Officially Speaking

It's offical, my parents are back!! .... and they are now both sleeping ... hehe. I walk in all excited like a little kid walking into a candy store for the first time, but I find my mom asleep on the couch and my dad asleep on the bed. I get a kiss and a hug from mom, and smile and a kiss from my dad then he flops back asleep. They brought lots of sweets/snacks from the Philippines and clothes and gifts from Thailand. Shirt, perfume, underwear, candy, etc. for me =) The house is going to go back to being a little crazy w/ so much stuff around. Plus she went Christmas shopping in the Philippines/Thailand, so now the living room is covered w/ gifts for the family. So far, I have 14 gifts wrapped, and still counting. Yes, I'm also officially BROKE. =) Now that they're back, I have to sleep in my smaller room, in my smaller bed - booo xP

It's official, Jordan sucks balls at surprises, and he knows it too!! He tells me that he's gotten me 3 gifts for Christmas. Then he looks at my Puma bag and says "Nice bag". I look at him all confused b/c he's seen it before and said he liked it before. So once I figure out his non-welcomed hint, I playfully scream and hit him on the arm b/c he just gave away the fact that he got me Puma sneakers to match my bag.. GRrrRrr.. (I say this w/ a smile). He officially sucks w/ surprises. When he got me a tennis bracelet, he gave another un-welcomed hint and said the gift goes nicely w/ my watch. Duh, I would figure it out. Then he made my Christmas surprise worse by actually confirming it a few hours later w/ a phone call that went something like "Somebody's getting Pumas". Sheeesh. I told him we gotta work on his "surprise me" skills. I'm happy he's getting me sneakers b/c I wanted a pair of kicks and I couldn't decide from all the choices out there. So at least he decided that for me. If I had to guess on his 3 gifts for me, I'd say: the Sex and the City collection of 5 or 6 seasons, Pumas, and this Estee Lauder cream I wanted. Santa's been gooooood to me.. hahaha -- that's b/c I've been nice (...or naughty? hehe, j/k!)

It's offical, I'm an emotional & nostalgic nut. I need a time machine to go back in time >> 1980's. My mom brought back pictures of me when I was 1 years old up until 8 years old. I wanted to cry b/c (1) I don't remember a few of those moments in the pictures and (2) I want to go back to that age where I didn't know better than to play w/ my toys, get my clothes picked out for me, and just enjoy life the way I thought it was -- fun and simple. I could look at those pictures over and over again for hours. Hopefully, someone else will appreciate looking at them other than me and my parents. I had a bangin' childhood and I always would want to return to that age (5 yrs. old) forever if I had a choice. I saw all the toys/dolls/clothes/hairstyles I used to have. There were several pictures where I straight up looked like a boy b/c for some reason my parents chopped my hair exactly like a boys. They didn't understand why they did that either. I remember crying for days. You can't take away long hair from a young girl -- you don't see princesses w/ a "ceasar" or "fade" hehe. Ok, I'm babbling about the past that I can't go back to. Shut up, Jam.

Stayed tuned for an update to this entry b/c I'm crossing my fingers for another offical news coming my way before the week ends.