My parents are so cool. And psychic [it’s because they’re Libras like me…haha]. I got another box from them today. Here are some of the reasons the pwn your face and/or are psychic:
-My dad got me a new camera! Sure, its used. But it works, and that’s what matters. And it’s suprising, since it’s kinda my fault that my new one is broken. So…woooot! [also, they gave me an old memory card from a family camera that broke ages ago…and there are some hilariously old pics on it, good for a trip down memory lane]
-They sent me their heating pad [from the 70s, it’s awesome] for when I get my pains in my shoulder and such like. That will be a life saver. Fo sho.
-My mom sent me Life Expectancy by Dean Koontz, which is one of my favorite books. I’ve read it a few times and I wanted to read it again but it was in Corona. And I don’t remember asking for it from her [I really don’t think I did] but I opened the box and saw it and did a happy dance. She even put a post-it on it with my favorite quote from the book on it…and unless she thouroughly investigated my Facebook page she couldn’t have known from me that it’s my fave.
-Gummy bears! Lots of them. YUMMY YUMMY.
-They sent me a Safeway giftcard [thank goooodness, cuz I need food] and it has oranges on it.
-They also sent me quarters…my dad intended them for a car wash but I’m using them on laundry. [Sorry Dad, but clean clothes comes before a clean car until I have a steady paycheck..I promise to get it washed after I do laundry tho!]
Anyway…uhh…I love my parents. And I guess they read this now. Which is cool but also frightening. Because now they are more aware [probably] that I’m a potty mouth and such like. =/
But they probably knew that anyway.
On an unrelated note…
Jacob asked what I want for my birthday. Too bad he can’t get me an orange iPod Nano. Haha. That’s the only thing I want this year. And maybe a winning lotto ticket. ;]
Sooo I dunno. He’s just gonna get me church materials but I don’t know what else he’s gonna be able to get me. He’s gotten me a lot of church stuff…between my 18th and Christmas. And I don’t need any more Nicaragua souveneirs. Meh. We’ll see what he comes up with. I’m happy with a card, personally. I’d like to see his handwriting. That’s what I’ll tell him. “Jke, for my bday I want to see your handwriting in my mailbox.”
Oh! And I feel like bragging about Justin [my cousin] who pwns your face when it comes to football. He ran a 22 yrd touchdown last week, and that’s pretty amazing if you ask me. So go him! Apparently he had an Opa moment afterward, which I totally understand. I’ve been having a lot of those lately…the past couple of weeks, that is.
Anyway, I think this blog has gone on long enough.
Thanks again for all of y’all who read and comment and such like. [I say “and such like” way too often…blame Stephen Sondheim…I’m not even kidding. Pirelli says it in the OBC of Sweeney Todd and now I say it all the time!]