Zach and I recently left our 3 crazy kids in the hands of our all-too-willing family members for 5 days so we could venture to the dark and dreary world of Bloomfield NY. Boy were we surprised! We left RAINY LAS VEGAS for dry and beautiful Upstate NY! The whole time we were there it was in the High 30's (warm for there) and sunny! It only rained on one day for a short time.
We were initially supposed to leave on Thursday and come home Monday. We were prepared for possible flight cancellations seeing how we were flying into BUFFALO in the middle of January. We never imagined that our connecting flight in PHOENIX would give us a problem! Due to high winds and major rain ALL FLIGHTS through Phoenix were canceled. So we shifted our trip a day on both ends AND ended up getting a direct flight to and from NY (which weren't available at the time when I was purchasing the tickets 2 months ago), and our arrival and departure times were MUCH more convenient for those taking us to and picking us up from the airports!

Unlike most of our trips, we were NOT stopped at security this time. We hadn't forgotten to take all toy guns, and Swiss Army knives out of our carry ons. The only thing that was a little disheartening (while boarding a 4.5 hour flight), was realizing that Zach and I wouldn't be sitting next to each other! A grumpy old guy who was just in front of Zach took up THE only seat that had 2 spots together. UGH! I mean, really! He heard Zach and I trying to maneuver seating the whole time! After he sat down he looked at us like "Have fun sitting apart" ( I can read peoples thoughts by the way). I offered the back half of the plane as much alcohol as the flight attendants were allowed to serve as an incentive to move around, but nobody took me up on it. They probably thought I was a raging alcoholic, and had no idea that the closest I got to "the stuff" was rubbing it on my infants drying up umbilical cords. So we were left with two middle seats. As I made my way to mine I was slightly disappointed. Meaning: I almost started to cry. The 2 people I would be sitting in between were both larger than average and taking up 1 1/4seats. If there had only been one bigger person on either side it wouldn't have been too bad, or if they were both girls.But WHERE THE HECK WAS I SUPPOSED TO SIT? I don't mind being cozy with a couple of chicks, but another guy? No space between us AT ALL = uncomfortable Kate.I'm not knockin on bigger folks, in reality, I was more mad at MYSELF. Both of my "seat mates" looked nice and were super friendly! If I had checked us in sooner, we would be in the front of the plane NEXT to each other. I was overreacting. I was tired from not sleeping for 2 nights(Wednesday night when we THOUGHT we were leaving the next day, and Thursday night when I worried all night that our flight would get canceled again). I missed our kids. I was paranoid (in an unnatural way) that we were going to DIE. Nervous about getting sick on a plane (nasty recirculated air). Regardless I was an emotional wreck! After we settled into two middle seats, Zach directly in front of me, I joked (to try and dissipate to hysteria starting to creep into my head) that "at least I can reach between the seats and hug you every once in a while". Less than 5 seconds had passed when the woman sitting in the isle seat next to Zach turned to the larger man sitting in the isle next to me and asked him if he would mind moving into her seat, and that she would move into Zach's seat, so that Zach could sit next to me. WHAT? A nice person? Really? He was more than willing to move. They all shuffled seats as I was offering her granola bars, gum, free drinks once we were at 10,000 feet, money, ANYTHING as a thanks. She denied them all telling us that one time on the same flight with her husband, they had been separated and no one was willing to switch. I rummaged through our backpack and finally found the Reese's Peanut-butter Cup that I had thrown in at the last minute and insisted that she take it. She did. I overheard her and the man talking off and on throughout the flight... he was nice. And the Gal sitting next to the window next to me, shared her People magazine while I tried to reassure her that she wasn't crowding me (even though she was, she was a GIRL and I could lean into Zach a lot), and we had an enjoyable flight with no turbulence and lots of reading.

We arrived in Buffalo a little after 5pm. My Grandpa Gerry picked us up with his son Jim. There was plenty of conversation on the 1.5 hour drive back to Bloomfield. After checking in with Grandma at home for a few minutes, we bundled up and set out for our friends Adam and Jennifer's house. She had made a 7 course meal... I kid you not... and it was fantastic! We enjoyed their company and conversation until 10pm and headed back to Grams.

