Let the fun begin. Braces, surgery, and more surgery!!

I'm on the quest to fix my face. Now you might be think, "oh geesh, Alice, you're face is fine, great to stunning even , I'd say." I couldn't agree more. Unfortunately, my friends, underneath this polished shell, i have a osteo-dysfunctional interior.

The Jaw...dun nuh nuh nuh...Come along and hear my tale

Somewhere in my development...or perhaps because my mother punched her stomach whilst I resided in her womb (which I'm sure was deserved)...my bottom jaw decided not to grow in sync with its superior, yet still dysfunctional upper jaw. As a result my mouth does not fit together in the form of an open and overbite.

But why now, Alice? Why when you're 23? That's a good question, I'm glad you asked. Because, my avid reader (who most likely looks and acts identical to an invisible person), I was blessed to have orthodontics in small town called Price, Utah with some idiot city-jumping Dentist who decided to try his hand at fixing my jagged teeth. And when I say jagged, i mean jagged. He did well enough but left me unfinished, yet told me I was finished.

But then a miracle happened...my top permanent retainer broke off. I went into Dr. Brian Graf's office for a consultation (to hopefully just get a new retainer)...oh wait.

He informed me that needed Jaw surgery with abt a year of braces...waaa waa...

This must needs be fixed. I'm going to post the rest of the journey in several posts so that it's not a novel

But here is a big fat before picture...me in my ignorance. You can kind of see how my jaw is back a bit...and how i'm sinning by slot machine

I LOVE Easter.

The candy. The colors. The Artistic Food. And most of all, the affirmation that Jesus lives. He lives. He loves. He actively pleads and fights for my salvation. I'm so grateful for the knowledge that Jesus will always be there for me. Spring is the most perfect time for easter. Everything just feels right and lovely. My knowledge of Christ gives me this same happy, sunny disposition; Everything is at rest.

March Madness

I've got the Madness...got my bracket all filled out, my shoes tied tight, i hope i don't get in a fight...(name that movie!) anyways..i do enjoy the madness of march. mostly because it makes it fun for me... I don't really care when i don't have anything on the line but make it a competition and you have yourself a basketball fan! And I just like to say "Jimmuh Jimmuh." I love BYU.

Weekend Movie

How many times do movies have to tell you?? Love conquers all! Well, just in case you forgot...again....Matt Damon exclaims it to you in his adorable and surprisingly hilarious dialogue in "The Adjustment Bureau." And you know, even more surprisingly, I sauntered out of this movie with extreme gratitude. I now know (with confidence, mind you) how to spell the word "Bureau." Matt Damon, if i could only count the things you've taught me.

Unfortunately improved spelling proficiency is the main remnant this film left me with. So the truth is I approached this movie with expectations that it would carry a certain feeling. I was hoping for a big brother, totalitarian hopeful darkness plot twist. The idea of a secret non-human work force that controls the use of free will intrigued me. Especially considering Jason Bourne as the main character I thought to myself, "Hot Digity Dog!" However, I am disappointed to report that Matt Damon, who plays a New York Senate Hopeful David Norris, is, well, normal. Very adorable, but normal. In this case Big Brother is God and not a very menacing one. And no matter how many times men in hats flicked their fingers to magically make things moved, I felt safe and coincidentally that one word easily summed up the film.

I was taken with the chemistry between Damon and Blunt, but as the plot actually started to move I was dissapointed by its normalcy. What?! This is a show about God's Angels in identity denial and I just found myself saying, "Of course that's what's happening...Of course the Angels need a magical Fedora to travel quickly through downtown Manhattan." As soon as there was opposition and suspense everything feel into place and the conflicts in the plot seemed more to be easily overcome side plots.

The idea was there, the casting worked, but the film as a whole skidded along the surface. I did love the unexpected comedy. Blunt and Damon shared some of the most natural and believable romantic exchanges. But once again, too easy! The lack of depth as whole left me feeling sad for "Adjustment Bureau's" unreached potential. Entertaining for sure. Even more, Damon's devoutness to his soulmate leaves women floating from the movie even more distanced from reality than a Jane Austin story. In fact the film can more easily be categorized as a chick flick disguised as a Conspiracy thriller. When you use a cast as talented as Damon and Blunt in this day of extreme film making go big or go home! Leave safe to the Fast and the Furious. Give us something that can go all the way!

St. Patty's Day

A day where we can all join together in releasing our pent up tension by punishing those who are not wearing green.

In fact, i would submit Sir Patrick, who's association with Ireland began as a captured slave, would have been quite surprised to see the evolution of his holiday. More so to say...What the...?

Let's begin:

Shamrock. We look and say "Hey! Lucky Plant! Worn by Leprachans! Lucky Charms...I'm hungry...go to the store...oh i need milk. A Lucky plant indeed. This was St. Patrick's visual aid in teaching the Holy Trinity.

Wearing Green. St. Patrick says, "Well at first it was blue...but ok. Green's cool i guess."

Association with the Irish. St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain. Hmm... ok but he, like, loved Ireland right? Well... close...He was captured by Irish raiders and sold into slavery in Ireland. Who doesn't love that? He loved it so much that he fled...that's right, fled back to his homeland. He then returned to teach the pagan Irish about Christianity.

Leprechauns. A mischievous magical (pagan) man who runs around, pinching people, and hides his treasures away. Adding to wonderful ideals, if ever caught this child-like man must submit to the human and grant three wishes. However, if the leprechaun is ever allowed to escape, bye bye wishes...Correlation? Both Saint Patrick and Leprechauns are easily slavable. That's right, Slavable. able to be made a slave. In truth, these little men have NOTHING to do with dear Patty. They just give little kids something to do. When i was little i did indeed set a trap with fools's gold to catch a Leprechaun. I swear on my life i caught one. I just forgot to look in the other half of my basket trap. A leprechaun also stole my ring when i was little. Dirt bag.

Evolution from celebrating a Christian saint's death day, to one huge stereotypical celebration of the irish, any thing green and social reticule for faux pas choices of clothing color. BAHA!

I love St. Patrick's Day, but it's just kind of sad that St. Patrick, on his own day, would most likely not be tempted to participate in its most common practices. Drinking. Pinching women. Seeking riches by dominineering over those of equal age but questionable height. Hey i'm 5' 6"...I wear green...although i don't drink, i will most likely partake in green food. I will in enjoy St. Patrick's Day. Thanks for living. I'm just feel like sticking up for St. Patrick...Ireland's most popular slave.