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
Monday, May 07, 2007
Passed Myself On the Freeway
I swear I was shooting a church confirmation with 21 families on Sunday in Cypress Texas, shooting a wedding in Huntsville on Monday and had an appointment at 3 pm in Klein Texas, I was going 98 mph on I45 and passed myself on the way home!