Today has got to be one of the busiest shifts at work EVER!!! This is all because of a dislodged IVF on a newborn. That was the only time I wished I could split my body, not only in half but into four.

Eighty-fifth: Alleluia! The Savior is born.

December is finally here!!! :) Hurray!!! :) I can never contain how happy I am because I have been eagerly waiting for this month to come. This is really the happiest and jolliest time of the year. I am always set in a good mood. I see myself kinder, more giving and considerate, and even more hopeful for beautiful things to come and happen. :)

Just last week, I went gift shopping for my family, relatives and friends. You know this is the moment when money spent never matters because the joy you receive from the wide beams of the people around you are priceless. I love the many times you get together with your family and friends, catching up over finger foods while exchanging holiday stories and laughter. Everyone's just really happy. And the MOST important thing, above all, is that my, your, our Savior is born. It's amazing how people of different race, gender, and culture have an equal denominator-- Jesus is born to redeem the world. No matter how contrasting your beliefs are with people from another country, one thing stands true: We all rejoice for Jesus's birth. Our knees bend and our hands lifted in prayer and thanks for this universal fact. :)

Our tree theme: red and blue.

Eighty-sixth: The Year That Was I

Truly, there is NEVER a dull moment when my ONLY nephew is around. :) His laughter and energy is contagious. He is full of ideas, all amazing and weird rolled together. I am so happy for the times he is around. :)

Eighty-fourth: I am a bad girl.

I will always have good words for Angelina Jolie no matter what is said against her. She is a woman of substance and style. She talks less, thus the public knows less; but when she does, it's profound. I gather, from the video, she can talk about almost all things without shedding a tear but her mother. You would know she was raised well. A woman can never get enough of a mother's love.

Thank you, Ms. Angelina, for letting us hear your thoughts. You are loved.

Eighty-third: Pinch-worthy arms

The song goes, "I've got it from my momma." Funny how that line's stuck in my mind. I miss my Mama very much. There are days I find myself awake in the middle of the night wishing we were lying together on the bed, in the same room. There's a feeling of security when I'm with my best friend and mother. When I'm sick and in distress, I wallow in self-pity and send her numerous text messages saying how I'd get better when she'd take the first flight the next morning. Of course, that's almost impossible. If I feel like ranting, there's no better person to turn to than mama. There's no fear of judgment. I say what I want when I want to and she'll just listen. :)

I fear the times and days we spent apart are so long. There are so many things I would want to do with her. There are so many words left unsaid and stories left untold. But I worry not, she knows I will ALWAYS have her back as she is with mine. :)

These were all early-morning shots.

And then the fun begins...

Then there's art all over...

For some things weird and peculiar, I've got you covered.

 

 Please do not kill me, elevator shots are a must.

Of course, it's necessary to include these...