Day One

Today I had the grand idea to start a blog. Not so cutting edge, I know, with people blogging for years now on topics ranging from how to make french toast (not kidding) to friends who just found out they are having triplets. I may be a touch behind the times, but I thought what a wonderful way to share all my thoughts and opinions. Since I have so, so many opinions, the laptop has a high tolerance and it saves my husbands ears from bleeding. I will try to make it interesting and since I hope my Aunt and Uncle read it, it shall not be overly sassy.

Legal infraction, Southern Style:

On the infrequent occasions I am in the car sans toddler, I take advantage of the volume control on the stereo and take it as loud as possible. My husband and I, while driving back from an adult only weekend recently, employed this loud volume treat while listening to several old favorites including Van Halen. Something about open windows, and loud music, reverts me back to days when this combination made it inevitable not to go a touch above the speed limit. These were also the days when there was no such thing as "MOVING RADAR" which is apparently quite common these days in highway patrol vehicles.I believed I was paying acute attention to my surroundings and using all the caution necessary even as we passed a large police SUV passing us going the opposite direction. I saw nothing for several minutes and then received a nice surprise.

Little did I know, those large four wheel drive suburbans can plow through all the tall foilage in between the lanes and catch right up to me in zero time flat. He was nice enough to ask if I had a reason to be going a touch over the posted 70 mph speed limit and beyond saying "I have to hurry home to watch Brothers & Sisters", I let him know I did not. There used to be technicalities about radar and calibration. Not so fast there missy, they offer to provide the last date and time of calibration for you now. He gave me my ticket and invited me back to Twiggs County, Georgia for a court appearance should I choose to come. Well, this was sweet but still being hours from home, I shall think I would just pay the ticket.

He gave the number to call and only in certain parts of the south do you get this response when you call to inquire about your fine. "Well sugar, we haven't quite got to those citation numbers yet, but you give us a call back in a lil' bit, and we'll get you taken care of sure thing."How anyone could almost make you feel like they were pratically bringing you a basket of fresh baked cookies or giving you a hug over the phone while you were trying to pay your punishment is astonishing, but this is what is often meant by southern hospitality. Thankfully she did n0t add "Bless your heart."