LICENSE AND REGISTRATION, MA'AM!!

I had dropped my car off for repairs yesterday, determined to get my car inspected.  I had just realized the imspection expired last week.  My intention was to pick up the car, go to my mother's house to get her meds to control her diabetes (she ran out of money & I didn't want her to get sick as her blood sugar kept crashing.) and then go bring the car for inspection. The representative from the dealership said, "Judy, you know your inspection is expired." "Yes," I replied, "I just have to go see my mom and then I'm going to take care of it."

You know that saying, "No good deed goes unpunished?"  Well today my good intentions were punished again.  I just got on the parkway, and noticed traffic was so backed up.  Hm, I wondered...wonder what's up?  Next thing I know there's an officer signaling me to pull over. I knew instantly I was done.

"License and registration, ma'am."
I hand him my license.
"Insurance card."
I hand it to him too.
"You have an expired inspection sticker."
"Yes.  I know.  I just came from the dealership getting repairs done.  I know you hear this all the time..."
I told myself to shut up; that it would only fall on deaf ears, but I kept it up.
"But I was going to get it inspected today. That's why I got the repairs...I even have the receipt so you can see the work...even replaced all four tires, etc."
The officer looked at my tires.
"I'll be right back."

And that's when you pray.
Dear God, You KNOW  I was going to bring it in.  PLEASE, let him spare me. I promise once I leave Mom's I'll do it....please, please.please."
My prayer was interrupted.

"Here's your paperwork..Here's your ticket."
OUCH!
And then he dealt me a final blow: in an arrogant, sarcastic tone he delivers his exit statement:
"Judy Torres, huh?  Judy Torres is a big name!"

Ok...is that a trick statement?  Do I acknowledge that I am Judy Torres, you know, freestyle singer, radio personality?  Do I offer some sort of bargain:  I'll give you a shout out?  LOL...I think that would be ridiculous.  Please note:  I NEVER throw my name around, unless I am instructed to because I'm on a guest list.  I even wait on lines when I go to clubs.  I know you don't believe it, but unless someone from the club recognizes me and brings me in, I do not jump the line.  In conclusion, I didn't throw my name around, why is he?  So what intelligent thing do I say to the officer?

"Just because my name is big it doesn't make me any less guilty, Sir."

DUH!!! DUH!! DUH!!!

I drove away with a yellow ticket that looked as if it had been stored for 10 years...and then it came.  The tears.  I cried....I drove away telling myself it wasn't a big deal...but I HATE getting into trouble.  My inner child is such a freaking goody-two-shoes, I can't stand it sometimes.  And then, to add more humor to it, with my blue tooth in my ear. I called my mommy!!  LOL!  And I cried more.  And then I realized the truth of my crying:  I AM VERY TIRED!!

I am sleep deprived!
I am tired!
I am worried about my new single; whether or not it will get on the radio!
I am worried about my mom's health!
I am worried that I can't keep up with my own life!
I am tired of feeling pulled in 5 different directions at the same time!
I am overwhelmed that I can't keep up!
I am tired of my same surroundings!
I am HOR...I mean I'm frisky!! (Ooh, did I think that out loud?)

Okay, I'll stop now.  Too much information - sorry! But when the tears dried up, I came home and told myself one day at a time, one moment at a time, and I can only do what I can do as long as I do my best at it all.  I packed my bag for Miami tomorrow and tomorrow night I'll be back onstage, leaving people the impression that  I have a glamorous and perfect life.  When in reality, I got a freaking ticket!!!  LOL ...goodnight, my followers! Sweet dreams!