Almost four years ago, I found out that I was pregnant with my second sweet baby. Wes and I had just bought a new home, and I was returning to work after 14 months at home with Abigail. After I dropped her off with my mom, I drove up mom's windy mountain road and my tire blew out, causing me to hit a guard rail. I missed my first day back to work. Last year, three months after we bought our Jeep, I dropped my kids off at my mom's, was on my way to my first day back to work after Christmas vacation, and I got into a minor accident. So this morning, I was a bit wary of my first day of actually working at the consignment. I do know that there is no such thing as luck, or Karma, but I was a bit nervous. I ddropped off my kids, drove extra slowly up mom's road, extra slowly past the previous wreck sites, and went to work at the mall. I had a great, very busy day. I went to mom's, had dinne with my family, got into my car to drive my dad to Blowing Rock to pick up his truck, when, out from no where, a deer decides to jump into my wheel well. Yes, I was hit by a deer. Our new XTerra, that we just purchased in October, totally mangled in the front passenger corner. The bumper and wheel well were mashed up into my tire. (Mind you, I had a flat tire yesterday because someone left 7 nails in my drive behind my tire again, so the only spare is on my back driver side tire. Yeah!) Well, the tire was ok (Thank you Lord!) and my dad and the kids were ok (Bigger thank you, Lord!). I am ok with just a hint of muscle strain in my shoulder, but I have had worse, so it is nothing I am worried about. I am almost tempted to wonder why these things happen when I start to work. Seriously. You can't say I was mentally looking for something to happen, because that rotten old deer decided to leap out from the bush into my bumper. I am ok with it all, though. I broke the car. Oh well. Things can be fixed. And on this earth, nothing stays new and pretty. It just gives me more reaosn to look forward to the perfection of my eternal home.