Well, we thought we’d found THE ONE.

In fact, we’d all but moved in and painted the walls already.

It feels like someone came in and stole it right out from under us.

For those who don’t know, here is the short version:

Just as we were about to throw in the towel last weekend and ‘settle’ for something, Andrew found an amazing house that wasn’t even on the market yet.  It was PERFECT: a 1900s farmhouse on 3 acres with a barn and room for a garden, a small front porch and pear trees.  A beautiful, spacious, updated kitchen and enough bathrooms and bedrooms.  Wide wood plank flooring.  Attached two-car garage.  A quiet country road just a couple miles outside the village.  Seriously, we were dying over this place.  We saw it immediately, but there were some questions we had for the seller, so we didn’t put an offer in right away.  Our realtor met with the owner and we were planning to see the place tomorrow and put our offer in.

Well…we got a call Saturday evening from our realtor saying that someone else was going to put an offer in THAT NIGHT.  So, we gave a verbal offer ABOVE ASKING PRICE over the phone and spent the next 18 hours praying fervently.

We know God heard everyones’ prayers, but he didn’t grant them; the other people got the house.  This has happened to us TWICE now!  And in this market, too.  I think it just means we have excellent taste in houses…

Before I get too far, we know God has a plan and that His best for us may not seem like it at the time.  But it doesn’t make this any less disappointing.  Even our realtor was pretty upset for us.  We got the call after church–I shed a few tears and Andrew spent the afternoon in bed, curled up in the fetal position.  (Seriously, he did.)  I threw myself into school work, laundry and online retail therapy (I need warmer clothes!!); Andrew watched the Bills defeat the Patriots–at least that gave him a boost.

I don’t know why God didn’t give us the house, but I do know there is a reason.  And I’m OK with that.  We just need Him to provide a place to live, at least temporarily, AND FAST.  That’s the thing folks, we don’t have anywhere to go.  In about a month, our time here at the hotel will be up, and while we can extend a bit if we’re under contract to buy a house, that’s looking more and more unlikely to happen.  Sooo…we have to figure something out, and apartments that allow giant dogs are slim to none.  And we don’t really want a year-long lease if we’re still going to try to find a house…

While I’m still very disappointed, I know in my heart that God has a plan.  And that really, this is not that big of a deal.  I mean, if Sara can go on praising God after a Stage 4 lung cancer diagnosis, and Susy can have hope after her sister’s Stage 4 brain cancer, and Heather can remain joyful while being a single-parent to Maggie while Silas is at pilot training….we can surely get through this.  Surely.

We ended our day with a walk to the little ice cream place near the hotel.  For the last month or so I’d been telling Andrew that that is where we were going to go to celebrate when we got a house.  Well, today was its last day being open for the season, so we went to celebrate the “better” house God has for us instead.  Not that we were in a mood to celebrate (I didn’t even want ice cream this afternoon–how crazy is that?!), but it was nice to get out and get some fresh air.

And here’s both of us…  Can you tell Andrew was not into documenting for the blog tonight?  I really need to figure out how to use the timer function…  (I was doing my best to put on a sad face.)  Pray for us!



two future RDs in a small world

Happy Saturday!

Before I forget, I posted my first official “Eat This” column for the EA Co-op’s blog the other day–it was on FIGS!  Check it out here!

I’m in an unbelievably good mood for feeling incredibly UNproductive this morning.  I woke at 6:15, and then putzed around while drinking coffee and eating breakfast; I didn’t leave for the gym until 7:45!  I had had visions of ARRIVING by 7, when the gym opens.

I lifted weights for 30 minutes, then went to change into my swimsuit and realized I’d forgotten my shower shoes!  I couldn’t bear the thought of walking to and from the pool and showering without them, so I packed up and went home.  Ran into Wegmans for some random items (salad dressing–I’m having salad for lunch today–dryer sheets, vitamins and this month’s O magazine–Kath’s PUMPKIN recipes are in it!).  I started thumbing through the issue in the check-out line and saw a giant “whole grain” spread featuring recipes from Kim Boyce, author of one of my FAVORITE cookbooks, Good to the Grain.  SCORE!

I had thought I’d do some cardio here at the hotel, but I don’t really have time anymore, so I’m calling it my “idiot tax” for the day since I didn’t blog early this morning, which would have freed up some time now.  Oh well.  But then I wouldn’t have this nice story to tell you about my unproductive morning and magazine find at Wegmans!

Anyway, on to the REAL story:  my dinner with Emily last night!

I actually didn’t MEET Emily until last night; she’s another blogger I found through Kath’s website.  After I decided to go back to school, I emailed Kath and told her how much she inspired me and that I’m a huge fan, etc…  (Yes, I really did.  A little silly?  Perhaps.  But don’t we all like a little unexpected affirmation every once in awhile?)  Anyway, Kath has a list of current and future RDs and their blogs on the “R.D. Me” section of her blog.  She said she’d add my blog there (yay!) so I went to check it out.  Sure enough, “Holly @ thefrozenpineapple” was there!  I started clicking on some of the other blogs listed and came upon “Eating Chalk,” Emily’s blog.  She said she was a recent transplant to Buffalo and currently in the Dietetics Program at Buffalo State–SMALL WORLD!  I immediately emailed her and we’ve been trying to meet up ever since.

She lives up near Elmwood, which is a main thoroughfare lined with cute stores and eateries in the nice part of downtown Buffalo.  We decided to meet at India Gate for dinner.  I could just end here and say we had a great time, have a lot in common and that the food was good.  And all those things would be true.  However, there is SO MUCH more to the story.

