Lil update on the fridge situation

The good news is that repairing our fridge – which died on Friday – (barring any unforeseen circumstances) will be covered under our warranty which expires on Oct. 4. Hooray!!! πŸ™‚ (Couldn’t have cut that too much closer now, could we??)

The bad news is that we can’t get it repaired until probably Thursday. Groan!!! πŸ™

This morning I cooked 14 chicken breasts that had all thawed when the fridge/freezer died. I plan to refreeze them in a friend’s freezer until ours is repaired. I’ve also baked 4 loaves of zucchini bread from a monster zucchini picked from our garden a while back.

I’m not really enjoying living out of coolers on our kitchen floor (I never was very big on camping), but it sure is making me plan well in advance what we are going to eat for dinner this week.

Anyway, I’m very relieved that we won’t have to shell out the money for a costly repair or a new fridge, though I did get a handful of replies off my posting on Freecycle and Craigslist from people giving away a fridge or selling one at a reduced rate. It’s nice to see that people (strangers to me even) are ready to jump in and help out if needed. πŸ™‚ Yay for the kindness of strangers! πŸ™‚

What REALLY stresses me out

Ugh! What a day! I started off yesterday feeling in a funk and it just didn’t get any better as the day progressed. Around 5:30, I discovered water all over our kitchen floor. I opened the freezer only to find that everything in there had thawed!! Neither the freezer nor the fridge was cooling anymore. OMG!

When Jody got home from work, he cleaned off the back and vacuumed out underneath it, hoping that would fix the problem. But it seems he was too late. It looks like our compressor has bit the dust. πŸ™

The Whirlpool repairman Jody talked to on the phone said it would cost a bare minimum of $350 to replace the compressor, but it could definitely be more. UGH!

Our fridge was only 5 years old. I thought they lasted forever!

We have 0 extra money right now. There’s no money to buy a compressor. There’s no money to buy a new fridge.

I’m asking around to see if anyone we know has a fridge they are no longer using (to sell or give away). It’s a long shot, but I even posted on Freecycle. Can’t hurt to try.

Lesson learned – be sure to vacuum off the back of your fridge and underneath your fridge on a semi-regular basis to avoid compressor burn-out. I hate such expensive lessons.

So anyway, this fridge thing usurps all other things I posted about as “stressing me out” yesterday. Yes, it takes the cake.


Update: Well, it turns out the compressor SHOULD be covered under our 5-year warranty (which will expire in October – eep!!). Hallelujah! (Keep your fingers crossed.) So now Jody is on the phone trying to schedule a repair and get it all straightened out. We’ll be living out of coolers packed with ice in the meantime. It’s like camping right in our own kitchen. πŸ˜‰ Ah, what an adventure.

SPF – β€œWorked up, stressed out, and worn out”

Katy says this week’s theme is:
“Let’s see what gets you worked up, stressed out, and worn out.”

I’ve got a few things up my sleeve that fit that theme quite nicely.

1) My dogs
My dogs have been stressing me out like crazy lately. They tear up our semi-new sod in the backyard and have been running away every chance they get. Note the hole they’ve chewed into the gate! Arg!

2) Doing laundry
It’s neverending! Whew! :oP

3)Lack of time
It seems like there’s never enough time to do everything I want/need to do. I’d have a picture to illustrate this, but uh…I’m out of time!!

4)Lack of money
Just like time, there never seems to be enough $$ money $$.
(I cheated on this pic.)

4) Last, but certainly not least – EverQuest II
EQ (aka EverCrack!) gets me very worked up. – My dh hasn’t been playing it much lately (thank you, Jody), but I still can’t stand this game. Did you know there have been real life suicides linked to the game? And one woman’s 3-year-old daughter died while she played EQ. See this story and this story and sadly still this story.
Anyway, you get the point.
This … game … infuriates … me.

