THE END

I am no longer doing this blog.

I have created a new blog. If you keep coming back to this blog you will likely get bored really fast, because nothing is changing.

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Forgotten Iris

FORGOTTEN IRIS

Purple Iris in the morning,
are there roses in the garden?
Ruby noses in the air,
purple Iris still forgotten.

Sweetened fragrance, red perfumed,
tease and taunt on dancing toes.
Lacy petals soft and violet,
bow their heads to sigh their woes.

Written by Amy Lutz Coltrin

Dance Hard

So I understand that while posting some of my poetry, that I let people to see a little bit of what is inside me. Poetry is VERY personal and it really is a baring of your soul. It displays thoughts, emotions, feelings, hurts, and passion. So this poem that I am going to share next is also another one that I wrote when I was 19 yrs old. I was attending Ricks College. Understand that while I was at college, I loved to dance. You could find me and my roommates several times a week at the dance clubs. I even met my husband at a dance club! I loved to dance. I found dancing to be very therapeutic. I enjoyed dancing by myself the most. I hated being asked to dance, since for me I was there to engulf myself in the music. Now, keep in mind I am a 37 yr old mom now. This was my world when I was a teenager a very long time ago. written in 1992

Dance Hard

I want to dance,
dance until I forget
everything.
I want to dance hard,
so hard my head will
roll like a tether ball.
My hair will flog
my face until it bleeds.
My eyes will blur
and only see the ground
spin beneath me.
I want to feel nothing,
nothing but the thump of
the raging music
hard against my ear drums.
My legs will burn
to stop, but I'll dance harder.
Nothing will exist,
not even me.
I will feel nothing
I will think nothing
I will just dance!

Haircuts and Potty Training

Clover has VERY thin, fine hair. It breaks all the time from rubber bands. I have never cut her hair, yet she has the look of scraggly bangs because of her breakage. I decided this morning that I would rather have her have real bangs that look nice, then no bangs that are broke and her hair looking like a big mess all the time. Even when I do her hair, the broken hair up front comes loose and she looks terrible. BEFORE

AFTER....Much better.

We have started potty training this morning. She is doing so well. She wants "potty candy" so she is peeing in the potty all morning long for that candy. Good job! It looks like all 3 of my kids will be potty trained on the first day!