Thursday, May 29, 2014

She Was... A Phenomenal woman




Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   
The curl of my lips.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,   
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,   
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.   
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.   
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,   
And the flash of my teeth,   
The swing in my waist,   
And the joy in my feet.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,   
They say they still can’t see.   
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,   
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.   
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.   
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,   
The bend of my hair,   
the palm of my hand,   
The need for my care.   
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Photo Dump: A Memorable Memorial Day

On the road...
into the mystic
the zen den.
cabin cuteness



Coffee just tastes better when you have the perfect mug.
that little stove. lifesaver.


vignette of the weekend
I used a different plate every time.

Amurica. USA.

Giant Sweatshirt. Giant Chair.
Maybe it was the sugar? But this was the root beer.
I mean...
Sometimes hikes get postponed for good reasons.


And just like that, the wind turns.
Stream or trail? Round one.
Stream or Trail? Round Two.
It was a mighty vertical climb there for a bit.
#13 was just as evil as you would think it would be.
I'm writing a children's book in my head right now.
Fire towers. Always frightening.
I feel like hiking is a great metaphor for life. It can be uphill
and painful at times, but in the end it is always, always worth it.
Hello, Portugal! Hello, Japan!



Hiking down.
Lake life.
cloud watching

Adirondacks, I will miss you and your chairs.
End note: Old Spice Fiji smells like Palm Trees, Sunshine, and Freedom

Some Tuesday Motivation