Pizza! Gourmet style.

Last night, we went and hung out at my dad's place and had a pizza cook off. My step-cousin, Jeremy, who, by the way, is a gourmet chef, came into town, and was cooking up a storm. We made the pizzas from scratch, and they were yummy...

I miss his face. He needs to come into town more often! *hint hint*


Goodbye Redness, Hello Ouch to the Chest.

I had my dermatologist appointment and lived. Barely. He gave me a couple prescriptions for the lovely red flaky stuff on my face, so that should be going away soon. But now I have a whole new worry. While I was there, I figured I'd have him check out this freckle, or mole, or whatever you want to call it, that I have had on one of my breasts for almost as long as I can remember. I never thought anything of it, but thought it was a good idea to have it looked at. He said that it was pretty large, and an abnormal shape. Which I knew... but I just thought that happened as my breasts grew. Well, he wanted to shave it off and send it in for testing anyway. That part actually wasn't so bad. The nurse numbed me up really well, and the Dr. had this crazy sharp razor, and literally shaved it right off the top. Didn't hurt one bit. Also, being the morbid person that I am, I had to make them let me look at it. Ya, it was pretty gross, but it was still cool. Now, of course, being the worry wart that I am, I'm most likely going to be a wreck for the next week or two that I'm going to have to wait for the results. It's not as if abnormal cells in my cervix that go away, then come back, then go away, then come back, then try to turn into cancer, then go away, not sure if they've come back yet are enough. I also possibly have to have something wrong with the other girlie area of my body. Nice.