ramblings in between

stanchioned smile

<sarcasm>Braces are so awesome. I think, everyone, if given the opportunity, would jump at the chance to experience the joy that is sporting orthodontic appliances in your mid-twenties (my gosh, I’m in my mid-twenties?!)*. It’s a good way to lose weight, at that. What, with all the things you’re forbidden to eat—porcorn, hard/sticky candy, nuts, gum, anything hard and crunchy, i.e. bread crust—and I’ve eaten all of these things.</sarcasm>

Seriously, the target age group for braces must be a nightmare for orthodontic doctors to deal with. I remember back in middle school, kids were eating all that stuff—mostly the candy—all the time.

At my last orthodontist appointment, I began wearing Class II’s, which has something to do with the heavier wire and the elastics (rubber bands) across my brackets. I also have some latex rubber bands that I have to change about three times a day that are adjusting my bite. I’ve been wearing them for about 5 weeks, and, I must say, the change in my bite is quite noticeable. The shape of my mouth has also changed slightly, and it’s kinda weird looking at myself in the mirror, trying to get used to this evolving smile of mine.

I got a copy of my the photos of my teeth before I got my braces put on. I guess I’ll post the before and after when my treatment is done. Only 11 months more to go, if every thing’s on schedule.

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My 365 Days Project has suffered greatly over the past few weeks. Kendall said I’d get tired of taking photos of myself. . . Still I got a good ways through before I dropped off. Now, I’ll just settle for trying to take a photos of something, if not myself, for the next 30 or so days until January 2, 2008.

Photo of the Day: December 5, 2007

Melody, my favorite barista. She’s like a coffee-bearing pixie.

*My sister was talking with a male acquaintance in a conversation about our relative ages. She told him that I had just turned 25, to which he replied something like, “Twenty-five?! I didn’t know she was that old.” . . . Thanks for that, Jess. I’m sure he meant that I look younger than my years.