Since it was only 7pm VEGAS time I knew I had a while before I could fall asleep. So we talked to our kids before THEY went to bed (they were so excited to be having 4 back to back sleepovers with their cousins we hardly could say it was "talking"), then we talked and hung out with Grandma and Gerry for a while (they are night owls and I love it!), and since we still weren't tired we stayed up and read a book together. Now, Zach doesn't know I'm posting this, and I don't really think he would care. Some think reading young adult book involving love will slowly diminish their manliness, however, this isn't a book JUST about Romance. Sure it's laced and woven throughout, but it's mostly about killing and surviving. Think about the t.v. show Survivor (one of our favorites). What if they dropped everyone on an island and dumped a bunch of weapons and said "There can only be one winner. Fight to the death. Last man standing wins. Go!". Last year I read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire. I LOVED both of these books and thought that Zach would actually be able to read them without vomiting (unlike Twilight where he got bored 2 pages into my read-aloud and fell asleep. I prefer sleep to puke). I think that I like Hunger Games as much as Twilight... maybe even more... let me tell you why ( I just figured it out myself after reading them again).
SPOILER ALERT:
The main character's name is KATNISS (Kate/Katniss... we share the first 3 letters of our name... WOW). She lost her father when she was 11 (I did not). She eventually learned to survive though the hunting skills he had taught her before he died (I think I've survived on financial skills my father instilled into me when I was young. Reiterate... my father is NOT dead. He's alive in Africa). One day when she was hunting, she ran into GALE (Zach) who grew up in her small District, District 12 (Bloomfield, Victor, both small towns we grew up in). He was 2 years older than Katniss but it seemed like more because he was supporting his large family (Zach is 5 years older than me). He is an avid and smart hunter, especially snares (So is Zach). They started off as friends, hunting partners. They figured the could get twice as much game together then if they hunted alone. It started off as friendship (so did we) however Gale started liking Katniss before she ever suspected it (Ditto for Zach with Kate). Katniss went to the games (Kate went to college). Katniss came home and Gale kissed her (Kate came "Home" and Zach kissed her). I obviously know OUR ending... I can't wait to read book 3 (August 24th) to see what happens with Gale and Katniss! So anyway... there is the love comparisons of Hulets & Hunger Games. But more than the love aspect (every girl loves a good love story), the concept of the book is so fun, and not that far off to what could happen to any country these days.
I'm sure that Zach has not even come close to comparing the characters to us, like I just did. He liked the book because it was time that we spent together... silently reading... and their was a lot of killing and conspiracy.

View from my Grandma's front window
Saturday, it was BEAUTIFUL! We woke up and just hung around the house all day talking and cleaning until it was time to go to Ericka's wedding. She got married at St. Paul's in Geneva at 3pm followed by a beautiful wedding dinner and reception at
Belhurst Castle. It was a delicious dinner where we sat with some of my old friends from high school (Go Bombers).

It was SO fun catching up with old friends! It's hard to believe that this year is our 10 year class reunion. It was more than a little embarrassing when I had to introduce myself to DOZENS of people who really actually knew me. After a "double take", we would hug and catch up and update our lives with each other. Have I changed that much in 10 years? Ok, so maybe I used to dye my hair blond instead of dark brown (it's not black people!). And I used to wear it long, and now it's short with bangs.
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THEN

Poor Zach got the worst of it! He was such a trooper. Meeting people he'll never see again. Hearing "Katie" stories over and over. Talking about our business and the economy in Vegas to other husbands and boyfriends of girls that I was talking to. He even took me out on the dance floor MORE times than than I made him promise he would.

Cutting the cake... they were nice! ( And so were the cakes... they had 5 different ones to choose from)

Her dress was just as AMAZING as she is! We had SUCH a fun time!
By 9pm my head was about to burst! I had a cold that got worse as the night got long. We took off early to head to Wal-Mart (one of the 2 stores that is open 24 hours there) to get some cold medicine. We read until the "pm" part of my meds kicked in and I passed out without notice.
Sunday was funday! We went to church and saw a ton of familiar faces. Came home and relaxed for a while. Went and hung out with Ericka and her husband and her family for a few hours (they were leaving Monday morning for a 2 week honeymoon in the Virgin Islands... sweet!). Then came back to Gram's for a family birthday dinner for Rosemary and Remington a.k.a the twins! It was so fun to see Joel & Jaylene, and Matt & Erin, and all the kids! It's hard to think that I was once apart of those Sunday dinners more than 10 years ago. Grandma would make her special salad dressing (that I STILL can't make it taste as good as hers), we would drink her bottled Vermont spring water, eat delicious cakes with ice cream, enjoy great company which included dozens of kids! Man, I feel old.
Monday we visited a few friends and family members while Grams went to the doctors. Ate a snack at a fantastic Cheese steak joint in Canandaigua (YUM). Had the rest of dinner & dessert with Grandma and Gerry.
Tuesday it was packing time! After a little housekeeping (Grandma saves the hard stuff for younger able bodies), we hit Parkside Pizza & Subs. Still good. ALWAYS and FOREVER!

We packed a small lunch and headed to the airport.
On the road again...

A storm was getting ready to move in, and I was worried we wouldn't make it out in time. Like always, there wasn't anything to worry about. The snow didn't even get there until the next day! We boarded earlier than last time, which wouldn't have mattered, because the plane was only half full. Zach and I shared a row of seats and 3 cokes on the way home.

We are SO fourtunate to have such fantastic family members who all helped get us to and from the airport. Took our kids. Fed them. Got them to school. To preschool. To church. To bed. And loved them all the while! When we came to pick them up, there were actually HAPPY to see us, but SAD to go! I think they would have started losing their personalities if we had stayed one more day! (Note to self: 5 day limit on Mommy/Daddy vacations)

A special thanks to Grandma and Gerry for letting us come and visit. For arranging airport shuttles (Thanks Jim!). And for putting up with my fast talking, and quick cleaning!