Posts Tagged ‘moving’


Hey, what up?

So…. I started a new blog. It’s nothing personal. I have been having some frustrations with WordPress for a while. There are some limitations on what I can do without shelling out the moola to do it. I’ve been quietly snooping around for a different hosting site, trying to find one that is still free for my cheap self, but gives me a little more freedom with the blog.

I have also always felt a little awkward posting non-H related stuff on this blog and I find myself wanting to write about more things that I am interested in. I have dearly loved HSquared, but it is time to move on. It’s not you, it’s me. No, really. It’s totally me.

If you’ve enjoyed reading this blog, please hop over and follow my new baby. I think it’s going to be even better.

Thanks, WordPress. It’s been real.

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Still Here!

cough. cough.

blow dust off of H-Squared.

Hey guys, what’s up? So, after my whirl wind of blogging nearly every day in May, I had my last day of work, and then we left to visit a dear friend of mine in St. Louis, and just got back on Monday and now (AHHH!!) we’re moving! So, posts the next week or so may be a little spotty. Bear with me. I will get back to regular posts. And I can’t wait to tell y’all about St. Louis!


PS. Also, So You Think You Can Dance is on which makes me a little distracted when I’m trying to write posts.



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3adf6-blogeverday Day 24, Friday: Your top 3 worst traits

I hate this prompt. It feels like a way of sneaking compliments out of readers. I want y’all to promise that you will NOT try to reassure me or compliment me or do anything to argue against the traits I’m listing. If you can’t promise that then stop reading now and just go look at baby pictures.

  1. I can be very ungracious. It’s awful and one of the things that I dislike the most about myself and, consequentially, it’s the thing I am always striving to change.
  2. I am selfish. I am, and have always been, very reluctant to share my things and share my people. The people I love I want to keep all to myself and not lend out to others. Same with my stuff. Do not mess with my stuff.

God, we’re not done yet? This is awful.

3. I shut down when I am unhappy. It’s is Ken’s number one complaint about me (I would guess). I go through a period when  I need to process whatever is going on before I can get to the part where I’m ready to take about it. I have it on good authority that it can be very frustrating, but it’s how I am.

Phew! In other news, I only have one more week of work! I am super excited to be moving on to the next chapter and to go back to doing what I love best and spending my days with who I love best.

tumblr_mn3q5llUV11qdrf5co1_500Packing is driving me craazay! We’re at that stage where the apartment is a mess. All the time. And there’s nothing I can do about it. And it’s just making me batty. But Puzzle and the girls think it’s awesome! There are so many new places to play.


tumblr_mna4q5KQ8C1qdrf5co1_500First time we moved and now. 🙂

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Here is a quick video tour of our new apartment. Ken went over to the school a couple of days before we officially moved (TODAY!!!) and took a video tour, complete with commentary, for you guys. Isn’t he the sweetest? I will post updates as furniture moves in, decor goes up, and it becomes infinitely cuter! Hopefully, it will someday be almost as cute as my babies.  Almost.


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  • I have moved 8 times in the last 10 years and I hate it. I am so thrilled that we have a 5 year contract at the school and will not have to move for a substantial amount of time.
  • I am going to miss our neighborhood so much! We are currently living 10 minutes away from the house I lived in as a child. The girls took their first swim lessons where I took my first swim lessons (198), have gone to baby play where I took community classes, and have played in swings that I have played on. I love the full circle-ness of it all (199) and will be sad to move away from it.
  • Haley’s over-sensitivity is totally hereditary. I am the exact same way, especially if I am stressed out. Good thing Ken and Hazel are so constant (200).
  • As convenient as the computer is for writing, I still have a love affair with pen and paper. It is my preferred method of writing. I love the way ink looks as it hits the paper wet and shiny, then slowly dries to opaque. I also love the sound of pen moving over paper.
  • There is the possibility that I may get to teach dance at the new job as an extracurricular class. That is my first love of teaching. Dance has always been such a rewarding/cathartic experience for me. I love getting to pass that joy onto others.
  • There is nothing as healing as holding a little hand. Yesterday, my sister-in-law and niece came over, initially so Ken and I could pack and she would watch the girls, but I was having a hard day and hang out with them instead. At one point we went to go get coffee and my niece and I went for a walk, her little hand in mine (201). Those few, sweet moments were the best at making me feel not so stressed/sad/exhausted.
  • I want to find a really great friend in McMinnville. Seriously. My two closest friends live really far away from me. One is 2,000 miles away and the other lives in a different country (and she and I have not actually met face to face). I love them both, but I want a great friend that I can go have a coffee date with without having to take an airplane to get there.
  • It has been a long standing tradition of mine to have Gilmore Girls playing in the background while I pack up the apartment. There is something very soothing about that continuing even though many other things in my life are different.