Like the rain. It was POURING.  I was wearing sandals.  And jeans.  I did, however, have a raincoat and an umbrella, neither of which helped.  NOT AT ALL.

And the parking.  When we first decided to meet near Elmwood, I’ll admit my heart started palpitating knowing I’d have to, inevitably, parallel-park somewhere.  I don’t parallel-park often.  And I have a giant car.  SUV, rather.  I CAN parallel-park, I just don’t do it often enough to be good enough to whip in-and-out of spaces like Andrew does, which is quite a feat when you consider other factors like visability and traffic.  Well, it was rush-hour on a Friday night at the most hopping place to go out in Buffalo and POURING and other people were whizzing by me…  Bottom line:  it was terrible.  I wanted to cry.  I called Andrew in a panic.  (He was hundreds of miles away on his way back from Penn State, so I’m not really sure how I thought he could help, but whatever.)

After circling the block a couple times, I found an opening and managed to back in.  I think I always go in at too much of an angle because my back tire always ends up on the grass…  Oh well, it was pouring and I didn’t care.

I attempted to avoid the growing puddles and eventually gave up–my feet/sandals/jeans were soaked in seconds.  As I approached the intersection of Elmwood, it DID occur to me to look and see on which street I’d parked–points for me!  Seriously, I’m always with Andrew and since he has GPS built into his brain, I never have to worry about where we are at any given time.  I’m not used to this “paying attention” thing.

However, in my panic and unfamiliarity with the area, I realized I didn’t know which way to TURN on Elmwood to get to the restaurant…  It should be obvious, I realize, but I’m not so good with directions.  I said a quick prayer (I did) and made the best educated-guess I could: right.  Praise God, it worked!  I scurried down the street and into the restaurant!

Emily, who was also soaked to the bone, and I commiserated about the weather for a bit before digging into the subject that unites us: studying nutrition!  It was so nice to chat with her about the program at Buff State and classes.  I’m so glad I have someone to whom I can direct some of my questions; I feel a little disconnected right now being at ECC just taking pre-reqs.

I also found out she’s a runner, too, and she told me about the Niagara Falls International Half Marathon coming up next month in Canada–I think I’m going to sign up!  It’s called “international” because the full marathon starts here in NY and ends in Canada–it’s the only one like that in the world.  I’ve been DYING to break the 2-hour park “officially” in a half…  I’ve trained much faster, but I always choke in races.  I’ve figured out that it was because I was always going out way too fast (darn you, Susy!), so hopefully I can have a good, fast, even-paced race.

We got an order of naan and raita–I cannot have Indian food without it!  I’m surprised these photos actually turned out OK for the lack of light.  Now, if only I remembered what setting I was using…

I love that Indian rice comes with carrots and peas.  I so miss Jeet!  I LOVED their lunch buffet!

I ordered the Chicken Tikka Masala, which is my favorite dish.  I was a little disappointed that it didn’t taste ANYTHING like the version I’m used to, although I have no idea which is more authentic…  This one wasn’t creamy at all, and I’m pretty sure typical Tikka Masala does have cream in the the tomato sauce, so I wasn’t really sure what to think.  I ordered it “medium” (instead of mild) and I was able to eat it, but my mouth was on fire!  I liked how big their menu selection was, but since it’s all the way up in Buffalo (not to mention Andrew isn’t a huge fan of Indian food), I’m not sure I’ll be back anytime soon.

Thankfully it stopped raining while we were eating, so the walk back to the car was relatively dry.  Emily and I said goodbye and plan to do another lunch or dinner “date,” this time in East Aurora so I can show it off to her.  She and her husband, a med student at UB, are city-people, so they don’t get to the Southtowns much.

I have a busy day ahead of me: photo-taking for the EA Co-op blog, an interview (I’m writing my first freelance article for the East Aurora Advertiser!), HOMEWORK, and then maybe meeting up with the family later.  Today is moving day for Carolyn; she recently accepted a long-term sub position in Olean, which is more than an hour away.  She’s been commuting since school started until her lease here was up–today she’s moving to her new place in Franklinville, which is about half-way in between Olean and East Aurora.  Andrew is providing some muscle for the move and I wish I were there, too!

anatomy of a school lunch

Haha…   Anatomy…get it??  I have a test in my anatomy lab tomorrow afternoon and I have NO IDEA what to study…  Seriously, we’ve done almost nothing so far and there isn’t a text (miraculously).  I’ve been looking over what little we have done… (AND I’m currently watching Grey’s Anatomy–that’s like a TRIPLE pun for me!)

Check out the cute lunch box grandma sent me!  She sent one for each of us girls, even before I signed up for school, so it was incredibly well timed.  Thank you grandma!

It looks like a lot, and I typically don’t eat it all, but I like to over-pack so I have a snack on the way home if I need something.  I eat lunch at either 11 or 12, then have a lab until 3:30, so it’s time for a snack by then, anyway.

An apple, half a sandwich (with natural peanut butter), veggies, homemade hummus, half a banana (the other half is currently mashed and mixed in the fridge with overnight oats), a piece of cheese and two Dove dark chocolates.

On school nights, I pack our lunches and prep my breakfast (which is usually overnight oats) so I don’t have to worry about it in the morning.  I would lay out my clothes, too, if I could decide that far in advance…

I have a GIANT biology test first-thing tomorrow morning–wish me luck!