PIMP MY RIDE, or my SISTER...

It's New Years Eve weekend (or any other time) and you're up a creek without a sitter? Call my baby sister..

Let's face it there are many good babysitters in this area, no doubt about it... but it's New Years and there are only SOO many girls to go around... So don't be up a creek without a sitter, call my sister. Let's face up to the fact that only a handful of people know she's out there, so let's change that.

 You want Neenah to babysit. Trust me you do. She likes kids, loves them in fact (babies too).. she also loves to clean, and follows directions.. That said (nothing against the other great babysitters in the area)  there is more to her than meets the eye:

 She's agile.. I mean look at the flying camel, double lutz, sitting duck  

 

She's a secret agent , There ain't no cookies being taken out of that cookie jar while you're gone.

 She's fun and taps into her inner child, I mean check out her rockin' Power Ranger shirt 

(don't look at the freak to her right, ok do because I posed that way for the camera)

 She's dated celebrities, that's right.. soak. it. in. 

(so you know she's good with pressure..stupid TMZ) 

 

She cares about foreign affairs and also YOUR kids! 

(I mean protesting in Canada for the Moose Protection scandal of 2009..  

though it wasn't in the news as it should've been)

 

No matter what her credentials, she does love to babysit and is also raising money for her trip to Deutschland this summer, so that in it's self is worth calling her for.

BUT if you're still unconvinced just know that she's MY sister and that is awesome.. so call her nerds. 

 She's open both Friday and Saturday night, takes cash, check, and possibly even a money order.. I'm not about to advertise her number but you know where to reach me to get it.

Tis the Season.

A long time ago in a "land" far, far away.....

LUKE 2:1-7

And it came to pass in those days, 

that there went out a decree from Cæsar Augustus, 

that all the world should be taxed.  (And this ^ataxing was 
first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went 
to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went 
up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, 
unto the city of David, which is called  ^aBethlehem; To be taxed
with Mary his ^aespoused wife, being great with child. 
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished 
that she should be delivered And she brought forth her ^afirstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid 
him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the ^binn....

So this is what happens when I am bored at work, I make Star Wars themed Christmas stories.. I'm actually very proud of my nativity sign I made via "Paint".. But this is not the reason of my post, I'm writing because this is such a special time of year. I have been having issues getting into the Christmas spirit this year, despite watching Muppets Christmas Carol, Frosty or Rudolph and blasting Christmas music in the car (with the exception of O Holy Night that song gets me everytime), it just really hasn't felt right. It really hit me this last Sunday at church with all the wonderful music and then with a great lesson that my friend Janna taught. Everything started to sink in, but it was more of a feeling of peace and gratitude. 

What a wonderful gift that was given when our Heavenly Father sent his only Son to this Earth, for us. I have never really been a mushy churchy person, but I am eternally grateful for the love I feel from my Father in Heaven and I know that the atonement of Christ was for me. What a special time of year this is to be surrounded by so many reminders of the birth of our Savior and the knowledge that he lives and loves unconditionally (something I need to learn at sometime in my life time).


So may this Christmas season mean something to you, whether it be with family or friends, the music and decor, or may it come from the joy of the true meaning.

M E R R Y  C H R I S T M A S !

 

F.Y.I. I'm still human.

**Disclaimer** This post is not pretty.. In fact it's about to make me look nuts.

You might question my motive behind this post, but I'm tired. Tired of no one knowing how carefully I tread on those egg shells.


This is me 3 weeks out of the month.

 The other 8 days look like this:












 I suffer from a condition called PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder), this is a description I found on Google Health:

"The symptoms of PMDD are similar to those of PMS, but they are generally more severe and debilitating. Symptoms occur during the week just before menstrual bleeding and usually improve within a few days after the period starts.

Five or more of the following symptoms must be present:

• Disinterest in daily activities and relationships
• Fatigue or low energy
• Feeling of sadness or hopelessness, possible suicidal thoughts
• Feelings of tension or anxiety
• Feeling out of control
• Food cravings or binge eating
• Mood swings marked by periods of teariness
• Panic attack
• Persistent irritability or anger that affects other people
• Trouble concentrating
• Physical symptoms, such as bloating, breast tenderness, headaches, and joint or muscle pain
• Sleep disturbances "

Though a lot of these symptoms sound like PMS, it's more like this comparison :

PMS








VS.

PMDD












So now that I've welcomed you to my crazy, this is something I've dealt with for a long time and I hate it! But the purpose behind this post is that though I can be a Bee with an itch sometimes, I try my very hardest not to be during this time. I mean when you look at the facts about this disorder you would expect me to want to punch a baby in the face, but I broke that habit years ago.

I try so hard to be happy for you, I try not to snap at you (which isn't always a 100% guaranteed), though sometimes I just want to be by myself I don't because I don't want you to think otherwise of me. So as much as I try, I would hope you would do the same.

Don't avoid me, don't tell me when you know it's that special time "ohh I'm staying far away from you", don't automatically assume I'm going to bite your head off and come into a conversation with your boxing gloves on. That just irritates the crap out of me. (all of which has occurred this week). But please feel free to call me out if I'm being an jerk, sometimes I don't know I'm doing it. I might be upset at you for doing it, but two seconds later I'll want to be your best friend again. That's why I love my BFFFF ERIN PLUMMER.

I am usually a talkative person, but sometimes I am going to be quiet and assess the situation, let me warm up.  If I snap at you, please don't take offense, I will apologize if it's not deliberate. It's nothing against you or anyone (trust me you'd know if it was).

Please don't think this post is a plea for special treatment, just maybe more understanding that I'm not some monster looking for blood, but I try very hard to be a nice girl.