So I'm at work and should be working... but I'll get to that in a minute.

coupla quick things-

First- I just found out that my landlords bought a new house and are moving to williamsville. That means they are selling the house I live in. The question is, will the new owners kick me out.

This all just went down like 2 days ago, and the house isn't officially on the market, so I figured I'd post a heads up.
It's a double in the forest/elmwood neighborhood. Has a garage. Lots of windows and great light. W/D in the basement. Some nice woodwork inside... Anyone looking?

So now I don't know what to do... stick with the inertia and stay put since I like my place well enough and don't want to move? (but realize the fact that new owners won't be obligated to let me stay)

see this as my opportunity to move?

Just buy the house myself?

Hmm. I really hate moving.

Next topic...

So last night was a friend's birthday party. He was turning 30, and he rented out a room upstairs at Pearl Street. It was nice b/c it was not too crowded and there was open bar. Most of my friends bailed, but it was still fun. I had to work in the AM, so I had to keep it tame anyway.

But I had my phone in my purse, and at one point went to check messages... 5 texts and a missed call and voicemail from home. Calls from home usually make me nervous, but for some reason this one didn't, and it was super loud, so I didn't bother listening to voicemail. But then a little while later I found some quiet corner behind some artificial tree that was poking me in the ear the whole time, and managed to hear just enough 'Hey al... it's mom... [in an artificially cheery voice] Dad's been in a little accident" and then I couldn't hear any more.

So I called home, and found out that Dad and Bro had gone to a weekend motorcycle racing school. In New Hampshire. And dad wiped out. First I heard "no big deal just a cracked rib" but then I made some calls and started prying... well it's 6 ribs, broken in two places each, which is called flail chest, and can be pretty serious, and a collapsed lung. But fortunately, that's it. Could have been much much worse. In fact, one guy was killed on the track earlier that day. (I am not allowed to tell Mom that part.) So, he's got a chest tube, and lots of pain medicine. Pain control in the biggest issue here, because you have to breathe deeply so you don't get pneumonia and have to go on the ventilator.

So this morning I pulled the doctor card and made some calls to try to get the real deal from someone who knew what they were talking about, since dad tries to minimize things. He insists he's ok to go home. He is not. He is loopy on morphine, heh. He says his new pain medicine is good, because before he had hiccups and thought he was going to die. he said "now I can feel the ribs grinding every time I breathe [gross], but somehow it doesn't hurt". But they're going to give him an epidural, which means he has at least a few days in the hospital, which he is not happy about.

But, in typical fashion- what is everyone worried about? Dad pissed that he didn't win the race, and is worried that mom won't let him race anymore.
Mom is annoyed that she has to spend mother's day driving to new hampshire.

So, that was a great way to finish the evening. "hey, happy birthday dude! Sorry i can't stay... dad's in the hospital". What a debbie downer...

But other than that, it was a lovely weekend. had a great lunch friday and then went to a party, then a nice afternoon saturday and another party, so all in all I can't complain. :)

Happy mother's day everyone.

Sorry (e:peeps)...

Fear I may have overstepped my bounds.
Maybe stepped on some toes.

For that I'm sorry,
and I take my leave.

Arrivederci