Monday, August 17, 2009
I try to be optimistic. No, really I do. Sometimes life has ways of chucking that optimism to the ground, spitting on it and then rolling it around in dog poo. You may recall the many adventures of our van from last year...
And who could forget....
The tire IN the road and more
And last but not least...
The growing rock chip.
What's kind of funny is that I just had the windshield replaced 2 months ago. Apparently we don't have glass coverage with our insurance so we had to pay for out of our pocket. $200.00 Love it.
In December, we had about 3 warning lights on our dash -
Luckily (?) we had a warranty and got away with paying only $400.00 to get everything fixed. What a delight!
Then in March, I noticed the brakes starting to act funny. (Funny weird, not funny hahaha) Since I was done working and had access to my Mom's car, we didn't get them fixed until June. Another $300. Then the bearing went out on one the brakes. Another $300. Then the ABS light kept coming on again. I think the guys at the tire/brake place was so sick of us, they fixed the sensor on it for free.
Then today, my Mom and decided to take a little trip to North Salt Lake to get Nathan and Harry's birth certificates. Just a little errand I've been putting off for almost 3 years. So we decided we just HAD to go today. The trip was pretty uneventful (except for the speeding UHP Officer barreling down on me in the carpool lane. I promise I wasn't speeding!! Once I moved out of the way, he continued on - phew!)
I got off the freeway at the construction filled Redwood Road and proceeded to North Temple. I turned right and I started to hear this whooshing sound. I kept thinking, "Where are the sprinklers?" Oh silly me. That's the sound of the precious air vacating your back passenger tire! I turned down the road towards the Utah Department of Health and I commented to my Mom
"This road is terrible. It's so noisy!!" Finally I noticed that along with noise, the van was driving a little off. "Is that me? Is that my tire?" I could feel the rage starting to simmer within. I pulled into the parking lot and amid the stares of those walking by, knew that I had a flat tire. Flat. Flat. Flat.
After pulling into a parking spot, I jumped out and sure enough - Flat. I called Christian and he said he was on his way. Having no time for these inconveniences, I got the birth certificates while I waited for Christian to arrive.
$68.00 dollars later, (68.00?? You say? Why, of course! 3 certificates each! One for my scrapbook, one for their scrapbook and one that can get ruined - Odd?? Ask my Mom - It's her idea. Doesn't everyone have Momisms? Things she tells you to do and you do them without question? Anyone??)
I emerged, Christian arrived and switched out the tire. Thank you, love!! There's NO way I could have accomplished it. It took Christian lots of arm power to get those lugnuts off.
Did this dampen our spirit, kill the day or change our plans?? NO! On we went - to Costco, the mall, Walmart and then home to finally have the tire fixed. Many thanks to my Dad who took care of the mess there.
So, is my van cursed? Perhaps. My Mom and I were laughing because I paid my tithing yesterday. Hmmm I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't????
Monday, August 10, 2009
**Disclaimer** I have really tried to sensor myself in this post. In fact, I have written many adjectives describing this scene that I have since replaced with less offending words. However, I'm sure I left some swearwords.
Whenever I hear about people and their run-ins with the Police on the news, my immediate response usually is to side with the Police. I guess because I have few family members who are (or have been) cops and my husband almost became one. (Could still, if he wanted to, I guess.) So you could imagine my complete feeling of betrayal when I was pulled over on Saturday morning.
We were on the way to my cousin, Clifton's son's funeral. (That is another post) Most of my sisters and parents were all going, so we decided to caravan together. We drove my parent's van and mine. We had just picked up Heather at her home in Saratoga Springs and were headed to the freeway entrance in Lehi. We came to the light on Redwood Road. They have recently put in a covered green arrow for the left turning lane. My Dad was in front. When we reached the intersection, the light was still green. My Dad went through. I continued as well, but as I hit the intersection, the light turned yellow and was red by the time I got through. I did see the Saratoga Springs Officer sitting at the light going straight. However, at the speed I was going, to stop would have been stupid, if not impossible. In my mind I thought - he won't pull me over. Foolish me!