Update: I feel the need to clarify that I am not a gamer and I do NOT play EQ – not now, not ever. I just have no desire to play games. It’s my husband’s obsession er, I mean hobby, πŸ˜‰ not mine. And yes, he’s played more than just EQ1 and EQ2. It was World of Warcraft for a while and also that Star Wars game. Blah. Not a fan of games here.

See what gets the rest of the bunch stressed out over at Katy’s blog.

15 minutes

Just a Girl asks in her blog today – Have you experienced your 15 minutes of fame yet?

I would say that I have.

I was in a Peugeot (French car) magazine about six years ago when they ran an article about people with webcam sites. Yes, I used to have a cam site. (No, it didn’t have nudity or anything, just my day-to-day life). Don’t ask me why a car magazine was running an article about cam sites, but they did!

I was in a segment Fox news did about HypnoBirthing when I was pregnant with Ava. They were interviewing a friend of mine who is a HB instructor and they showed some footage of her practicing some relaxation techniques with me. I looked like a big dork, especially because I wore a bright green maternity shirt with my big ol’ belly. What was I thinking?

Hmm, that’s all that comes to mind.

So, what about you? Have you had *your* 15 minutes of fame? Feel free to answer in comments below or on your own blog. πŸ™‚

Slacker

I’ve been a blogging slacker the past couple days. Reason being I’ve been hard at work on my new business venture which I hope to announce VERY soon! πŸ™‚

So I have nothing to write about at the moment other than to say I’m around, just not blogging much (though I did manage to get through my blogroll yesterday). Hopefully I can launch this thing soon and then have a little bit more free time.

Talk at y’all soon. πŸ˜‰

Self Portrait Friday

Ah, what the hell. I decided to join in with Katy and the gang over at The Grass Isn’t Greener for SPF – aka Self Portrait Friday. πŸ™‚

This week’s theme is “what do you do to relax” so here are some of the things I like to do to relax.

Mess around on the computer in my pjs:

Take a long hot shower (doesn’t happen often with a toddler in the house):

Watch tv (uh, except it’s usually on when I’m watching it):

Read (again, doesn’t happen very often):

I’m not much of a drinker, but I don’t mind kicking back with some ice cream to help me unwind, so…
Eat ice cream:

Be sure to check out the rest of the kids to see how everyone else likes to relax. πŸ™‚

Too close for comfort

We’re cutting it just a little too close for comfort with our bills this month. So close that I’m trying to time the mailing of certain bills just perfectly so they are received after Jody gets paid again on the 15th, but before they are technically considered late. Actually some are getting sent late – the ones that don’t have any penalties for being received a couple days past due.

Like our mortgage was due on the 1st, but we have a grace period until the 16th. I mailed it today and hope that it gets there on Monday or Tuesday so the money is definitely there and we can avoid any late fees.

Ugh. How did we get to this point?

Seriously, I don’t think we’ve ever had a month this bad before. Usually there’s no worry about bills getting paid on time or having the money to cover checks. We’ve even been able to afford to send extra money to pay down our one credit card. But it’s back to minimum payments on that for a while.

I’m not sure exactly what happened to get us to where we are now. We did have a few larger purchases recently (a grill and a Dyson vacuum), but we paid for them using our tax return from last year. I think it may be as simple as living on one salary has finally caught up to us. Eep. (Although going over a year has certainly been a good run and I feel fortunate for that.)

Anyway, I’m carefully monitoring our funds and we’ll be living even more frugally for a while as we try to play catch up.

Jody is up for a raise in another month. I’ve got a small business venture in the works to help us make some extra money. And I need to continue to focus on a photography business, but I really am having a hard time with spending money on a new camera that we can’t afford.

I know it will all work out ok, but I hate feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place. Maybe I should start playing the lottery. :oP

Just one more reason

My OB/GYN’s office just gave me one more reason why I am so glad to be leaving their practice.

