Go, Go, Go…

Life has been blurry with the move from Denver to Portland. DB reminded me to be in the moment, love the ones your with, stop worrying and say goodbye. It was fun to see everyone and I needed all the support from hugs, children’s books, offers to help pack, money, gifts, meals, texts, FB messages, cards, alcohol and all the people who held back tears for me. Thank you.

Ivyn’s favorite little girl. She sang to Ivyn and they held paw and hands before saying goodnight.

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Ivyn likes to steal his hat and run around the yard shaking her head left to right. FB chases… hehehe…
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One last walk at Standley Lake with my mom, Sadie Angel and all the memories we’ve made since childhood.
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My yoga studio for the past 3 years. Qiflow will be missed and all the inspiring instructors!
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Packing glassware is tedious and brutal! Glad my little trickster was around to remind me to play. …and pop the bubble wrap!
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Saying goodbye to my garden and Ivyn got to “dig, dig, dig” her little heart out.

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Finally got the courage to get my Sailor memorial tattoo. Thanks bro for helping me through it! Anchor is for my Chesapeake Bay Retriever whom I still miss so much. He gave me strength, perserverance, and protection to carry with me.
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Rhubarb coming in strong. I hope someone makes good harvest of it!

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Dad tries to be tough with her, but she melts his heart. He’s a softy, we know it!
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The movers gave me total stress and a panic attack. Scammers, liars, and nightmares are how I will describe them in my report to the BBB. I hope all our worldly possessions will make it back to us. I’m glad I’ll never be a first time mover ever again in my life, it was awful!
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Thank goodness my mom took time off work to help me deal with all the trouble. This is our special lake, been coming here since I was a kid.
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Our home, the “Hoe House.” So many happy times and growing pains to move away from.
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Goodbye, Denver! xoxo

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Goodbye PBA!

I had to say goodbye to my 5th graders last Friday.  Goodbye to the 80 colleagues I have spent 5 years of trials and moments of glory with.  Goodbye to the woman who has vacuumed my classroom floor for 2 years.  Goodbye to sharing a wall with the same fateful friend or 5 years.  Goodbye to my classroom, where I started as a first year teacher.

My joke for the day was to walk by frowning faces and strong hugs and say, “Summer break!”  The only given phrase that will always make any teacher or student smile….or roll their eyes.

I held my tears back until the last bell of the day.  The kids swarmed me with hugs and I had to shoo them away before their buses left without them.  My heart felt very heavy that I had to leave them before the school year was over.  I promise this, I did give them every piece of me for the time that I was with them.  I know that their substitute will have a rough time with this group, she has no idea how special they all are.  I still miss them now. 

The regular happy hour crew met me for one last “PBA FAC.”  Everyone signed an umbrella for me, fitting for Portland.   One teacher friend, “Little Lammie” gathered notes and pictures from students in all grade levels in the school.  I still haven’t opened the cards, but I appreciate everyone who helped make that day special.  I needed even the smallest supportive gesture more than you know. 

Now, one hard part, my last day at work in Denver, is over.

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Cayonlands Half and 31st Birthday

My first half – marathon experience will forever be best described as fun, positive and successful.   My friend Betty helped coach me with training, nutrition, recovery, and logistics.  She’s not the only part of our team, though.  Mr. Paul, the best dog sitter anyone could ask for, took care of my puppy on every long run.  Mr. Paul also conferred with us on pre and post – run rituals including reflection on training, evaluation of supplements and hydration.   Ivyn was my motivation and Dain Bassett, ever present in my every blinking thought and beat of my heart, supported it all! 

Race day was exhilarating.   We dressed up for St. Patty’s Day, my birthday and the completion of a journey.  Dain Bassett joined us for the finale, which made crossing the finish line so much more enjoyable.  

I loved this experience.   Plans already in the works for running another half – marathon over Labor Day weekend in Portland wine country! 

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