet
5. I'll rule in French and master English. But mostly French, because that's the sexiest
6. I'll go to Mexico
7. I'll hike in Mexico
8. I'll be safe hiking in Mexico
9. Also, I'll have one of those deers from Dundee Rd
Making Freud proud at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
The Jossbot list of awesome events and happenings 2007
1. I turned 25 (which is 30, which is 50, which is blahh)
2. I accomplished my goal of moving out of my parent's house by the time I turned 25
3. Not only did I move out of my parent's house, I moved to another country.
4. I sold my (first) car
5. I finally learned French
6. I learned how to bake (and managed to burn a potato and a microwave at the same time)
7. I saw snow
8. I moved in with a boy jojojoj
9. I cut myself (badly) on a finger (cof cof- again) and I didn't go to a hospital
10. I fought the United States Citizen and Immigration Services
11. I learned how to cut my own hair
12. I celebrated all the Jewish and Mexican holidays
13. I bought and returned almost USD$2,000 in clothes just for fun
Also, and since my psychic is way too far to pay her a visit, I decided that this year I'll be my own oracle. I hereby present...
The Jossbot list of wishes and premonitions 2008
1. I'll get that *&^%$$ business visa
2. I'll get Bright Bright Great up and running
3. I'll cook a whole meal without burning anything
4. I'll have a pet
5. I'll rule in French and master English. But mostly French, because that's the sexiest
6. I'll go to Mexico
7. I'll hike in Mexico
8. I'll be safe hiking in Mexico
9. Also, I'll have one of those deers from Dundee Rd
Making Freud proud at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
13.1.08
El Forum
Qué pasó con Monterrey after-Forum? Y los que trabajaban en él? Y pior: los que rateaban dinero de ahí, ahora de dónde lo sacan?
Están todos de vacaciones en el planeta "Denial" ...o es como si nunca hubiera pasado?
Tiru-riru
Tiru-riru
La Dimensión Desconocida at: jossbot@hotmail.com
Están todos de vacaciones en el planeta "Denial" ...o es como si nunca hubiera pasado?
Tiru-riru
Tiru-riru
La Dimensión Desconocida at: jossbot@hotmail.com
8.1.08
10 cosas que extraño de méjico hoy
1. Que haya gueyes que te pongan la gasolina en las gasolineras (o gasolinerías, por qué no?)
2. Que esos mismos gueyes luego te hagan el feo por los $3 pesos de según-tú propina que les das
3. Los chocokrispis
4. El Sony Entertainment Television ajúa!
5. El Santa Claus que mi mamá pone todo Diciembre y Enero en el baño "de visitas"
6. 5 tacos + "coca de dieta" por $20 pesos
7. Que existan los piquetes de zancudos
8. Usar la palabra "zancudos"
9. El caldo de verduras de mi mamá para cuando tengo dolor de panza
10. El anuncio media-nochero de "tu marido trabaja con una mujer güera?..."
Ahhh méjico mágico. Aunque ahorita bien que no cambio mi nieve cochina citadina desparramada por todas partes y ensuciando mis jeans mientras voy caminito a la escuela :)
PD. Sí me cambié el pelo a "brunette". Y les debo las fotos porque aún me da miedo verme al espejo. Buenas noches (Bimbo) tengan todos ustedes.
2. Que esos mismos gueyes luego te hagan el feo por los $3 pesos de según-tú propina que les das
3. Los chocokrispis
4. El Sony Entertainment Television ajúa!
5. El Santa Claus que mi mamá pone todo Diciembre y Enero en el baño "de visitas"
6. 5 tacos + "coca de dieta" por $20 pesos
7. Que existan los piquetes de zancudos
8. Usar la palabra "zancudos"
9. El caldo de verduras de mi mamá para cuando tengo dolor de panza
10. El anuncio media-nochero de "tu marido trabaja con una mujer güera?..."
Ahhh méjico mágico. Aunque ahorita bien que no cambio mi nieve cochina citadina desparramada por todas partes y ensuciando mis jeans mientras voy caminito a la escuela :)
PD. Sí me cambié el pelo a "brunette". Y les debo las fotos porque aún me da miedo verme al espejo. Buenas noches (Bimbo) tengan todos ustedes.
Google-ing Mexique
The first thing that comes out on Google after typing "Mexique" hahahaha
PENI-CACTUS
Peni-cactuses And Other Rare Species at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
PENI-CACTUS
Peni-cactuses And Other Rare Species at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
Niños En La Rosca™
My favorite holiday is here! Well, this was supposed to be written on the 6th but you know these things... anyway, let's pretend it's Sunday and that Hillary hasn't cried on TV yet :)
January 6th is the "King's Cake" or "Magic King's Round Cake" or "The Mystical Colorful and Rainbow Brite Jesus Cake" Day (formerly known as Rosca de Reyes au Mexique) and what makes it so special is the fact that Tiny Baby Jesus (playing with his tiny Baby Einstein) never picks to be in my part of the cake ...until now!
The tradition goes like this: you buy one of these once-in-a-year cakes, you go home and make hot chocolate, you spend the whole day calling the family and wondering whether someone will be nice enough not to tell you to eff-yourself-I'm-not-going-anywhere on this amazing day... until some Baby Jesus miracle happens and everyone gets finally together to cut the cake... the trick is, just like SINS, tiny baby Jesus-es are hidden all over the cake and you have to stay away from them (although technically to get them is synonym of good luck but it's more amusing the other way). Plus, the reason we stay away from them is because whoever gets them, has to throw a party for everyone on Feb 2nd (another Holiday, this one about "tamales" woohoo!).
