Tuesday, June 12, 2012
This week is not turning out so great.
The catastrophes started Sunday, actually.
First, refrigerator starts smelling funny. Like a chemical smell. I tell the husband that something is wrong, he thinks it's just that something went bad in the fridge. Riiight. I know the difference between bad food smell and this smell. Lo-and-behold, the fridge goes kaput Sunday. Let the throw away spree begin.
Sunday is also the day that the husband's truck decides to lock up its transmission and has to be towed over 40 miles to a shop. Woot, woot.
Fridge repair guy comes out yesterday to take a look at the fridge. Good news: It's not freon we're smelling. Bad news: It's the fan that blows the coolant throughout the fridge. Extra bad news: A replacement fan will have to be ordered, and it won't come in until Monday. A whole freaking week without a refrigerator.
And then I decide that I'm finally going to break down and have my air conditioning in my car looked at. It's been blowing hot air again. Sad thing, I just replaced the compressor last year (it cost a pretty penny, too, even if we got the labor at a discounted price). And guess what's wrong with it? Yep, the compressor went out AGAIN. Pricetag to replace it? $900.
Let me just write you a [hot] check for that.
Also, my car's Kelley Blue Book value is $1,500. Awesome. It will cost me over half of what my car is worth to repair the AC.
So, I've been stressing. Also, this weekend my eating was less than stellar. I also missed my long run. So, I wasn't starting the week on a high note. I already felt like I'd let myself down.
And my brother and future sister-in-law are in town this week to get married in Bella Vista this weekend. More family will be coming in as the week goes on. Which means I have little to no time to workout. I will be running around and visiting and playing nice with the bride-t0-be's family. Okie dokie. I'm going to have to just really watch my eating.
I MIGHT be able to squeeze in a run tomorrow. I hope so. I should have ran last night, but I honestly was feeling too sorry for myself. Bad, Brandi!
I'll do better today. As long as something else doesn't blow up.