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Fractured Fairy Tales

Woof.

Finally the nonbloggable becomes bloggable – Mom (aka A-Woww) tripped and fell 2 weeks ago, fracturing her kneecap and shattering her elbow. The knee will heal on its own in an immobilizer which thankfully allows her to walk. The elbow required surgery. That happened on Wednesday and now the mending begins.
While she’s a bit more banged up than the ankle incident from 2011, it’s not as bad because she’s not bedbound. In fact, today we went to a bridal shower! And this time around she’s getting home visits from nurses, occupational therapists and physical therapists.

This was the arm that was operated on. I was sad when she washed the YES off. It was inspirational!


We’ve all been scrambling to make sure she has someone there throughout the day for meals and to let her dog out. I’m certainly thankful for TNP’s flexible schedule.

Tomorrow is the 2-year anniversary of buying the House on Literary Lane. We are still overrun with weeds and ivy, and can’t get the desired plants and grass to grow, PLUS the neighbors behind us are as noisy as every neighbor I had at the Heights of Collingswood COMBINED but I love my home and some days I never want to leave it.

(There is still an unpacked box in the coat closet.)

February update

Hello, lovelies!

My favorite Snapchat filter. It's slenderizing.

My favorite Snapchat filter. It’s slenderizing.


I was going to quietly sunset this blog after the last post but UGH I miss it too much. So you’re stuck with sporadic updates until I die or retire and can’t afford hosting, I guess.

Today is day 2 of a four-day weekend. I’m supposed to be at Walt Disney World right now, but in December we decided to postpone the trip until fall. So it’s a staycation, if by staycation you mean scrubbing toilets and Magic Erasering streaks on the baseboards.

Watching: WWE and New Japan Pro Wrestling. We can watch 10-month-old NJPW shows on the AXS network. Insane. Insane!

And this, from the Grammys:

Damn, I want to see this play. I’m not even a theater person. And it’s sold out forever and my best chance will be in 11 years when maybe my nephew will have a part in his middle school production of “Hamilton, Jr.” where Hamilton and Burr hug it out in the end.

Reading: Today I’m starting Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald, lent to me by my lovely coworker DB. All my books are on Goodreads. My goal is to read 45 books this year.

Losing: 14 pounds and counting. My Total Gym incline is hiked up to a whopping level 3 now (of 12, I started at 1), and 8 for squats. I’m working through Yoga with Adriene’s Yoga Camp series every other day.

Most importantly, I’m eating less, which is always the key. We are still cooking a good 95% of our meals at home. I’ve added Mark Bittman’s Pork Stir Fry to my weeknight repertoire (Except I use frozen vegetables instead of fresh greens) and it’s goooooooooooood.

Max: Still alive.

Sleeping, not dead.

Sleeping, not dead.

It’s dark, but we joke that he sleeps so much in weird positions with his eyes half-closed that he’s going to be dead for hours before we notice.

Planning: A vegetable garden. The previous owners had an (unkempt) section divided off (with terrifying rusty chicken wire and pointed sticks) and this spring, I’m all in that. Peppers, snap peas, cucumbers, and tomatoes because I live in South Jersey and it’s in the property tax code that we all must grow tomatoes. It’s going to be in the 60s this weekend so I’m going to measure it out and maybe get some gloves and tear it up! I have no idea what I’m doing.

In the front, I want to plant daisies and hydrangeas. Again, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Which should be the byline for this blog. 😉

We bought a house!

Reason # 1298437 why my blog will never make money — when Big Life Events happen, I stop writing. I can’t help it. I’m always afraid I’m going to jinx things.

Short story: We finally found a house, bought it, and moved in last Saturday!

Longer story: I never thought we’d find a house we’d both agree on. Seriously. We put in an offer on a house that we knew we’d lose just so we could put out into the Universe that we were ready to buy. That we came to play. (warning: Youtube video)

But back in April, WM sent me a link to a house and we were off and running. The entire process was just as shit-tastic and stressful as I remembered it from before. Luckily we had a great team of people in place to help out. My mom was our buyer’s agent, and the team at Century 21 Mortgage was super-helpful and kept us on task with the dozens of pages of documents we had to scan and send in.

Snoozing dogs.

Snoozing dogs.

Last Saturday, we moved out of the Dee-luxe Apartment in the sky with the help of Aron Movers, who were speedy and amazing. Seriously, hire movers. They get dissed forever, but Comcast didn’t let us down, sending a tech on a Saturday to run wires and get us set up. The customer service rep also coded us as new customers, which knocked our monthly price down. Much appreciated. We bought a new mattress from Macy’s Furniture store in Cherry Hill (ask for John) that was delivered on time.

And a week later, here we are. It’s a lovely bi-level home with a yard for the dogs, multiple toilets, a washer and dryer for our own personal use, and some spare rooms in case we grow. And if we don’t grow, spare rooms for more stuff. 😉 There are still plenty of boxes to unpack, and my clothing is still mostly in spacesaving bags, and our refrigerator is just about empty but we are here! The living room is set up, the dogs are dozing on the carpet and the WWE Network is on TV.

Print by Mary Blair for Disney, postcards from Birchbox!

Print by Mary Blair for Disney, postcards from Birchbox!

I choked up when we turned in our apartment keys. The Dee-luxe Apartment in the Sky (Real name: Heights of Collingswood) was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I showed up a broken down person with 2 cats, and left a happily married lady with a husband, 2 dogs, and a job I love.

Sure, I won’t miss having neighbors who leave their stoves on and flood the hallway with gas. Or the power outages or the tepid “hot” water in the mornings. But the HoC gave us the ability to pull ourselves together, save the money we needed to and get back in the game.

Tomorrow is our third anniversary. The traditional gift for that is leather, but in this case we think the “House on Literary Lane” will do just fine.

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