Carrrrrrrr Truhbul

Wayyy back in 1995 when wedding videos were still a newish thing to do, they used to spend a lot of time "talking" to everyone at the wedding.  Particularly, they talked to family members.  I HATED that part. Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING makes me feel more awkward than being video taped just talking to a camera.  UGH!  But, I digress.  In 1995 my sister got married, and she happened to get married one week before her soon to be brother in law.  Anyway, on their video there is a moment with LJ (the bro in law) where the videographer caught him outside the Temple.  He says to the camera  "Troy, Jenny, so sorry I missed your wedding.  Carrrrrr Truhbul."  And just the way he said it was so funny.  That phrase has become a permanent part of family "speak".  We just bring it up for fun, or if it fits a situation, or whatever.  We also copy Troys Mom, because at the end of their video she says, in her cute little southern accent "It was just allsoperfect."  And yeah, ok, i realize now, you just HAVE to hear the inflections of these things to make sense (but they'll be funny to my family members who read this).  Just, try and work with me here, ok?!

This was all a very long explanation for my post title.  And the fact that the proverbial S@#* hit the fan, or the bottom dropped out, whichever you prefer.  It went a little something like this for us last Tues. as we left kids workshop and headed home.

"Something is WRONG with my car.  You need to follow me home."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know.  On my way to work I heard two loud popping sounds, then the car jerked and it just felt wierd."

"Ok, well I have to pick the kids up from my parents, so I will follow you there and then home."
(A minor argument over the stupidness of that ensued, and then he decided in a huff that he would just brave it.)

"Fine.  But I hope nothing happens to me."

He got in his car, I watched him back out, and drive away.  All looked to be working fine.  Just as I reached my car I heard a HUGE CLUNK, thud, screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech.  Then silence.

I thought...please don't be Jere, please don't be Jere.

I walked out to the main drive of the parking lot and there he was, car stopped in the middle, tire jutting at a hideous angle.  He got out.  I thought, please just be the tire fell off, please just be the tire fell off.

No such luck.

The tire was now completely holding UP the car and denting the wheel well.  Worse yet, the entire axle was ON.THE.GROUND.  This could NOT be a good thing.  There was a groove in the asphalt for at least 10 ft. from it dragging while Jere worked desperately to stop the car.  And there were bits of car strewn about too.

AWESOME!

"Yep, guess there was something wrong.!"

It's amazing how totally calm I remained.  I don't know why, or how.  Generally I'd be a bawling mess.  Just knowing that money was going to be involved.  But, nope, totally calm.  Called Triple A and ordered a tow truck and then hung out for nearly an hour.

This can't be a good thing.

Pretty sure tires aren't supposed to turn out quite like this.

YEP!  This is NOT a good thing.

Nice groove in the ground huh?  At least we'll always have a "souveignere"(how the crap do you spell that word?) of the great car debacle of '11.

After an hour wait, the coolest tow truck driver ever showed up.  Our buddy Julius, with his corn rows and ultra calm demeanor.  He was just so cool.  I liked him immediately.  I asked if this was gonna be hideous.  He just looked me deep in the eye for a little minute and then nodded his head in the affirmative.  Well, at least he was honest.  After a goodly amount of work on his part he finally got the car loaded up.

Awww Milly, what a sad state of affairs.

(Jere named the car Millie 8 years ago, because she was  "thoroughly modern.")

We dropped her off at the mechanics (who was now closed) and hoped for the best.

The best was NOT to come.

It was a bad break.

Knuckle joint and ball joint snapped, therefore ripping the entire axle out.

NINE.HUNDRED.DOLLARS later she would be fixed.

Somebody please just shoot me now.

But you know what the WORST part of it all was?  Due to the trauma and long time it took to take care of the situation (plus just the insanity of the week) I completely missed my darling Erikas baby shower that night.  I'm still bitter about it.  She lives in CA for goodness sake.  Came to town for a shower, and BOOM, I missed it.  Stupid car!  Stupid moving.  UGH!

So yeah, there has definitely been

Carrrrrrrrr Truhbul!

Knuckle joints and busted balls,

Allyson


In completely unrelated news....I LURVE So You Think You Can Dance and could not be happier that it is on!  Freaking fantastic show the otehr night.  So much dancing, so much squeeee.  Also, LOVE "The Voice." What a cool show.  Blake Sheltons team is tragic.  Christina Aguelerra is a freakshow, but girl knows what she's doin.  Adam Levine is hot and sexy.  The end!