T-Rex Life.

Butter fingers? Maybe more like... "my fingers never actually touched the object- due to the fact that I was born with miniature arms.Yes, I know, most people have regular arm lengths, so you assumed I had already grabbed the object, but now it's on the ground." 

Awkward moments when you obviously forget your own body dimensions.

Clarification on this whole issue: 

I have the opportunity to work on campus at BYU. Nothing astounding or notable, just a regular part time job. I work in the "Cougar Eat", primarily in the Taco Bell store. 

A few days ago my arms seemed just short of everything. I worked as cashier for a large portion of my shift.I love meeting new people and sharing a brief conversation as they order food, however, the moment they extend their cash or credit card everything becomes difficult:  
I reach out for the payment and to my dismay, even on my tiptoes I cannot easily reach across the register, counter, and to the outstretched customers arm. Many a times the credit card, money, or coupon ends up on the ground and I feel the need to say-

Having short arms isn't the end of the world. I mean, I'm not deformed and at least I have arms, even if they are not as long as I would like. I can reach into small spaces, swim a mean butterfly stroke, and my hand reaches closer to my mouth while eating my ice cream cones. It works. :) 

Here are just a few more pictures that illustrate the hardships of the T-Rex Life-

Every morning:

When I try to share my feelings:

And so applicable to my life here in Provo, my snow angels don't have wings...

Life is good, hilarious, and sometimes embarrassing when I can't reach things... Oh well. :)

Liz