It's been an interesting couple of days. My mom had her hip replaced last week, and she's doing fantastically. She's a great example of taking care of your body. She's going home today after two weeks in the hospital and rehab. We spent the weekend visiting her and wrecking her house and making the first real dinner that my dad has eaten in two weeks.
Mom came home today, and we stocked her fridge with plenty of unhealthy food.
We had two showings this weekend, and I don't think one of them showed up. Dear Realtors®: For the love of Pete, if you expect me to close the toilet seats, leave on all the lights, plump the pillows, and hustle my three kids out of the house, would it kill you to actually SHOW UP?!?
Another interesting thing this week: a reporter from Baristnet contacted me because of my blatherings on MOL and my blog, and interviewed Vanessa and me about the frequency of open houses in today's market. Hey, any publicity is good publicity, right? Unfortunately the reporter took a picture of Vanessa (tall, willowly, stylish) and me (troll like) in front of our house. I hope it turns out okay.
We bit the bullet this weekend and signed up from Westside Rentals, after determining that the WB will reimburse us for it. We are finding a lot of townhouses in Burbank in our price range (3br in Burbank for less than $2200 with a two car garage that you can use as secured storage and park on the street -- there doesn't seem to be any parking rules in LA). Right now we need to find a place where Evan can have a quick commute from and that the kids can walk to an excellent school from.
Me? What do I need? I need a decent kitchen, a washer and dryer in the unit. I need the master bedroom to be big enough to hold a king size bed and my desk ( we don't have a king size bed, we were planning on giving The Goose our queen bed and getting a king for us). Someday Evan and I will be able to stretch out in a big bed, but lately we always have a kid with us. So what the hey, let's give The Goose the queen bed, to be used as a guest room -- The Goose can bunk with the boys -- and Evan and I can splurge on a king size bed. I would love to walk to school. I would love to find a preschool nearby to enroll The Goose in.
We will be heading out to LA next Sunday, visiting lots of schools and apartments. Keep tuned for crabby updates about tiny apartments and expensive food and awesome theme parks!
just a hint from someone who rented an apartment in So Cal...for some reason A LOT apartments don't come with refrigerators. I know, right? so make sure you look for one. because eating out an ice chest SUUUUUCKS. (unless you are camping.)
ReplyDeleteYou are not a troll my dahling--you are one hot mama!!
ReplyDeletep.s. glad your Mom is doing well!
ReplyDeleteLoving the blog, looking forward to your adventures out left. Though I have an obscure feeling of unfairness that I never really got to know you here.
ReplyDeleteEricka, what is up with that? I don't understand that at all. Do people really move their fridge with them?
ReplyDeleteThanks Anne and Deborah!
ReplyDeleteDeb, did your friend Maureen ever see the house?