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
Sunday, September 14, 2008
What is let of the back yard. Looks like we have some work ahead of us. I Did get the front yard raked up yesterday. The hum of generators in the neighborhood is a little noisy and we have a stray dog that refuses to leave our back yard.