Here’s a little history on why I decided to find a new doctor.
1. Dr. Lame (as I like to call her) never volunteered any information to me while I was in the hospital for 5 days recovering from HELLP syndrome. If I didn’t know the questions to ask, I got nothing.
2. Despite my clear birthing plan that I would be “breathing my baby down,” (as is taught in HypnoBirthing) NOT pushing on command while holding my breath, Dr. Lane instructed me, “Hold your breath while you push!” I refused. (Small victory for Amy.)
3. Despite my best efforts to avoid an episiotomy, Dr. Lame convinced me I was going to tear horribly if I didn’t have one, and in the throes of labor I agreed to be cut.
4. Dr. Lame had no bedside manner what-so-ever.
5. (This is the one that really put me over the edge.) The morning after AVA was born, Dr. Lame asked me how my SON was doing!!! If she couldn’t remember the sex of my child from the night before, she needed to consult my chart (which should have it in there for God’s sake!)!

Anyway, all of these reasons and more made me decide that I never wanted to see the woman again. So when it came time for my annual physical this year, I decided to go elsewhere and request my records from Dr. Lame’s office for my new physician.

That brings me to my story…

I sent in a signed request for my medical records about 5 weeks ago. After not receiving the records in the mail or getting a call asking me to pick them up, I called the office last week to find out if they even received the the request in the first place. “Oh yes, we have it. Can you come in Tuesday morning to pick them up?” “Sure, not a problem.”

Tuesday afternoon (because we got a late start on the day), Ava and I drove to the office to pick up my records. “Oooh, it looks like Dr. Lame hasn’t signed off on them yet. It should be later today or tomorrow. Can I give you a call and let you know?” “Sure, that will be fine.”

Tuesday evening I get a call saying the records are ready. “Come by “anytime.” I interpret “anytime” to mean any time during business hours. Seems straight-forward enough, right?

So today, Wednesday afternoon, Ava and I drive up there AGAIN. We take the elevator to the 2nd floor and walk up to the office. The lights are off inside and there’s a note on the locked door that says “Please leave the mail with the Land Title Office.”

You gotta be kidding me! Where are they?? Strike two!!

So I get out my pen and write on the note:
“Name of Practice,
Please call Amy ________ at 123-456-7890 re: medical records. This is the 2nd time I’ve been by to pick them up. Thank you, Amy ________”

Just a little while ago they called and left a message (I had a sleeping child on me and couldn’t answer the phone) to say “I’m so sorry we weren’t here. We’re back now and will be in the office until 5:30/6.”

Did they offer to put them in the mail for me so I don’t have to make a THIRD trip up there? No.

Jody said I should call them back and tell them I have a child (though they probably don’t have that in their records!) and I can’t make five trips up there a day. It’d be funnier if it weren’t so likely.

I just want my stinkin’ records so I can wash my hands of them. Is that too much to ask?

Shower me with kisses

I was working on the computer upstairs in our office tonight while Jody played with Ava in the living room. After about 30 minutes, I heard her chattering as she came up the stairs. She walked up to me looking cute as a bug in her lil yellow jammies. I picked her up into my lap where she immediately began showering me with kisses. 21 kisses to be exact. Yes, I counted them aloud as she kissed me. πŸ˜‰

In the middle of this, Jody came upstairs to get her. She started signing “milk please” to me (well, really just “please” – she’s dropped the “milk” part of it over the past couple days – guess it was slowing her down) as she continued to give me kisses.

When Jody tried to lean in to steal a kiss, she gave him the stink eye and said “bye-bye.” A few seconds later he leaned in trying for one more and got pushed away along with another “bye-bye.” Aww, poor daddy. He walked away feeling dejected.

Apparently all my kisses were her way of sucking up to me (doh, quite literally) so that she could nurse. πŸ˜‰ I’m not complaining. It was one of the sweetest things she’s ever done (and that’s saying a lot).

I got a few more kisses when she was finished nursing and then off she went toddling happily back to daddy to play some more.

Daddy was happy. Mama was happy. Ava was happy.

*Sigh* πŸ™‚ I’m a lucky woman.