The Scampering Horse

I was going to review the movie I saw on Thursday, but I couldn't remember what it was. A lot has happened to me since then. I went to a training in Omaha on after school programs, which are now referred to as After School Enrichment programs. It was awesome. I took a class on performing arts, where I learned about programs that will allow for stop animation, as well as circle time, theater games, visual arts and storytelling. Sidney doesn't have a performing arts after school program, but I can incorporate a lot of the ideas into the programs already existing.  I also accidently went to a poetry class, where we talked about how to teach poetry. I loved it, but I love poetry. So maybe my accident was very intentional. Here is my poem: I'm From Green chili roasting and scrambled eggs steam  wafting thorugh my bedroom keyhole- the door without a knob. The morning sun streaming through cracked windows that won't  exactly open, and won't exactly close

I went to a movie again. 9pm showing of "If I Stay..." or is it "Should I Stay?" The internet confirms "If I stay." My group of 7 gals were the only ones in the theater. We had 6 buckets of popcorn between us. It was a bit much, but when a popcorn and soda refill are only $3.00, you don't argue. You just buy it, and have leftovers. I missed most of the previews. There was a football one that looked fun. "When the Game Stands Tall." I always like football movies. Something about those lights on the field and all the locker-room talks. It is just beautiful. I like football movies better than football. I like baseball movies even more than football movies. But, I digress. "If I Stay" has a girl named Mia. She is very beautiful, and very cello-y. As in, she plays the cello-that wondrous instrument that pretty much sings perfection.  If I were going to rename this movie I would call it "Cellist Choices" "The Rocker

Only two kinds of people are up at 5 am. Homeless people, and runners. We share those early morning hours, and acknowledge each other. For now, I am a runner. Even though, I say I am a runner, I don't feel like I am a runner. I feel like I am a writer, a mom, a Mormon, a New Mexican, and an animal lover. If running went away, I think I would still be me. I could fill the need for physical activity with hiking, yoga, basketball, or other exercise.  If I took away the other things, I would need to re-define myself. Back to running. Last Saturday I ran a half-marathon. It is a very unfortunate name for a long, hard distance. I think 21K would be more appropriate. Also a 13.1 miler, would be fine. Putting "half" at the beginning of such a daunting distance is disrespectful, and I choose to be offended. I have been training for this race since June. All of the runs except one have been early morning runs. I ran 4-5 times a week for most of the summer around 5:30am. O