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Friday, April 25, 2003
Not again
In the past month I have received not one, but two, speeding tickets. What is up with that, I never speed. Well, almost never. I don't know what has come over me lately.
On both occasions I did not even know that I was speeding. We're not talking 4 miles over either. Granted, I was super excited because I was on my way to attend, for the very first time ever, a birth. I was excited, nervous, afraid I would miss it, but mostly just oblivious. It was 1 am and I had the road all to myself. What a better time to take the ole minivan out to stretch her legs. That was my first ticket in all my years of driving.
The second ticket was bestowed upon me yesterday as Tamara and I were coming home from Decatur. I attribute this to our visit to the Mocha Room, where I had two huge, yummy mixed coffees chalk full of caffeine(and chocolate, and caramel, and hazelnut...yum). Yowser, I do not drink caffeine. My hands were doing their own little jig every time I tried to hold them away from my body. And to top that high off, we found wonderful deals at consignment shops and used book stores. I was just was too geeked for my own good. (Did I just say 'geeked'?) So we were cruising on home after all of our good deals, and I drove through a school zone a wee bit(SHUT UP Tamara) too fast. It is at the very edge of town, where the road turns into highway speed within 100 yards or so, and the blinking lights just came on to lower the speed limit ever more. Sigh.
I was so worried about telling Matt about getting yet another ticket. He was so good about it. He knows that I don't normally drive so crazily, and was very forgiving. So I am turning in my wings and slowing down Driving Miss Daisy style. Hell, I have a freakin minivan, so blue hair is the obvious next step anyhow.
Note to Self: Slow the hell down. Take time to smell the exhaust fumes.
In the past month I have received not one, but two, speeding tickets. What is up with that, I never speed. Well, almost never. I don't know what has come over me lately.
On both occasions I did not even know that I was speeding. We're not talking 4 miles over either. Granted, I was super excited because I was on my way to attend, for the very first time ever, a birth. I was excited, nervous, afraid I would miss it, but mostly just oblivious. It was 1 am and I had the road all to myself. What a better time to take the ole minivan out to stretch her legs. That was my first ticket in all my years of driving.
The second ticket was bestowed upon me yesterday as Tamara and I were coming home from Decatur. I attribute this to our visit to the Mocha Room, where I had two huge, yummy mixed coffees chalk full of caffeine(and chocolate, and caramel, and hazelnut...yum). Yowser, I do not drink caffeine. My hands were doing their own little jig every time I tried to hold them away from my body. And to top that high off, we found wonderful deals at consignment shops and used book stores. I was just was too geeked for my own good. (Did I just say 'geeked'?) So we were cruising on home after all of our good deals, and I drove through a school zone a wee bit(SHUT UP Tamara) too fast. It is at the very edge of town, where the road turns into highway speed within 100 yards or so, and the blinking lights just came on to lower the speed limit ever more. Sigh.
I was so worried about telling Matt about getting yet another ticket. He was so good about it. He knows that I don't normally drive so crazily, and was very forgiving. So I am turning in my wings and slowing down Driving Miss Daisy style. Hell, I have a freakin minivan, so blue hair is the obvious next step anyhow.
Note to Self: Slow the hell down. Take time to smell the exhaust fumes.