Happy Thanksgiving!

It has been a week - a week of good and a week of really, really bad (so bad, I can't even write about it.) 

We are staying in Idaho for Thanksgiving - we are so fortunate to have been invited to celebrate Thanksgiving with my co-worker Kelly's family. This is the first time that I am not celebrating with my family or the Hughs family, eek,

Last night we had a girls night with my other co-workers, it was a lot of fun we had pizza and went to a movie.  The movie theater here reminds me of The Valley theater in Portland.  $4 for an adult, $2.50 for kids - $1 popcorn - the entire event was under $20, so fun and affordable.  We saw, Free Birds, a movie about turkey's who are trying to avoid becoming the main course at Thanksgiving.  The hopped in a time machine and went back in time to the first Thanksgiving.  This movie was one of those movies where the adults spend the entire movie exclaiming that this part is taken from an older movie, and trying to figure out who the voices for the characters were.  While the kids were enthralled in the story.

Friday, my friend Kristin is supposed to be in Boise - we are trying to meet-up.  It would be so much fun to see her, her oldest son is one of my former students.  I love that I can still be friends with parents from those years.

I love living in Idaho!!

Little Dragon

I was inspired to write this poem about a student I had in my class a long time ago.  I wrote this while participating in the Oregon Writing Project.  It is funny how much a person's life can change in 4 years, the great part is the poem I posted below this one was also written at OWP and I guess I followed my dream in the poem.  I just have to keep remembering to live my life for me and Maggie.

Little Dragon

I see my father walk away,
his hand raised as he
loads the helicopter and flies to Iraq.
For me, my childhood is gone.

This dragon I draw breaths fire on the bad people in Iraq.
He will keep my dad safe, I think.

My mother is crying her tears can be
heard through two doors.
The noise keeps me awake.
I feel sad.

The dragon I see is kind, it loves my mom and protects
our house from bad, while dad is gone.
I worry.

The alarm goes off, I hop out of bed,
dress, eat, brush teeth, do chores and
I am out the door.

The dragon breathes yellow fire.
It protects me and watches over me.
I feel safe.

I'm a Poet and I know it - bwhahaha

I want my own story...

I want my own story,
I want my own excitement,
I am tired of living vicariously through others/
I am bored in my own skin,
How do I change?
Where do I begin?
What will I look like if I become someone else?
Who do I want to become?
I want to rebel...