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So I am driving along in my husbands little black car singing along to Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song" when I look down and realize that I am driving a little fast. The next thing I know I see flashing lights in my rear view mirror. Oooh maaan! I hate that. Not that it happens very often, not to me at least. My husband, AKA magnito, tends to attract police officers and gets pulled over regularly. But according to him, "Officer I am not a speeder!" he says as we get pulled over on the way to the airport when we are already running late. Oh I have to share this story.

I was pregnant with the twins, and I was flying with Jordan to visit my Dad and his wife in Denver. We were driving to the Salt Lake City airport and running late. This was back when there was MAJOR road construction going on all over the Salt Lake valley. We came to a point in the road where the speed limit changes from 75 to 55 due to a construction zone. We had just passsed the sign when we pass a guy in one of those forest ranger looking blazers or something or other. Granted we had just passed the speed limit sign and Scott was in the process of slowing down and he says, "Oh he can't pull me over". Sure enough, he did. Scott tells the forest ranger/police officer wannabe nice gentleman, "I want you to know that I am not a speeder." I don't think the guy took him seriously because I was laughing. Not a haha funny kind of laugh, but a haha you are so dead and I am so going to be late and by the way I am pregnant and have major hormone issues going on right now kind of laugh.

Now that we have been married for 9 years I am used to him getting pulled over and I don't get mad anymore. I just pull the proof of insurance and registration out of the glove box without saying a word.

Back to my story....Tonight it was my turn. So I am signing my heart out with Nat King Cole "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jack frost nipping at your nose".....and see lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over as quickly as possible and waited for the police officer to come give me a warning. Because that is what I always get, well exept for that one time when Scott and I were racing home and I was so beating him and we both got pulled over. The policeman was nice enough to give only one of us a ticket. I think it was because he was embarassed for Scott that his wife was beating him.... I can't seem to keep my train of thought going here....

So this nice lady cop gets out of her car and comes up to my car and I'm all thinking "hey she's a girl, I'm a girl, she'll be nice. She will totally understand that I am out of the house without any kids and I'm listening to christmas music and she'll go easy on me". NOT!!! I guess I was going 11 miles over the speed limit which I find hard to believe because I am always good about obeying the speed limit. Well mostly always good. She did reduce my fine by $20. That was nice. But then, this is the worst part!! She asks me if I have a job. I say, "No, I am a stay at home mom". She hands me my ticket for me to sign and it says under employment: Unemployed! Excuse me! The last time I checked I was not collecting any sort of unemployment benefits or sitting around on my duff all day long doing nothing while the rest of the world goes to work. I may not leave my house everyday to go to work but I sure as heck have a job. I'm thinking this cop is probably one of those women who looks down on women who don't work like they are some sort of leach on society or not making any sort of contribution to the world. Hello, I am raising the next generation of speeders law abiding citizens, not to mention tax payers. I think I was more upset with the fact that I am considered unemployed by this woman then the fact that I got a ticket and have to pay a fine.