Tickets, of a different nature

You guys, it’s almost here. We are just inches away from it happening. I’m referring, of course, to the season beginning of RSL. The first game is on March 10th, so we’re so close. Of course, it’s an away game (I hate when the first game is an away game!) but I’ll be watching nonetheless. This past weekend on Saturday, RSL had their annual ticket pick up, where you go to the stadium and get your ticket and your season ticket holder gift. Last year the gift was a panoramic picture of the stadium, but we only got one, regardless of having 2 season tickets, but whatevs. This year, the gift was a scarf – and one for each seat, yay! The line was pretty bad when we got there at 2:30, but we still hopped into the giant line. It was outside, which was unfortunate, because holy cow it was cold. Thankfully it wasn’t snowing or anything, but it was quite windy, and that was making me freezing. Of course I was in flip flops, but that’s because I didn’t expect us to be waiting a long time outside. After we’d been there about 10 minutes, they re-routed the line so that instead of waiting outside, we waited inside. We snaked through the press room, a stairwell, and a few hallways. When we got into the press room, where they have the RSL wallpaper, I took a picture there, to commemorate the occasion.

Finally, finally, (Ok, only an hour and fifteen minutes later) we got to the front. I picked up my tickets and scarves, and picked up PJ’s tickets as well (She’s out of town, and I’m a good friend.). And in case you wanted to see the scarves we got this year:

So huzzah for all! I have my tickets, I have my scarves, and now I’m ready for this season to start. On the way home, we were pulled over by the police, Husband’s car hadn’t been registered (since August!) and the kind policemen was just telling us of this fact, and also letting us know that Husband had a warrant for his arrest, over a speeding ticket that happened a year ago! So the officer let us have a choice, either he could take Husband right then, and let me come bail him out later, or he could follow us to an ATM where we could just post his bail right now. We picked the latter choice (surprise!) and got it all straightened out. I don’t even want to think of what would have happened, if he had just taken him. I can’t drive a stick shift! What would I have done, just sat on the side of the freeway, waiting for someone to come get me? And then leave the car? Oh man. Luckily it all turned out ok, and everyone is safe and sound for now. I’m thinking that in the future, we should all avoid having warrants, just in case.

I look at it as a suggested speed

Here's the thing. I freak out when I see police cars. You don't get pulled over 6 times in a few years and don't get nervous whenever you see a cop car. This weekend, we went on a hike at this place in Alpine. We weren't entirely sure how to get there, so there was a lot of erratic driving, trying to figure out where we were supposed to turn. We had been on this road for a while, and going pretty fast, when I saw a cop. I immediately broke into a sweat, and looked at my speed. I was only going 40, and I was in a 35 zone. I felt pretty ok, until pretty quickly, they immediately flipped around. In my positivity, I was like, oh, they won't be coming after me. The lights flip on, I pulled over, and...of course, they were coming after me.
I start to panic, and PJ, who's with me, didn't actually notice that we had been pulled over for a few minutes. There were two policemen in the car, and one came on my side, and the other one went to PJ's side and stood back, hand on hip, just in case we were dangerous. Which we totally are! He told me I was speeding at 40 in a 25, and I said that I was pretty sure the limit was 35, and he asked if I was from around there. I explained that no, we weren't, we were just trying to find this river/hike place. He took my license and registration, and then they were doing their thing for a little, checking me out, I assume.
They came back, handed everything back to me, and said he was only giving me a warning! I had never been so happy. I told him he was my favorite, and he was taken aback and said thank you. I'm not really sure why he was surprised to be a favorite after not giving a ticket! He then explained to us how to get to the hike! I was so glad that I dodged the bullet, and hopefully, I'll take the officer's advice and start slowing down. But I kinda doubt that will happen. If I didn't learn that from the first six actual tickets, I don't know that getting a warning will.

If I was speeding, how was I supposed to read the sign?

I attract policemen. I don't mean in the good way, you know, with maybe an attractive police officer asking me out, that would be ok, I'd be happy with that. No, I'm talking about getting pulled over. I must have a magnet in my car for these peoples to find me, because believe you me, they find me. The most recent infraction happened just today, and I felt I had to share.
I got my first speeding ticket when I was 17. I remember, I was on the way to a boyfriends house, and I had his little sister in the car, and not half an hour earlier, I had said (rather smugly) that I have yet to be pulled over. Bad move. In December of 2001, I got pulled over for going 44 in a 25, on 1600 north in Orem. Whoops. But I went to traffic school, and it was wiped from my record. I got the next one 8 months later, in August of 2002, on 820 north in Provo. Again, I was going 44 in a 25. But, I could go to traffic school in Provo, and again the slate was clean. I got the next one 6 months later, in February 2003, on 400 north in Orem. 44 in a 25, which I believe is now my signature move. Because it was in Orem and had been a year since my Orem ticket, I could go to traffic school again, and was, again, totally clean. The next I had was in June 2003, in Provo, on University Parkway. I was going 65 in a 50. Because it hadn't quite been a year, I wasn't eligible for traffic school, so I went to the traffic judge and argued my case, and she let me go to traffic school, I just had to report back to her after I had done it to finish my case up completely. (Side note, I forgot to do this, and about a year later, had a warrant out for my arrest. They sent me a letter informing me of this. I took care of it though, I'm legit now). Then, I had a big space where I didn't get anything anymore, and I thought, my luck, it has changed! I can drive however I want!
Oh, how things can change. In October 2007, I was pulled over in Spanish Fork, on Hwy 6. I was doing 65 in a 50. (All my speedings are the same!) I tried my hardest to get out of that one, but oh man, no dice. Luckily, since it was Spanish Fork, I could go to traffic school, and my record was spotless once more. In November 2007, the family and I were driving back from my brothers wedding in California. Since dad had driven a good portion, we switched in St George, and I took over. In Beaver, Utah, I was pulled over for going 89 in a 75. I was devastated that this could happen to me all the way down there. And sadly, traffic school wasn't an option, so I had to pay the fine, and my record finally had a blemish on it, I couldn't believe it.
On Friday night, I met up with PJ at the local Wingers. After dinner, we made a snap decision to go to Zion's this weekend. (Please see PJ's blog for the fun times we had. I was going to blog about it, but decided instead to talk of this. Plus, her description is probably better than mine would be.) Because we had met there, and we only needed one car to travel together, we left my car there, with the intention of picking it up the next day. Well, the next day rolled around, and we ran out of time to get it. Finally, on Sunday night, I remembered, quite suddenly, that I still hadn't gotten my car, and I probably should get it, since I need it to travel to work in the morning. Dad so graciously took me to pick it up. Upon getting to my car, I saw something on the window. Thinking it to be an advertisement, I just snatched it off, and got into the car. Then I read it, and I got a parking citation from the Provo Towne Center security people. I don't have to do anything, I don't think, to me it reads more like an FYI, like, 'hey, you shouldn't be here overnight, just letting you know'. But I'm sure whoever wrote it felt like a real policeman while he did so. And you know what? Good for him. I know its not the same, this infraction, as getting a real ticket, but it just seems to me, I am always unlucky. So anytime you see somebody getting pulled over, steal a glance at who it is, because its probably me.