Our hockey team lost in the pre-regional game tonight. We have lost 3 years in a row to this team. I hate to lose, but it's even worse when you live with the coach. I just know how much he believed in his team, how much time he's put into them...sigh. I know in the big scheme of things, it's only a game, but for once it would be nice if we came out on top. It's been a long season and I can't say I'm sad that it's over. Time to move on.
I'm still feeling pretty crummy. I looked at my tonsils in the mirror tonight and I definitely have white spots on them. My neck is swollen and hurts to move. I feel like I have a fever and all I could think is: GET ME HOME to get into my jammies and curl up on the couch.
On the way home, I passed a cop car and automatically tapped my brakes. Yes, I was speeding and I knew I was busted! Dang. So of course he spun around and pulled me over. He said I was going 51 in a 30. NO WAY!!! (I still do not believe I was going that fast...maybe 45?)
When I reached into my purse, the cop said, "Ma'am, is that a can in your purse?"
I was like, "Ohmygosh, officer, it's a can of diet coke! I'm a mom with 5 kids, I have a fever and strep throat and I was on my way home from a hockey game...I just live a block away!"
Cop: "why does that give you right to speed?"
Me: "I wasn't saying I have a right to speed, I was just telling you that I'm NOT DRINKING! I'm sitting here listening to A PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE, for goodness sakes!" (He looks over at the passenger seat and there's a book laying on the seat titled: MY MONESTARY IS A MINIVAN!)
He walks back to the cop car with license, registration, and proof of insurance. I'm sitting there just running this through my mind. In all my 45 years, I have never gotten a speeding ticket. My info button on my car says I drive an average of 25 miles per hour, for pete's sake! Twenty one miles over the limit is like a wreckless driving ticket! My insurance is going to go up! What am I going to do?
Cop: "Ma'am, did you see that police car that just went by?"
Me: "No, I didn't."
Cop: "Well, it was the chief of police and if he would have stopped, I was going to have to give you a ticket. I'm gonna let you go tonight."
Me: "Thanks, officer." (huge sigh of relief)
Yep, I'm getting my jammies on and curling up on the couch.
Is this week over yet?
3 comments:
WHEW---and yes officer we moms always hide our beer in our purses....busted. :) Can you even imagine what they see and hear everyday...I think I don't have a clue.
Thanks for leaving me a comment on my blog Connie! I am new to the blogging thing so it is exciting to see someone is actually reading it. Your funny story of being pulled over reminded me of what happen to us last year. My water broke at midnight last February and my husband was in a big hurry to get me to the hospital at about 2 in morning. (it was my 7th child so there was a chance he could of just jumped out you know!) A state cop pulled us over and was taking his time back in his car calling in our license plate number or whatever. My husband kept putting his hand out the window waving for him to hurry up and when he came up to the window he acted like he didn't believe my husband that I was in labor and had to flash the light on my belly like 40 times. He finally let us go with no ticket but I guess I should of put on a good show by yelling and sweating and maybe he would of hurried the heck up. I did have the baby about 3 hours later. I guess he had heard that story before and didn't believe it lol. Your blog is great too!!!! Amy
I'm glad you didn't get a ticket!
I hope by now you are better.
I was always viewed with suspicion by my children in tournaments: they knew I wasn't exactly hoping they would win, though I was 100% behind THEM :)
Thanks for visiting my blog! See you again soon!
xoxo
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