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We went to the PSU Farmer’s Market with our new young family friends on Saturday.

We ditched the jogging stroller because moving it through the crowds of people is oh, so slow and I get so frustrated. Also, the H’s don’t nap in the stroller. And it makes for a rough nap day because you have to go when the market first opens before it gets stupid crowded and you have to wait 10 minutes in line to get ANYTHING (I’m not exaggerating. I know the all caps makes it sound like I’m exaggerating, but I’m not). But if you get there just when the market is opening, you can slip in and get some coffee, or an agave cardamom latte, before there’s any wait and then wonder among the booths and look at the crazy colored produce and cry on the inside because in fantasy land you would love to do all your shopping at the farmer’s market, but in reality you can’t afford to and it kills you a little on the inside… Or, you know, something like that. So, no, we don’t usually buy anything at the farmer’s market, other than coffee and Ken’s behemoth of a breakfast, but I love going and looking and smelling.  Where was I going with this?

Oh! We ditched the stroller and put the girls in our Infantino carriers instead. It was so much better. I mean, yes my hips and my back were super pissed at me after two hours, but it was so much easier to maneuver around the market and the girls each took a solid 30 minute nap while we were there, which set us up for some great afternoon naps.

McMinnville is supposed to have a great farmer’s market on Wednesday afternoons. And did I mention McMinnville is in the middle of wine country? What? You didn’t know Oregon had a wine country? Well, we do, my friends, and it’s starting to rival Napa’s. Oh, snap! My hope is that we’ll be manage to sneak out of work early every once in a while to go to the farmer’s market.  And next summer I would love to have Saturdays when we pile the girls into the car first thing in the morning, come up to Portland, have fun in the farmer’s market, maybe go to the zoo, or the children’s museum, and then drive back around nap time. I know. But I’m a firm believer in dreaming big. So I’m dreaming.

tomatoes. I didn’t know tomatoes could be purple.

And yes, I did get a bunch on kale at the market and I made it for dinner with spicy Italian sausage and fettuccine in a light cream sauce. Thank you, Rachael Ray! Y’all can hate her all you want, I will love her until my stomach falls out, or explodes from eating too much food.

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196. The Change is finalized.

I know I’ve been hinting for a while that we have been trying to make a change to improve our financial situation, to improve our overall living situation. Not that where we are has been particularly bad, but we have both felt a little like we were treading water. Ken has been feeling like he could do more work-wise and my world has become very small with being home with the girls.  Not necessarily bad things to feel, but we decided to do something about them.

As of Friday, we have officially been hired as teachers at a private school just outside of McMinnville. McMinnville is about an hour SW of Portland (half way to the beach). Ken will be working with the high school kids and I will be working with the elementary. The school has an on-sight daycare where the girls will be going, and where I could potentially end up as well.

Obviously this means we will be moving. I’m a little sad about that. I love our apartment and our neighborhood. I’m a little sad that we will be leaving the girls’ first home. But I think overall this will be a very positive change for us.

Um… this also means that I have approximately 3 weeks to pack… Who wants to come over and play with the babies while I organize/pack up our apartment?

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