We put the Christmas decorations up the other day.  We put the stockings up last year but this is our first year to put up a tree.  It’s just an old tree my mom had around her house so it’s nothing fancy.  Actually, it’s kind of crappy.  If you look at it closely you can see inside the middle of the tree and tell that it is very fake. Oh well.

I went to the IBR Plasma Center Saturday with Kyle to try to donate plasma again. You have to weigh at least 110 to donate so I had been eating a ton to try to weigh enough.  So we got there and I was only 108.6 pounds so I didn’t get to.  They told me to come back if I gain a few pounds.  But I don’t see that happening any time soon.  I’m already back down to almost 100 again somehow.  No good.  So I guess I’ll never get to have my own money.   I had big plans for the money that would be mine.  So since dad went with me to ZLB Plasma Center the first time, he got it into his head that we must be really poor and starving to death since I want to donate plasma for money.  He was like, “I can loan you some money if you need it, you don’t need to do this.”  I told him I don’t know how many times that we’re fine and I just wanted a lil extra money of my own. So I get a phone call from my grandma today asking if we were ok and if I needed money.  I was like, “no, we’re fine.” And kept asking, “are you sure? I can take you grocery shopping, does Kaden have enough food?”   What is it with people thinking we’re on the verge of starvation just because I wanted to donate plasma?! I just wanted to, ok! Damn.