Oww - it hurts to blog!

I'm a bit klutzy.

In a rush to get back to my computer at work and away from the bad smell (?!) in the hallway, I slammed the backside of my hand right into the pointy edge of the desk. Ow! It poked my veins! But no bleeding, just what looks like a big red bump.
If it looks cool enough later, I'll probably take a picture of it. I like showing off my owees. Too bad I didn't take pictures of when I sprained my ankle and it was all swollen and many different colors! Oh, there have been so many injuries I haven't documented, what a shame.

But anyway. This one's not too bad. I'll keep working on new posts. Oh, and I guess I should do my actual "work" too.

Fun with South Park characters

We had a good weekend - much needed sleepytime!

Would you have guessed I've had plastic surgery?

What? Plastic surgery and she still looks like that? Ughhh - what did she look like before?

Well, it wasn't exactly cosmetic - it was necessary. On top of having bad teeth, my lower jaw stopped growing before my upper jaw - giving me the appearance of no chin or an overbite. My mom had the same problem, but in her time the orthodontists just shoved your top teeth back as much as they could to try to get them to line up. But for me, they really thought the only way to correct the problem and have my teeth fit together right would be this surgery.
So at 15 years old, already self-conscious and geeky I figured this could be a good thing. Then the orthodontist referred us to an oral surgeon for a consultation. After scaring the crap out of me with pictures and details of this surgery ("first we break your jaw, then we pull it forward and fill in the space with bone-like plastic...") I was starting to think I'd just go on being chinless. The surgeon then showed me the before and after pictures of people like me who had the surgery, and they did look a lot better, and there were no visible scars. I was starting to lighten up to the idea...
But then he said this.

"I think this surgery is going to really give you a nice profile. And if you decided to get a nose job too, you'd be a real pretty girl."

I was devastated. I think my mom bitched him out. I don't know, I was too busy crying! What an asshole. Anyways, I did have the surgery and it actually wasn't so bad. Being hooked up to a machine with morphine on demand seemed pretty cool. Except it made me nauseous. And having my head wrapped in gauze padding for a couple days wasn't cool. And not being able to eat solid food for a month and a half wasn't too cool either. At least they didn't wire my jaws shut. I had braces at the time so they just put these really tight rubber bands on. I remember my boyfriend at the time and I were pretty excited when I was all healed up and could take the rubber bands off so we could french kiss again. Now my jaw doesn't pop out of place anymore but I do think it contributes to the tooth grinding. I like to call it my prosthetic jaw or my mechanical jaw that has a mind of it's own.
I obviously didn't have the rhinoplasty, but have learned to live with my nose. Fuck him, anyway!


lower mandible augmentation or something

I like these directions - dry rapidly and operate it conveniently (that's a product FEATURE) and NOTE: please take it far away a fire and don't put it on a hot pan...