1/29/06
i am currently very proud of my banged-up knees.
i wear the scars and bruises like medals. remnants of mississippi tree-clearing and dry-wall smashing, that spill i took on the asphalt playing killer defense on ivy and burton, recent rock wall mishaps, and volleyball with no kneepads--all these things are evidence, nay, PROOF, that caren is emerging from her cocoon of couch potato-hood and spreading her wings once more in the realm of Doing Stuff.
the knees haven't looked so good since maybe fourth grade. so this year's late resolution is to keep them bruised and beautiful by regularly putting them into some sort of danger. cool.
we'll work on elbows next.