back in business!

I’m back! I almost forgot my own url. I typed “hellojello” into chrome’s search bar and then I realized, it’s been too long. I must admit, I’ve been too caught up yelping, basking in the glory of being a yelp elite (thank you! please hold your applause), that I’ve neglected my beloved blog and most importantly, my fans who’ve so passionately followed my site and gave me some hits (which, I’m sure, is never more than 20).

In any case, I found this adorable fabric pattern blog, sproutdesign.

This color goes so well with my blog colors. I wonder if I can have it as my background…

If I had a daughter, I would dress her up in this little cutie. And it has pockets!

Back to school after this weekend! I’m excited for good food, Robert Reich, and resuming the Edible Schoolyard!

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hands and feet

Our love is smaller than we know it.

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

 

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no place like home

weekend recap:

1. fantastic mr. fox with cousin

In a word–FANTASTIC. So witty, laugh-out-loud funny, and aesthetically brilliant! and can’t help but love the catchy soundtrack, with Jarvis Cocker!

Looks just like him!

2. black friday with prairie

Nestle was giving out free cookies at the mall. We sprinted down the escalators and extended our hands out to the lady. She looked at us and asked, “Are you girls 18?”

I’m going to embrace my youthful face. Therefore, I can get away with buying one of these babies.

3. Mexico with parent’s church

We were driving to Mexico and the pastor was sitting in our van. My dad made a sudden stop and a whole bunch of empty corona bottles rolled to his feet. He picked them up and asked, “Are these yours?”

“Not mine! I promise!” –Mom

My dad loves his walkie-talkies. Once we hit Mexico, he would yell “¬°Que Paso!” and try to interrupt people’s conversations. He told me it’s the funnest to use at campgrounds.

Here he is, standing really awkwardly with the amigos.

We went to a really poor village farm close to Ensenada. From afar, we saw the carnival cruise ship we were just on a couple months back. It felt weird.

The children can’t speak any Spanish; they only speak their native Indian language because they’re nomadic. One 3 year old boy kept on poking me and saying “cochi! cochi!” but I just shrugged it off.

We walked over to where the pigs are, and I asked, “Que es?” And he replied, “Cochi!” ugh.

“Don’t get too close…they’ll bit your fingers off.” Lean, mean piggies.

We also provided snacks.

It’s something you would find here. And then the world would hate us. No worries–I prayed for everyone’s health and strength.

This is how the Koreans do missions. Spread the love of Jesus through spicy ramen.

¬°Adios Amigos!

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socal love

I had a wonderful weekend with some beautiful ladies from home. They spread the warmth and bliss all around. I realized that socal must be a sunshiney place if it produces such cheerful people like them.

Home in 2 days! Can’t wait!

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winter is here

which means bundling up in coats, stockings, and scarves. Yes, even in 70 degree Cali weather.

beautiful!

my statement piece to a holiday party

I absolutely love the way this sleeve-scarf drapes.

Spot me out on the streets!

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Trophy Wifey

Jamie is going to be a trophy wife. I decided that I wanted to be one too.

Look at me,

wait for me,

follow me…

for there’s a mystique of living behind the gates.

Tune in for the REAL housewives of 2725 Haste.

(no worries–the fine line between trophy wives and dressing well/playboy bunnies will be erased…)

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Love, Live, Life

I got my dose of unrestrained thrill last week:

  • watched the classy cal bears take it away
  • chatted it up with Crixa Cakes, the roomie, and Ziwei
  • stuffed myself with greasy, delicious Chinese food
  • squeezed into my little black dress for the senior girls’ dinner

Sometimes, I can’t help but stop suddenly in the middle of the street and squeal out of pure, childlike joy.

Life is beautiful, even in black and white.

And that means a lot, coming from me.

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