Now THAT was a storm! Holy cow!!!
As Kelly mentioned about the state of Buffalo News and the *lack of* web presence.Â I need to add the traditional news sources to this list as well…WGRZ, WIVB, WKBW, WBEN. I could not find ANYTHING online about the storm. (Tornado? Around 2:50) Everyone was asking me to go to the news pages to find out more aboutÂ what was happening.Â And there was nothing to be found.
Well until this, which was posted at 3:20.Â And says nothing. And has spelling errors.
The TV news has special reports. But nothing on the internet…
THANK YOU TO SCOTT for getting this all together. Since I have been in the process of apartment hunting and job hunting (for me and the S.O.) and moving my stuff and moving his stuff—most other things have fallen to the wayside. I am not even sure if I will be able to make this picnic myself
We have Shelter # 7 up on the hill near the top of the Tobbagan hill. Beer and wine are allowed, but glass containers are prohibited. I guess that means we have to put the Mouton Cadet into plastic bottles. Or get boxes of Franzia. Or we could just drink cat piss. I am planning on getting there around 2:00. I may head over there today for a bit of a look see.
We have a grill on site, and I will be bringing a Weber Kettle (22.5 inches of grilling goodness), and a small tabletop hibachi type deal. We need someone to bring charcoal, and we need to decide wht we want to do about meat. I am thinking everybody should bring a dish to pass, and a sleeve of burgers or pack of dogs, or sausage or something.
Anyone else having small grills are encouraged to consider bringing them. Decks of cards, frisbees, lawnchairs, Jarts (if anyone even has a set…), water balloons, squirtguns etc are all encouraged.
And directions here from our Southtowner Buffalo Blogger Kelly.
(Oh, and Northtowners, getting to Chestnut Ridge isn’t that big a deal. Just take I-90 West to where the 219 splits off, then go to the Armor-Duells exit. When off the 219, turn right and go down to the next light; turn right again and proceed directly to the Ridge. Once you’re on the I-90, it’s pretty much four lanes all the way to the Ridge. It’s really no harder to get to than the County Fairgrounds or Ralph Wilson Stadium, so don’t let the distance to Orchard Park be a factor!)
It is good to love penguins. Cause I get to see pictures like this sent from friends.
“I was at the Central Park Zoo the other day and made the acquaintance of these fellows.”
And then of course from Val and Kevin’s blog…penguins from Chicago!
But I doubt it was at All Things Jennifer. Until now.
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I know we don’t live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
I’m happy here
But this is where we used to live…
A new chapter begins.
Erin and I have known each other since Freshman year at Allegheny where we lived on the same hall. For the next three years we were roommates. A few years later, she moved to Buffalo and we were housemates. And then we weren’t. And we had our own apartments. And then we decided to move in together again. Of course, then she met Rand and for the last year has been my *rentmate* However, over the course of many years…this is the first time that both of us are in the same kind of a relationship at the same time. You know, the co-habitating kind! BRAND new to the both of us. So, while I was MORE THAN HAPPY to get out of the OLD APARTMENT. I feel someone resigned and bittersweet about closing out a certain chapter of my life and moving on to the next.
After cleaning the apartment, we headed to dinner. Erin dropped me off at my new place and handed me a gift card from the *gang* FAR TOO GENEROUS of my friends and I thank them all.
“We wanted to congratulate you on completing one chapter of your life and beginning the next…hopefully this will help! With lots of love…”
Of course, as I walked up the stairs, I had tears in my eyes.
I was once asked a question…
“How many parts would you divide your life into?”
Now for some people they might include many parts…childhood, high school, college, graduate school, new career, marriage, new house, baby…and I could separate my life into these chapters as well.
High School, College, North Carolina, Law School, Life after Howie, Life after XYZ agency where I worked for 5 years, Law School.
But I didn’t. My life was split in two.
Life before turning 16 and life after turning 16.
That was the year when everything, everything in my life as I knew it went to hell and a handbasket. My grandma (who we lived with) and who was my best friend passed away. A few months later, my dad passed unexpectedly from cancer no one knew about. My mom started dating a month later. We had to sell the land and home, the one my grandfather built. And then my mom ended up marrying a different man with young children in a different town less than a year later. I only lived in this world for a short time, I went away to college. However I have defined my life, unintentionally, as “life before and life after” that moment in time. I very strongly feel like I am the same *adult* I became the day my dad passed away.
I find this confusing. I have been through so much since that time. After graduating from college, I packed up a car without a job or a place to live, or any money truthfully, and headed to N.C. for an adventure with a group of friends from High School. I came back a year later and started my first career working with at-risk children which would continue for 5 years. I sortofdated/dated/befriended a man for over 5 years and broke up with him, I went to law school *forever*, I had the blackest most depressing moment of my life and somehow lived through it (with the help of MANY amazing friends and family), I turned down the chance to be a NYC Teaching Fellow, I started my career at the current agency, I met Mark…and now?
I’m happy here.
But not really a fan.
These kind of books should only me take a day and a half…TOPS. I made it through half and then put it down and it took a while to pick back up. Although I have to say I was really enjoying the beginning, but about 3/4ths through…I just wanted it to be over.
I would recommend ths *sister* read of The Devil Wears Prada over this one anyday
Check out the comments for suggestions.