This is a cute poem I found on dancing. It is so true!



Dance is life and the rest is just spare time

....you put on your pointe shoes to reach high places

....you use your swingset to practice your fouettes

....you have fights with gymnasts about who works harder

....you sit in a straddle when you are watching TV

....you have blisters on your feet for life

....your friends are covering up their zits while you try to hide your ugly feet

....your pointe shoes are your babies

....your body cracks loud enough to stop social studies class but you don't hear it

....people mistake you for a rubber band

....you look down all you see is blisters and no toes

....pirouette and fouette are the two main words in your vocabulary

....you point your toes... all the time!

...you dance down the hallway instead of just walking

....you hear Nutcracker music at the mall and start to get nervous

....you do plies and tondus while waiting in line

....watching TV is not a time to relax, it is a time to stretch

....you do grande jetes in the parking lot and down the hallway

....you can't remember a time when your feet were soft and uncallused

....you are well coordinated in dance class but trip over your own feet just walking

....a new leotard makes your whole day

....every hard floor is a place to dance

....you walk with your feet turned out without even thinking about it

....you use every handrail you see for practing

....you carry a bottle of nail polish around to stop those darn runs in your tights

....your dad bought stock in BandAid

....you actually sit up straight in your chair at school

....you hear classical music and you need to dance

....you actually dream of wearing those heavy, expensive, netting-ridden tutus

....the top shelf in your closet is stuffed with your old dance shoes

....you don't think guys in tights is all that unusual

....you have a permanant crease in your hair from all those buns

....you lean down to pick something up and your leg shoots up to a 180* angle

....you not only dance everyday, but also every night in your dreams

....you use more rosin than soap

....you worry about arthritis in high school- and it doesn't even run in the family

....you know more French terms than the kids on the French team

....you really CAN do the can-can

....your wardrobe is filled with T-shirts from dance competitions and performances

....you are stretching for gym and everyone goes, "WHOA!!"

....your kitchen isn't for cooking, its a place to practice the combination you learned last week!

I am...

I am... a daughter of my Heavenly Father.
I know... that my family loves me.
I want... to get an A+ in Algebra
I once... was knocked over by a basketball hoop and broke my arm.
I wish... that I wasn't always so tired.
I hate... having to do the dishes!
I miss... my old friends from Layton and Bountiful. (I miss you Hailey!)
I hear... the beatles song, Blackbird.
I smell... nothing.
I have... a dog, Fiona Lafawnduh.
I crave... a Jamba Juice smoothie.
I search... for happiness.
I wonder... if I am going to get enough sleep tonight.
I regret... not studying for my French test.
I care... about my fam.
I will not... pick at my split ends!
I always... crack my ankles. (I know it sounds weird, but I do it.)
I am not... a cat. (I don't know, what would you put.)
I believe... in life after death.
I dance... more than enough!!!
I sing... rarely!?!
I don't always... make the best choices.
I win... very occasionally. It is ctually quite rare I win anything.
I never... have gone skydiving, but I want to.
I listen... to a lot of different music.
I can usually be found... at my dance studio or at school.
I am happy about... the part I got for the Nutcracker.
I am... a daughter of my Heavenly Father

Birthday!!!

So Saturday was my birthday! YAY! I had a great party on Friday and plenty of fun presents. On Saturday I tried out for the nutcracker. I am a candy cane and arabian. YAY! I am so excited. Then I came home and opened my family's presents. After I got ready I went to Rachel Pearce"s party. When I got home I watched Sydney White. I had a great day!

New blog

I know that your first post is supposed to be like, "Hey, here's my blog . . . this & that. . ." but there is not much more for me to say . . . so . . . yeh? Thanks for visiting it.