Saturday, May 16, 2009

local traffic pile up...

Apparently Little Dude has involved in a rollover accident this morning in his sports car. After he got out of his vehicle, Sissy was distracted by the accident and subsequently loss control of her...


...tractor... She was on her way to the field to do a little early spring plowing.

...bodies, tractors and sports cars were flying everywhere...

...thankfully not one tear was shed as a result of this traffic accident...however, Sissy decided to get a bigger tractor so this wouldn't happen again...

Busted...

Ever had that sinking feeling. You know, the one you have when you are just tooling along in your car like this:



and you see a police care tucked into a semi-hidden spot. Then you look down at the speedometer and think, "I'm toast."

I had one of those feelings this week.

Just cruisin' along with Little Dude in the back seat on the way to pick up Sissy from preschool. Then I saw "him". Too late. Radar gun going berserk in his car.

I just pulled over. I knew it down in the pit of my stomach. His lights flashed up behind me and he slowly made his way to my car.

"Mornin', I'm Officer Speedmeister from the Village of Upscale, I clocked you at $$$$$ over the speed limit, but my radar gun locked in at $$$$, can I see your license?"

(do they even think a person would say no?)

I passed him my license.

He confidently strode back to his car and did whatever they do in there. Little Dude says from his carseat, "What we doin' Momma? why we stopped?"

"Uh, Office Speedmeister is getting some paperwork done for Mommy." I said weakly.

Pretty soon Officer Speedmeister came back with my license, citation and a lecture.

"Ms. Leadfoot, I gave you a citation for the speed the radar gun locked at ($$$$)...this saves you significant money over the top speed ($$$$$). I noticed you slowed down when you saw me..."

(doesn't everybody if they SEE the police car with the radar gun pointed at them?)

"...so I suspect you wouldn't have slowed down in the speed zone ahead...so here's your gift from the Village of Upscale. If you'd like to contest the citation, your court date is in the middle of something else you need to do. Or you can just get a second job and mail in your payment."

Oh, yeah...we take checks...we in the Village of Upscale trust you.

(of course they do...they have my drivers license, my address and my love.)



A word to the wise...do not speed in the Village of Upscale.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

silly kid...



a bit of advice...

...while i recognize that swine flu (err H1N1 flu virus) has the potential to be very concerning, some things are just plain common sense.

do we really need to watch the evening news to find out that "if you have a runny nose, use a tissue..."?

or do you think the local paramedics are now making sure they have gloves and masks ready in their ambulance when they make a call to a home? as if that's any different than the protocol they used last week...last time we had one at our house, they came with all that stuff...

no one was any more informed as a result of watching that news report.