That didn't stop Officer Crapface (is that really his name? I don't know.) from flipping on his lights and come barreling down after me. My Dad could see what was going on and he pulled over so I could pull over. My Dad started to get out and the officer asked him to stay in his car. (Not that unusual.) Then he asked me if I knew why he pulled me over.
Me: Probably because I'm trying to stay with than car. We're traveling together.
Heather: We're on our way to a funeral in Cedar City. Did you hear about that little boy that drowned in Lake Powell?
Officer: No. That happens so often, I can't really keep track of all that.
Wait? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you not believe us or something? I know Officers are supposed to check their emotions at the door, but he could have just said, "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Or something that doesn't make him sound like a total jackass.
Officer: Are you very familiar with this area?
Officer: The reason I pulled you over is because we have a lot of accidents at this intersection from people running the red lights.
Heather: She was just picking me up. I live over there.
Officer: Then you must know about all the accidents we have at this intersection. Especially with all the construction. (No comment from Heather. I'll explain why later.) Can I see your license, registration and insurance?
I had just gotten my car registered on Thursday. It expired in May, but it needed some work done and I rarely drive it, so it basically sat in the driveway until we got all that done.
So I wasn't' positive where the registration was. I knew Christian put the sticker on my car, but I didn't know where he put the paperwork. I had brought out just the inspection paperwork that morning. Also, I had my insurance card out for the DMV and hadn't replaced it in my wallet. All I had was my expired insurance card.
Me: Here's my license. This is my insurance. This card is expired, but it's the same. The registration is around here somewhere.
Heather and I start to look around in the car. We had all our travel bags everywhere, so it was taking a minute.
Officer: While you look for that, I'm going to go call this in. Is this your current address? (He points to my license.)
He walks away. I find the registration in the glove compartment. While he's gone, Melissa, Heather and I have a conversation about how stupid it is that you have to show your registration in the first place. Isn't it in the computer?
20 minutes later, (NO JOKE) he comes back.
Officer: Well, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is I am going to cite you for a red light violation.
Heather: What's the good news?
Officer: You're registration is 90 days past due -
Me, interrupting: No it's not. I just got it registered on Thursday. (I practically shove the paper in his face.)
Officer: Well it's not showing up on the computer. Did you have it done at a On the Spot Renewal Place?
Me: No. I went to DMV in Draper. (I show him the DMV receipt.)
The officer stands there, silent for a moment. I can tell he doesn't believe me.
Officer: Well I wonder why it's not showing up in my computer. (Ahh yes. This is why we have the registration in the car!!)
Me: I haven't a clue.
Officer: Okay, well I'm also only going to give you warning for not updating the address on your Driver's license. That could be another $100 fine. See on the back.....(I tune out as he tells me where I can update it. It is hitting me that he's actually going to give me a ticket.) I need to have you sign this. (the ticket) Also, you need to sign your registration. Some officers are pretty strict about signing your registration. That could be an additional fine.
I sign the ticket.
Officer: You need to sign your registration. You want to use my pen to sign it?
Me: No Officer, I want to shove the pen up your nose. (Ok, I didn't really say that.)
I take the pen silently and scratch my signature.
Officer: Thank you.
He walks away.
I start cussing up a storm. Heather then admits she's never seen an accident at that intersection. (She's lived there 3 years.)
I don't know if I really convey the nasty attitude of the Officer. He came across like he didn't believe a word I said. I'm lying about going to a funeral. I'm lying about my car really being registered. I'm lying about not knowing the area. I'm lying about needing his pen to sign my damn registration. A warning about the light would have been sufficient.
I don't usually fight tickets. If I'm speeding, I'm speeding. But you better believe I'll be there - with my signed registration, updated driver's license and funeral program in hand.