Storytime Part III (I kid you not)

So...I think this state wants me dead.  First, a deer hit my Eagle last year, followed three weeks later by a texter hitting our Firebird at a red light.  Then, two weeks ago, after I picked out a crib at Ikea and found nice men to load the box into my SUV, a nice 23-year-old recent college graduate decided her red light was really green and crashed head-on into my front passenger door.  Somehow this turned one or both of us and her back hit my back, denting my car and shattering one of her windows.  The really unfortunate thing was that I just about gave my father a heart attack - I had him on speaker phone and had just said, "Hi Daddy!" when she slammed into me, I screamed, and the phone went flying.  After doing a fast inventory that A) I was in one piece and B) I did, in fact, have a green light and therefore wasn't at fault (I don't know why this was the first thought in my head) I went about trying to frantically find the phone that had flown somewhere into the floor of my car, all the while calling out to my still-on-the-line father that I had been hit, was fine, but couldn't find my phone.  He claims that he "heard my voice so figured what had happened" but I am sure he was being a bit too reassuring; he did listen to his only daughter who was 8 months pregnant with his first grandchild get hit by a car from 1300 miles away...



Her airbag deployed, but thankfully both of us were fine but for some bruises.  Her eyes went about as big as saucers when I unloaded my pregnant self from my seat, and she burst into tears to find out that not only was I a pregnant army wife but I had just bought a crib for my soon-to-arrive firstborn.  This was her first accident, and she totaled her faithful Ford Escape she had been driving since she was sixteen.  Due to the airbag and my pregnancy, EMS arrived quickly to clear us - Spartacus was fine.  She was insured, the sheriff and tow truck arrived quickly, and the scene was cleared in about half an hour.  In some ways I was glad to have been in the accidents last year, because I didn't experience any of the shock or stress I had then - I already knew that I was fine, and cars were replaceable.

My driver's side - see, looks drive-able right? No...sad.

A sad headlight...the life dangling out of its faithful being

It's really impressive to be able to T-bone and still hit the front and the back

And...totaled.

Downsides: first, my car is totaled, and we have to replace it sometime in the next week before my rental car money runs out and/or a baby arrives.  Two, the crib I had bought for my hubster to put together for Fathers' Day is still sitting in the back of my SUV an hour away at a collision place, waiting for us to drive my rental Nissan Rouge down to pick up (seeing as it would not fit in my husband's RX-8).  Three, I really liked that car!  I was talking to a dear friend of mine getting ready to get married in three weeks about how everything seems a little crazy right now, and she pointed out sagely, "When is life ever NOT crazy?"  Upsides: Despite having three cars totaled in 18 months, NONE of them were our fault and therefore our premiums haven't increased.  I have a bruise on my knee where it hit the steering wheel.  And that's it.  God is good!