Showing posts with label Please No- Buffalo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Please No- Buffalo. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Settling in for Summer

We've settled back in our apartment quite nicely. It helps that I hadn't started doing anything in preparation for the move. (Though we do have 50 brand new, perfect moving boxes we bought. Talk to me if you need some boxes.)

Chris started working Monday. It is weird to be all by my lonesome at home each day, but I'm quickly remembering how this goes.

We're in shock at how quickly our summer has flown by. It feels like most of it has been spent doing this (for Chris, anyway):
Hyrum Freedom 15k on the Fourth of July: Finishing tenths of a second behind Chod, even though they didn't run together during the raceDeclo Days 5 Mile Hammer Run: Just a good warm-up for another 13

***If you're a Burley local and will be in town August 15th, I recommend signing up for the Mr. Call Fun Run. A link is on my sidebar. It's during fair week. You know you want to!***

Chris and Chod's marathon training is coming along nicely. Just about 51 days to go! By the end of this training, I think we'll be pros at stashing drinks and food along the path for long runs. They have two more twenty-milers for us to perfect our skills. (The next time, no one steal the Powerade and banana at mile 17, mmmkay?)

We've also spent practically every Thursday night at stake softball. Chris is ever the all-star pitcher. Since getting married, I've realized that I didn't fall in love with softball in 2005. I fell in love with Chris. Those who aren't playing are often put on baby duty (whether they want to be, or not). I had my hands full one night with the twins.
No Big Deal, right?

We love summer, especially in Logan, and wish it wasn't whizzing by. It's zooming right past us with no sign of slowing down. Thank goodness we won't be leaving it behind next week and won't waste any of our summer driving cross-country!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

No Deal, Scratch That: A Happy Wife, A Happy Life

I haven't replenished the stock of bubbly yet, and it looks like we need it again today. This tradition thing is getting old quickly.

I have not been excited about the move to Buffalo, as anyone who as talked to me knew. I didn't want to. I felt it would be alright if we moved there, but I was filled with dread and loathing anytime I thought about it. I would go, but I wouldn't like it. My only consolation was that it wasn't permanent.

With less than three weeks until the moving truck pulled up in front of our apartment, Chris was doing some more trainings for one of his part-time, consulting jobs. He had told his supervisor about the impending doom move. His supervisor asked what he would think if they could make it happen for him to work full-time there, doing more training and development.

Chris told him he would have to see, depending on what they could offer and what exactly the job description would be. And then he wondered if he should tell me and get my hopes up. Chris decided that in order to make a good decision, all of the options had to be on the table, whether or not they were likely to work out or not.

He told me and I thought he was kidding. I told him he better not be joking with me, or I would kill him. It isn't cool to mess with a girl's emotions like that. (And my heart was set on it as soon as I knew it was a possibility.)

Long story short: Chris was offered the job here in Logan. It pays more than Buffalo. We wouldn't have to move. We could stay in our comfortable, ghetto apartment, with discounted rent and free heat. We wouldn't have to box up all of our stuff quite yet. I could see my garden come to fruition. I could can with my sisters, watch my nephew learn to walk and continue on with my happy little life.

Chris wrote the college in Buffalo last night, laying everything on the table. He told me we would seriously have to consider it if they matched the offer. He just got an email telling him that they withdrew their offer of employment. No trying to negotiate-- just done. I couldn't be more excited. Hello happy life in Logan!

(And scratch all our goodbyes, requests for moving help and invitations to visit Niagara or Palmyra; we'll still take visitors in Logan!)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

And We Celebrate

Another job acceptance. Another bubbly drink. But this time, for dinner. I sense a tradition in the making. I better replenish our stock of bubbly.

We celebrated the final acceptance of the job in Buffalo with cold sesame noodles and shredded chicken. We drank blueberry lemonade with fresh blueberries.

Did I mention that the lemonade was French? It was a double celebration, a new job and booking a trip to Paris! (Squeal!!!) Saving for a goal certainly has its payoff.

Life is good, even with a move on the horizon. In honor of the good life, I'm having an impromptu give-away. America Test Kitchen's Cooking for Two 2009. I just bought it and love it; dinner tonight fully converted me. Perfect for newlyweds and empty-nesters, and even those with little ones.

Leave a comment on this post, before Friday, July 17 10:00 pm MST, telling us how your life is the "good life," for a chance to win!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Buffalo

I know you're all dying to know our final decision on Buffalo.

So am I.

The college wanted an answer from Chris early last week. Too bad they have been out of the office and on vacation. It makes negotiating a little difficult. And their counter-offers have frustrated me.

So, as it stands, we are most likely moving to Buffalo early- to mid- August. You know, soon. The collective bargaining agreement has us lured to moving then, whether or not the college responds to negotiations. (An automatic raise on August 16? Yes, we think Chris should start just early enough to benefit from that!) I wish I could give you more details-- when we'll need help packing and cleaning and hauling, because I'm sure that's what interests you. (I'll keep you updated.)

