The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Power out at 2:30 am
Power out at 2:30 am Saturday. Lots of rain bands and wind. so far the house is intact and secure. We are still downstairs in the closet / hallway with no windows.