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.

I would walk 500 miles.......

I choose #1 off Mama Kat’s prompt list this week.

I would walk a mile for……

Good food. I love my food. I know I shouldn’t eat the things I do. But come on if it’s covered in butter, deep fried, made with cheese, involves fresh seafood, cow, or anything else yummy, I WANT IT. I love going to restaurants and trying new things. I LOVE food.

My friends and family. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for those people. After putting up with me for so many years I think the least I can do is walk a mile for them.

Sex. Honestly I would run a mile for that one. And I’m not a runner. I’m human, I’m single, and I don’t pass that up.

The chance to meet Troy Polamalu. I’m a huge Steelers. I blame the 5 or so years I spent in western Pennsylvania. Troy has always been my favorite, he rocks on the field and his energy is insane. Plus come on who doesn’t love that hair. I would willingly walk a mile or more to meet him. Hell I’d do one of those crazy radio contest to meet him. You know the kind where you can’t take your hand off (in this case) the helmet and you have to outlast everyone else. I could do that. I can hold my pee for a crazy long time.

I would walk a mile for…….. (incase you forgot what I’m talking about)

A farther parking spot from the door. I hate getting involved in the whole mess of parking up close to the door. People can be so crazy in parking lots. I’ll walk to the distance to avoid the headache.

Butter Pecan ice cream. It’s my favorite and very comforting when I’m down and out.

Relaxation. I love walking on the beach with my feet in the sand; nothing is more relaxing for me then that. Unfortunately I don’t get to the ocean much since I live in the wonderful landlocked commonwealth of PA, so I have to settle for walking around my neighborhood.

A really great gift for someone else. I like to give meaningful gifts and they aren’t always on the shelf at Bath and Body. Sometimes my quest for the “right gift” takes me far away.

And finally, I would walk a mile for the chance to see my Pappy again. I was in college (5 hours away) when he got sick and while he held on long enough for me to spend sometime with him in the summer, I’ll always wish I could have been there more. He was diagnosed with colon cancer in Feb and passed the following Oct. Seven months and he was gone. I’ll always wish I had been home when he passed away and not received the news alone in my dorm room after Sunday brunch. While I was out celebrating and partying for homecoming Saturday night he was fading away. I would walk a mile to see him again. I would walk forever.