Remember how I said I didn't like Buffalo? Well, I take it all back. Please start planning your trip to come visit us and the wonderful city now.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Decision

This morning during breakfast, Chris was offered the position in Buffalo. They'd like an answer by Tuesday.

I alternate between freaking out, feeling ambivalent and thinking it would be okay-- if we didn't actually have to move.

Throughout the day I've been comforted by the fact that we don't have to make the decision ourselves. I'm grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who knows what is best for us and will guide us along the way. (Please bless he doesn't lead us to Buffalo. ;-) )

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Buffalooey

Chris has pressured me into blogging about our trip to Buffalo. I don't really want to, but here it goes.

First, we had a wonderful time at the WEPCo barbecue. I didn't want to leave. We drove to Farmington late Saturday night. We stayed with our great friends, who took us to the airport at 5:45 am. Yuck. Only true friends would do that!

My cold had spread from my head to my chest and I felt pretty awful the whole trip; I think it tainted my experience. Not to mention anything of great draw, we'd already seen. My favorite saying the whole trip was, "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!" (No, we don't watch the show, but it's fun to say! Try it whenever you're stuck where you don't want to be.)

Monday was basically shot to heck by Chris's interview. He interviewed at 9:30, and didn't get back to the hotel until almost noon. We had planned to visit Niagra that afternoon, but after the interview they wanted him to meet with the president of the college and the VP of academic affairs at 2:00. I read tourist information and took a nap in the car while he met with them. Isn't it annoying that the reason for the trip would consume our whole day?! I thought so, too! ;-)

We had planned to visit the Darwin Martin complex after he finished that, but I had gotten the wrong address. Instead, we spent the afternoon driving around downtown Buffalo, trying to find our way out and getting annoyed at the "Buffalo Bisons." Adding an 's' to a plural? Argh!

We ate dinner at a random restaurant. I note this only because we saw a lady that had been on our flight from Atlanta to Buffalo. Her name was Trudy (I overheard a conversation she had on her phone while waiting in Atlanta, and learned a bit about her). Bizarre to see and recognize someone from our flight.

Tuesday was our church history site day. First stop was the visitor's center. (I don't know what's going on with this picture, and attempts to fix it have been fruitless.)Hill Cumorah
Smith Farm- Log Home, Frame Home, and Sacred Grove beyond the fieldJust about four years ago, Chris and I visited these sites, along with my future father-in-law. Our first visit was just a stop off on our cross-country drive/move, and it was on a Sunday. This time we had more time to enjoy it. I wish we would have taken the time to serve in the Palmyra temple, but I guess that will have to wait until our next visit, if there is one.

We had time to find and visit the Whitmer farm in Fayette.
As we we driving around, trying to find the place, we saw some Amish girls working their fields. We stopped at their little roadside stand, but weren't willing to leave big bills in the change box in exchange for some chocolate whoopie pies. Plus, that money was our toll money. I hate toll roads and toll bridges. It feels like such a rip-off to pay to drive on a road (that isn't any nicer than most roads out west.)
Wednesday was our last day in Buffalo. We went to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls that morning. (On our previous visit, we saw the American side.) We have about thirty more pictures of us at Niagara. In the words of Tim Russert, a native Buffaloian, "Niagara Falls... wasn't much of a draw. It was certainly something to see, but once we had seen it, even from the Canadian side, which was a lot nicer, we felt no great desire to return." Amen. We fully documented our visit to the Canadian side, and now we never have to go back.In an effort to save money, we had bought two gift certificates to restaurants in Buffalo during an 80% off sale at Restaurant.com. We weren't able to use one because of funky hours, but at Mackie's we got to try deep fried pickles. I was scared off by them, but our waitress brought us two, just to try.We might not have had wings in Buffalo, but now we can say we've eaten deep fried pickes.That afternoon we made it to the Darwin Martin complex for our tour. I was severely disappointed in the house tour. I'm a fan of Frank Lloyd Wright, but the renovations are just in the beginning stages (thanks for the tour of the retro 60s kitchen. Just what I wanted to see after I paid $15 to tour FLW architecture) and our docent was a little cuckoo. It looks great from the outside, which is all you see on brochures and websites, which is a little deceiving. And they just spent millions building a pavilion next door. Why not start with the house, you know, what people actually come to see!?
We finished out our time in Buffalo killing time at Target. Chris walked two miles while we were there. He had four miles on the marathon training schedule, but he didn't feel like running them. He got in two while we toured Niagra, and finished up his mileage going around Target, and then weaving in and out of every aisle. I think they are his slowest miles yet in his training.

Our amazing friends picked us up from the airport at midnight. Then made us breakfast Thursday morning. I think they deserve a medal for all the hassle! They said it was just payment for their visit last summer, but it was still mighty nice of them.

Chris felt really good about his interview, and the job is right in the direction he would like to go. Like a terrible wife, I think I'm rooting against him. I didn't like Buffalo. Chris told them he could be available early to mid-July. I'm not sure about that. Perhaps if they helped pay relocation costs, I could be swayed. They've been checking Chris's references, so we'll see if I actually have anything to worry about.