Buffalo or BUST!

I'm going to Buffalo at the end of the month. For a few reasons. But mainly because I CAN. I want to go. I haven't been there in 3 months. I know that's not that long. But I want to go. I'm flying up. I'm trying to make this as easy for me as I can. You might remember (depending on how long you've been reading my dribble) that on my way home from Buffalo in October I was rear ended by a FREIGHT LINER. So I'll fly this time. I'm taking a direct flight from BWI to Buffalo about an hour flight. Much better then a 6 hour drive. I'm stoked! I can't wait to see my Buffalo family (who aren't family at all) and relax. Hopefully this will be a good trip. Soccremom and Mr. Soccermom have big plans for me. THEIR plans and the plans of the rest of my Buffalo family (Mr. Soccermom's parents, sister, and GRANDPARENTS, what can i say they are very invested in my life) think I should MOVE there. Get a job, met a nice guy (who they plan to introduce me to that weekend) and get married and live happily ever after in Buffalo. That is THEIR plan. My mom feels the need to remind me before i leave for Buffalo EVERY TIME that I LIVE in YORK and that is not near BUFFALO. and that I NEED to come HOME to YORK not BUFFALO.


So I'm heading north in January. To a place that got 20 inches of snow the other week. I hate snow. I hate cold. Major deters for moving there. Soccermom reminds me that it only snows in the winter there. Fantastic. She leaves out that winter lasts 4-5 months. This is strictly a visit. I'm interested to meet the mystery man (in their defense they have wanted me to meet him since their wedding and I've only been up once since then and he was away) and see what all the fuse is about. Mr. Soccermom's mom Moma Smith, thinks mystery man and i would make "such a cute couple". She just wants me to move to Buffalo so she has more kids to worry about :) Love you Moma Smith! apparently Soccermom knew it was destiny when she saw the insane amount of Ketchup he uses. She called me and said and i quote "He puts the ketchup right on his fires. All over them like you do. He uses so much kethcup I thought he was you! I'm totally buying you guys a huge vat of ketchup for a wedding gift." GREAT. We shall see. He might not even be around this time. He better I can't fly up every few months. I'm not made of money.


I'm not saying I wouldn't move there. I've thought about it. It's not to far away from Home. only 2 more hours then college. flights aren't to bad. I'm not saying I would NEVER do it. I have thought about it. It could be fun. a new place. new people. But at the same time i know people. I have a family foundation. An open invite to Sunday brunch at Moma Smith's house and all other family functions. that's nice. Comforting. but moving there? I don't know. We shall see. Maybe mystery man and i will hit it off. fall madly in love and then we shall see. More then likely The same old same old will happen and that'll be it. That's my luck.

Best hour of TV EVER!

And it wasn’t even during prime time. I couldn’t believe my ears. A whole hour devoted to what? Did she really just say that? 15 feet? WOW. Martha Stewart had me flabbergasted (that word isn’t used nearly enough) FLABBERGASTED. Now I’m not your typical demographic target audience for the MS show, or maybe I am. Mid twenties, likes to cook and decorate, oh god I’m the target audience. Geez Martha aim higher. I’m more the Dog the bounty hunter’s target audience. Wait maybe I need to aim higher. Anywho. Back to MS. First I don’t typically watch her show. That’s not a lie. Not like when I say I don’t typically eat a whole bag of chips and half a cake. That’s a lie. I typically do that. I don’t mind the MS show; I just get a little tired of her demeanor and her high flatulent attitude. That’s great Martha; I’m thrilled for you and your beehives. I’m glad you have 5 houses. Wow really you raise your own sheep and make yarn out of their wool to cloth children in third world countries all in a weekend, while painting a house and refinishing the barn. WOW. BUSY. Way to multitask. Since my new(ish) TV (to me) didn’t come with a remote I’m forced to watch whatever is on channel 8 (ABC?). By forced I mean I’m way to lazy to get up and flip through the channels while standing in front of the TV. Plus I don’t have cable so it’s safe to say there’s snow on all but 4 channels. Sorry. I’ll try and stay focused and finish the story. Out walks Martha Stewart with a 15-foot hot dog. Yes ladies and gentleman you heard right a 15-foot hot dog and it looked amazing. I thought at that moment I had possible died and gone to hot dog lover’s heaven. I hope if there is a heaven there are 15-foot hot dogs there. That would be fantastical. So out she comes and out of her mouth comes, “for those of you who say length doesn’t matter, I disagree at least when it comes to wieners” I almost chocked on the air. Maybe I should tune in more often, this must be the new XXX rated Martha Stewart show. Watch out, Martha is frisky, and I’m not talking about the cat food. (wink wink). The next hour was delightful. I saw a ton of different concoctions of hot dog toppings. One even had mac and cheese on top of it. Now that’s starchy! I started planning my trip to New York City so I can eat my body weight in hot dogs. Theres roughly 15 places I want to go. I also found myself wondering if I would be able to eat all 15 feet of that huge hot dog. I think I could (look of shame). I think I could. Who doesn’t love hot dogs? I mean all that great yummy goodness. Thank god for hot dogs. I could eat them all the time. I’ve done that. My diet in college consisted of hot dogs, fries and BBQ sauce. Maybe you see my need to lose weight. I hit up Ted’s in Buffalo ever time I’m there for some yummy hot dog tastiness. I love hot dogs. I love them Plain, with mustard, sauerkraut, relish, cheese, pickles, and KETCHUP. I know Ketchup on hot dogs if you aren’t a child is shunned by hot dog enthuses all over America, but the one thing I might love more then hot dogs, sex, chocolate, and money is KETCHUP. But that’s a whole other blog. Needless to say after 45 minutes of drooling all over myself I had to change the channel, I was craving hot dogs like it was my job. I’m still salivating just thinking about all that meaty (?) greatness. Below enjoy a photo of my wonderful Rocky dog from the Rockies game in April. It was Yumtastical.

Yummy! foot long with mustard, ketchup, sauerkraut and relish. Yum yum yummy!