Who made a 'Corry's Car' voodoo doll, and keeps poking FRIGGIN PINS IN IT!!!??? So yeah...I'm at my boyfriends new place right now on his computer...he's downstairs fixing my car...thankfully it broke as I was still in his driveway, and not going down the highway, because if it had, there is a good chance I'd be dead or near it. I got up this morning, took a shower, got dressed, and went to head into town to get eggs so I could make Erik breakfast on his very first morning in his new place. His driveway is tough to navigate in reverse, so I was turning it around...I had just put in in Drive and was starting to creep down the driveway, when the front drivers side crashes down like I had driven into a pothole or something. Erik comes out, the first thing he says is "your wheel fell off! Who was the last one to work on it?" (did I mention my car has been in the shop 4 times this month already? And three of those times were because of flat tires?) Then he gets up to where I am, and he goes "nope, I'm wrong...the ball joint broke. So yeah...my tire is sticking out at a really odd angle (reminded me of a broken bone where you could see the bone sticking out). He also said something about the half-drive (I had never heard of that) coming all the way out of the car...or something. We had to drive to his old house (where he lived with his dad) about 40 minutes away and load up his truck with all his tools, and everything...now these were HEAVY objects, let me tell you! 3 tool boxes, jacks, a huge air compressor because the tools are air powered tools, and no other males to help him lift it all in the truck. I think we should have just sold all the tools and bought me a new car...we'd have been able to get enough to get me a much nicer car than this! Haha..j/k. Sorry all...I'm venting a bit here. Oh...now here's the other thing...this happened halfway down the drive, which is on a very gravely hill....so he couldn't work on it there. He jacked it up, and we tried to push it up the hill to the garage, but it didn't even pretend to move. He ended up going over to his neighbors, who brought over his tractor, and we lifted the front of the car up in the bucket, and pushed it. My car now has several fresh scratches and scrapes around the front end, but there was nothing else we could really do. Anyway...I don't know why I am still babbling...I'm just really stressed..when they had the front end in the bucket of the tractor, I became nauseated because I was so tense...I'm still feeling a bit sick from it. And this all happens after about 3 other things happened last night that really stressed me out. Is it possible to have a stress related heart attack at 22? Cuz I think I'm gonna be having one soon. Ok...I guess I should go now. I'm gonna go and count my lucky stars that this didn't happen a mile or so down the road.