“Bundona”–slang term in 1997, used to describe my rear in Brazil (spelling unknown). Roughly translated, it means big butt owner in Portuguese. I’ve probably mentioned this before. This was either the worst insult or the greatest compliment I’ve ever received, depending on your cultural viewpoint. At the time, I found the comment shocking and not at all a good thing.
These days, however, I’m quite fond of it.
In unrelated news: (or somewhat related) I was thinking back on that first year, when Sam was a baby, and I was working full-time.
I used to come home and wonder why Randy didn’t take better care of his appearance.
These days, it seems like he and I are in a Crazy Hair Contest…and I am pulling into the lead!
I guess, as more important things crop up, or maybe just as priorities change, the way I look matters less and less.
My body has become this vechicle that gets me to where I need to go, to who I want to hold, and what I want to build. 
Life Without Montages 