Yikes

I had to peel my jaw up off the cement as I was filling up my gas tank yesterday - $3.19 per gall. is a lot for Texas. I closed my eyes when I swiped my card. . . ignorance is certainly bliss in this case.


I know that you CA folks are suffering even more, and you do have my pity . . .

Marred and Dented

So, here's a little update on my traffic citation -

My fine was $192 smackeroos (EEEKK), so H and I both did some research on the thing, and found out that contesting the thing would hardly be worth it, as I would still end up paying miscellaneous fees. What a headache.

So, gritting my teeth and swallowing my pride - I gathered myself and paid the &*%# thing - even though I think it was completely UNCALLED for - and, right now, I am hating on small-town cops.

God is trying to teach me humility - which I am fine with - but can it not involve my wallet next time - please???

Crank

(this is from last friday night - tid bit late in posting)

Last night began with a cheery start, as weazled my way through heavy traffic, home to my dear Hubby. We were raring to watch our Spurs take on the Mavs and so I fixed some super yummy burritos, beans and rice and we settled in for the exhilarating game that kept us on the edge the entire way through. Halftime came around, Spurs were up by one in this extremely close game and we both agreed that a trip to HEB for icecream was in order. What's a game without icecream? ;)

I was in the car in seconds. H stayed behind to play with the dog and clean the kitchen. A short drive down the road and as i was turning into the HEB parking lot a cop flashed his lights on me and pulled me over - for what??? I was NOT speeding. I had my lights on. I put my blinker on to get into the turn lane. What in the world???

A very large cop approached my car and I immediately asked, "um, hi, why did you pull me over?" "Well, you passed a car on the left in a turn lane."
Rewind here. Okay. There was a slow moving truck before me, but I stuck it out until about ten feet before the turn lane began for HEB. I did pass him, but I was just cruising up to the light in the turn lane, and not trying to get in front of him. I was going the speed limit, again, I must make that clear and known (to those of you who doubt my driving).
He asked for my insurance. Boy, did I tear that car apart trying to find our newest insurance card. I explained that this was a new car and I needed a little bit to open up the manual book and the glove compartment. He was fine to wait. I called my hubby in frustrated tears, asking where the insurance card was. I finally found it - right where it should be - in the glove compartment.

The cop was still not budging. . . so I got a traffic citation for this stupid 'offense' which I am baffled by. I am still wondering if I should contest it. It seemed like a completely ridiculous thing for me to get a citation for.


I was in a pretty irate mood in the store as I grabbed our ice cream essentials. I drove VERY carefully home and couldn't bring myself to watch our team struggle against the Mavs in the state I was in. I had to clean the kitchen first, and settle down. H informed me that we were winning, and so we got our icecream and finished off the cranky night with a Spurs win. WOHOO.

Life goes on. I admit, my attitude was not stellar, but I still feel like this was not fair. :( Kay, done with my pity party.

And one more thing . . .

Phew . . .

Today I was cleared from this charge :)

H is for . . .

Haven, Hector, Hofwoman, House

Hofman

We seem a little partial to the letter

H

Here's the newest addition to our little collection

Which stands for

:)

Hi, my name is Accord.

I was born in 2004, but I still am young and full of spirit.

I have 33k.

I had kind of a big price tag but my parents said I was worth it.

I'm glad.

I'll take care of my owners better than those other wheels they were driving.

Awww, shucks

I have a confession to make. . . a little bit delayed, but here goes. . .

I got a ticket for speeding at the end of August. . .

Yes, (shock) I do speed. Unashamed. And frequently.
This time, evidentially, I was going 63 or so in a 45 mph zone. I was in a part of the city that I normally never go, and over the span of 15 miles, it seemed like the speed limit changed at least 4 times. Or maybe I am just making excuses.

The thing was, when I was caught, I was going the speed limit. . . but anyway. . .

Well, like a good and honest citizen, I sold the city of Helotes the rights to my first-born, paid the hundred and forty dollar fine, bought the driver's training video, and now, yes, today, I have to watch the 6 hour thing.

I am not trying to make you pity me either.

Just thought I'd confess. ;)