Better Bald Photos

I got the camera back, and it's time to see some baldness. People keep asking me if I like it. The answer is, "Well, sometimes." I mean, I like the idea of it, and the feel of it. And a lot of the time, I like the look of it. But sometimes I look at myself at some angle and think, "Wow, my head is really round," or "Wow, my cheeks sure look big when I don't have hair." Either way, it's fun.

I don't think Ohio is used to seeing girls with shaved heads, though. Jennifer and I both had independent thoughts that I look girlier with the baldness, because I don't have a boys' haircut. Everyone else, however, says I look much more boyish. *shrug* All I know is that I thought I got stared at a lot before, but apparently I didn't know staring until yesterday. Heh. I can't go /anywhere/! :)

So here is the evidence, sans graininess:

( The classic 'Bald Rock Star' publicity photo. )

( The requisite art photo. )

( There is way too much smiling in this photo. )

Well there ya have it.

Thesis present

I wanted to get something special for Jennifer as a congratulations for finishing her thesis and presenting it. I wanted to give it to her in California after the defence. I busted my brain thinking about it for half a million years and couldn't think of anything that I wanted to get her, that she wanted, that would be special, /and/ would be secretly portable on our trip. I decided, when I kept coming up empty, that I would just wait until the thesis was done, and we came home, and then play it by ear - see what she wanted, see if she saw something on the trip, anything.

Of course, now that we're leaving in just a few short days, I have come up with the perfect thing. And, doubly of course, I think it's too late to pull it off.

When we moved, she lost her favorite ring. It was a gift from her parents for Christmas in 2001, and she really liked it. It really was beautiful (the white gold band with the three small diamonds, if any of you have seen her wear it). She has absolutely no idea where it is, and is upset about it. I don't blame her. I can't imagine where it has gone to. Ugh.

On top of that, it struck me about half an hour ago that I am consumed with love for this woman. Her being gone last week has shown me (greatly) how much I treasure her in my life and how even the simplest things are better with her around. She asked me, when I was sitting on her lap (thesis break) telling her how I'd missed her, to love her forever.

I'd like to replace that ring with something special.

AUGH! There's absolutely no way I can make that happen in time to do it in San Francisco! *bangs head against wall* Why couldn't I have come to this sooner? I am so indecisive, I doubt I could pick something out here in C-bus in time, especially trying to do it on the sly. And anything online (where I could browse and browse) wouldn't arrive in time.

Phooey!