Stressed Much?

Caution: Long venting post ahead

My life is crazy lately. I am busy every second of everyday. There is ALWAYS something I could and/or should be doing. Wedding stuff ya, blah, blah blah, now I just got finished moving, still unpacking though which will probably take months, and work has been insane. Lately one thing after another has been going wrong.

My dress....it's borderline too short, bunchy in the middle, got taken in too much (or I got fat, which is entirely possible since I have had absolutely NO time to go to the gym in the past 2 1/2 weeks), and now has to have the zipper replaced. You pay over $300 for alterations, the thing should fit like a f-ing glove!

The other night while cooking dinner I knocked over an almost full bottle of olive oil. It crashed to the ground and glass and olive oil went everywhere.

We just barely switched from Comcast to Direct TV. I HATE comcast with a passion, I think they are a rip off. Anyway, they came and installed our dish and it stopped working a couple of hours after they left. We also got new internet providers. The new guys came, did their thing and the internet stopped working a couple hours after they left too. Karl called to cancel Comcast right after we got installed with the new guys (Blue Zone). They are cheaper, but it's slightly slower download speeds, but we're not weirdo gamers (Missy? :))who need the fastest connection possible for gaming stuff so we didn't really care, it was cheaper from the crooks at Comcast. Of course when he calls they offer to match the price we were getting from the new guys, but too late we already paid for installation and equipment! The annoying thing is we called a couple days earlier to see if they would give us any deals because we were gonna cancel in the next few days. Nope, no deals then, but all of a sudden after we get all hooked up with the new guys a deal is magically available. Lame.

Today as I was grabbing breakfast on my way out the door I took a drink of my juice and noticed it didn't seem as cold as it usually does. I didn't really think anything of it, I figured maybe my fridge was colder at my place and Karl probably doesn't keep his as cold. I talked to Karl after I got to work and told him to check it out, but it was probably just me. I get home from work, open the fridge to look for a snack......something's not right. It smells.....off, it doesn't really stink, just something isn't right. I decide to look in the freezer. Oh ya, the fridge is dead, everything in the freezer is starting to thaw and all the food in the fridge is starting to go bad. Just lovely. Karl of course didn't check the fridge this morning before he left for work like I asked him to. Now, we are about to have a fridge and a freezer full of bad food. We can't go look at fridges because Karl is working, big surprise I know. He was supposed to be off at 5, he has to stay late, no big suprise there either. I had to run to the nearest gas station and loaded up on blocks of ice, come home dig through the garage that is full of all of my stuff that is yet to be unpacked to find the coolers. I have just finished packing the coolers with food. Of course it didn't all fit. And the freezer stuff I didn't even bother with, because a cooler can't keep things frozen! Which totally pisses me off because there's a lot of meat in there and meat is expensive! I was going to run the freezer stuff over to Karl's parents house who live like 2 miles away. I can't get a hold of them though, and the last time Karl made me get something at their house when they weren't home I set the alarm off because Karl told me the wrong code! I should just run to Lowe's and buy and new fridge and have that baby delivered tonight. No way though. Both Karl and I know if I went to buy a fridge by myself I would probably get the most expensive one (with useless features like a built in tv)and probably get talked into buying all new appliances (which wouldn't be a totally bad thing) along with it. During my trip to the gas station I called to vent/cry to my mom. She said that the lint on the coils on the back of the fridge make it stop working and sometimes if you vacuum them off the fridge will start working again. I started to carefully pull out the fridge from the wall. Crash! I broke another bottle, but this time it's an almost full bottle of Peach Schnapps. It falls behind the fridge and breaks. Great. At least the peach smell that consumed the kitchen was quite pleasant. I clean that up and go grab the vacuum to clean off these coils my mom was talking about. Get the vacuum and, oh ya, we're out of vacuum bags. Awesome. Good thing my roomie JRun got a vacuum for Christmas and so I grabbed her vacuum. I finish pulling the fridge the rest of the way out and I don't see any freakin' coils! I vacuumed up all the lint and crud that was back there but of course the fridge is still dead. And now I missed my body pump class at the gym that I was going to go to no matter what. I missed the gym but I feel EXHAUSTED. I need a vacation (honeymoon), oh wait that's not planned yet either! It will be a miracle if I survive the next 6 weeks.