The Yogurt Shoppe

Amy, an acquaintance of mine from work went with me to get frozen yogurt and chat awhile. She's from Iowa, and hadn't had the pleasure of this particular sweet indulgence. We talked about everything philosophical  from writing, to mythology, religion, teaching and politics. We walked away friends. It was one of those meetings when you keep looking at the other person and say "You too!" It was awesome.

I was totally psyched about my outfit today! I've had these pieces forever, and then BAM! it just all came together this morning. I love it cause it looks like ModCloth =)

Crazy, Wavy, Hair

Rachel got a cool, wavy curling iron for Christmas and tried it out on my ruler-straight hair. Here was the result!

Swing Dancing

I must have my shoes on backwards

or on the wrong feet. 

I most desperately am trying 

to keep on beat

And I can feel it quickly coming, 

Your dance is like a storm. 

And I just feel like I'm guessing

With none to warn. 

You whisper in my ear

"My love it isn't me

Its just that you're headstrong 

And hard to lead." 

And you say it smiling 

With warmth inside your eyes

I am blushing, sighing, trying

To escape, but keep in line.

I look up and laugh at you

are you sure you know the steps? 

And you look at me lovingly 

Saying " Don't you give up yet." 

You pull me close, then push away, 

Your feet move quick for me. 

You bend my back, we roll and sway, 

This dance feels like defeat. 

But you say to me, "Oh my love, 

you did better than before.

I know it feels like random chance, 

But its a dance to Heaven's door."