Anyway, that's the story... what happened this time was awesome: So I've been cutting the cake for like 20 years and I had never gotten the damn baby and even though I was saved from buying tamales for everyone, I always felt a little bad because I mean, if Jesus is not picking my part of the cake it means I must've done something evil, right? Well, this year I must've been really good (or maybe they were just looking somewhere else) because I got both of the babies from the cake!! Wooo I'm waiting for a great double-blessed year.
Here are some pictures, I'll spare the details so you can just enjoy the amazingness of the moment. If you have time (and no decency), check out the weird "baby bottom" on the little kid... Biblical porn!! jijiji
PS. The knife in the last picture has a scary reflection of The Boyfriend. I wonder if that's a premonition of some kind...
Intuitions And Girls Killed By Boyfriends With Knifes at: jossbot [at] gmail [dot] com
January 6th is the "King's Cake" or "Magic King's Round Cake" or "The Mystical Colorful and Rainbow Brite Jesus Cake" Day (formerly known as Rosca de Reyes au Mexique) and what makes it so special is the fact that Tiny Baby Jesus (playing with his tiny Baby Einstein) never picks to be in my part of the cake ...until now!
The tradition goes like this: you buy one of these once-in-a-year cakes, you go home and make hot chocolate, you spend the whole day calling the family and wondering whether someone will be nice enough not to tell you to eff-yourself-I'm-not-going-anywhere on this amazing day... until some Baby Jesus miracle happens and everyone gets finally together to cut the cake... the trick is, just like SINS, tiny baby Jesus-es are hidden all over the cake and you have to stay away from them (although technically to get them is synonym of good luck but it's more amusing the other way). Plus, the reason we stay away from them is because whoever gets them, has to throw a party for everyone on Feb 2nd (another Holiday, this one about "tamales" woohoo!).
Anyway, that's the story... what happened this time was awesome: So I've been cutting the cake for like 20 years and I had never gotten the damn baby and even though I was saved from buying tamales for everyone, I always felt a little bad because I mean, if Jesus is not picking my part of the cake it means I must've done something evil, right? Well, this year I must've been really good (or maybe they were just looking somewhere else) because I got both of the babies from the cake!! Wooo I'm waiting for a great double-blessed year.
Here are some pictures, I'll spare the details so you can just enjoy the amazingness of the moment. If you have time (and no decency), check out the weird "baby bottom" on the little kid... Biblical porn!! jijiji
PS. The knife in the last picture has a scary reflection of The Boyfriend. I wonder if that's a premonition of some kind...
Intuitions And Girls Killed By Boyfriends With Knifes at: jossbot [at] gmail [dot] com
5.1.08
Brunettes
This week the real question comes down to: Do redheads have more fun?
We shall find out since I'm doing my hair again but I'm going brunette this time. Oh god.
I opened my little heart and told Jason The Boyfriend that all I really wanted was not to look average hahha ohh girls!
Wait for the pictures.
Blonds suck at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
We shall find out since I'm doing my hair again but I'm going brunette this time. Oh god.
I opened my little heart and told Jason The Boyfriend that all I really wanted was not to look average hahha ohh girls!
Wait for the pictures.
Blonds suck at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
The Department Of News
... or Chicles En El Pelo™
ONE
So, the stupid government decided to finally put down the eggnog and communicate with us: "Need Further Information" it said. Ohhhh, merde!
I don't even know what my true feelings are on this one yet. I'm trying really hard not to fall into temptation and lose it, so the provisional thought will be "More to come".
TWO
The bright bright great State of Illinois went smoke-free on Jan 1st.
Now instead of breathing smoke in indoor places, we'll breathe smoke while walking on Michigan Avenue... Ok wait, I'm being a party-pooper on this one, this is actually ama-za-zing.
THREE
On Wednesday I happened to look at my crazy Frankenstein finger (since most of the time I try to avoid it because it reminds me of the good outdoor times) and I discovered this huge bruise-bump-like thing. (Aw my baby, I shall now know you by the almost-dirty name of "The Finger Thing")
It looks like like my quite-dead nerves had a crazy party and didn't know what to do with the garbage at the end. Seriously. And the best part is that it's Saturday and it's still there! Plus, my dad just e-mailed saying his health insurance JUST discovered I'm not 22 anymore so they kicked me out of the family plan. Poops.
There's nothing like being an illegal alien with no job, no means to get a legal job, no health insurance, a living bump on its operated finger, and an unstoppable necessity to whine about everything that goes wrong :)
So, hows the new year treating you all?
Scary stories at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
ONE
So, the stupid government decided to finally put down the eggnog and communicate with us: "Need Further Information" it said. Ohhhh, merde!
I don't even know what my true feelings are on this one yet. I'm trying really hard not to fall into temptation and lose it, so the provisional thought will be "More to come".
TWO
The bright bright great State of Illinois went smoke-free on Jan 1st.
Now instead of breathing smoke in indoor places, we'll breathe smoke while walking on Michigan Avenue... Ok wait, I'm being a party-pooper on this one, this is actually ama-za-zing.
THREE
On Wednesday I happened to look at my crazy Frankenstein finger (since most of the time I try to avoid it because it reminds me of the good outdoor times) and I discovered this huge bruise-bump-like thing. (Aw my baby, I shall now know you by the almost-dirty name of "The Finger Thing")
It looks like like my quite-dead nerves had a crazy party and didn't know what to do with the garbage at the end. Seriously. And the best part is that it's Saturday and it's still there! Plus, my dad just e-mailed saying his health insurance JUST discovered I'm not 22 anymore so they kicked me out of the family plan. Poops.
There's nothing like being an illegal alien with no job, no means to get a legal job, no health insurance, a living bump on its operated finger, and an unstoppable necessity to whine about everything that goes wrong :)
So, hows the new year treating you all?
Scary stories at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
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