I’ve gotta tell you, sometimes the things that happen to me seem quite crazy; like it was a theatre production or constitute a nervous breakdown, haha! Gr anted many of those times I have brought the “nervous break down” situation on myself.
Like the aggravating precious scenario I’m currently in.
So let’s have an honesty moment here.
We all know I’m not perfect. . . or at least you should by now, haha!
A few months ago I noticed that my license had expired. I was mortified.
Seriously.
Nothing makes me more nervous than police officers. No lie. I don’t know what it is. The scary, possible seizure inducing red and blue flashing lights; or the awkwardly tight uniforms compete with a loaded gun; or the shear fact that I know they could arrest me and put me in jail.
For all of the very good reasons above, I choose to follow the law. The knowledge that my Oklahoma license (yes I know I live in TX. . this is part of my current dilemma) had expired brought visions of me being pulled over and arrested by a cop. Not such a good idea.
As I wrote in a previous post, last weekend I took a trip to Oklahoma. Part of my intentions for this trip was to renew my Oklahoma license. Breathing a sigh of relief, my mother and I headed into the tag agency to get me all legal. Apparently all I would need was my old drivers license and birth certificate.
Easy enough, right?
Not.
The not-so-nice lady informed me that I would not be able to renew my license today because I did not have a birth certificate.
What?
How could that be? I thought that was what I handed the lady. Nope, she sternly informed me. What did I actually have? A certified embossed birth registration card. Great, now I had to wait and order my actual birth certificate (which I always used and thought I had) before getting this fiasco fixed.
*yes I realize it would be wrong to renew an OK license when I live in TX… but I was desperate. In OK I would only have to have a new picture taken, but in TX I would have to take the written and driving tests!*
Two things that I learned form that experience:
1. Don’t try to cheat your way into being legal.
2. It seems these two people may not be my parents.
Sketchy huh?!
They probably stole me from the hospital. . . yeah I bet that’s it.
Good news though, it looks like I’ll be up for adoption!!
Any takers?
Okay back to my task at hand.. . getting a legit license.
After a night of studying and psyching myself out, I was ready to tackle this beast head on. Sadly, back in the day when I took the written test the first go around. . . I did horrible. Seriously. I’ll be the first person to admit that I am a bad test taker. I tend to over think and analyze every question, which results in questions answered wrongly. Let’s just say I took the written test not once,. . . not twice. . . but three times.
Yes ladies and gentlemen I said Three times.
Can you now see why I had such reservations on taking the test over again. But I put on my big girl panties and headed out to the DMV. Maybe my luck would prove to be different?!
“What can I do for you?”
“I need to take the drivers license test for my out of state, expired license.” (What a mouth full)
“Do you have your paperwork?”
“Yes ma’am I do.”
“Okay are you 25?”
“I will be on Friday.” (wondering why that mattered)
*I’m so young, I know…jealous?*
“Well then you can’t take the test today. A new law was passed and 18-24 year olds have to take a 6 hour course before taking the tests.”
“What? So I have to wait until Friday?”
“What day do you turn 25? Friday?”
“Yes”
“Then yes, you have to wait until then.”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Even when I try to do the right thing I’m shot down! What difference is 3 days going to make? Will I really be more mature then? Does she not know that I’m a wife, mother of three, and currently drive a mini van. I’ve got maturity out the wazoo!
Can I catch a break?
*deep breath*
So I will head back on my birthday to get this mess finished, FINALLY.
Happy Birthday to me.
Thankfully my day was turned around when my sister, Paisley and I headed to Target.
As we pulled into the front of Target, I noticed a car coming out of the parking lot aisle toward my car and then backed up into the aisle again. One tricky part here. . .there was not driver in the car. No lie, you can’t make this stuff up!
So I drove to a different aisle, parked, and headed to the runaway car. Two other ladies congregated around the car and held onto it so it wouldn’t keep moving. I ran into Target to get help and page the owner. Four people including two Target employees, a stranger, and myself held this car form continuing on it’s wandering path.
Shockingly it took 30 minutes for the owner to come claim his car. And even more shocking was the fact that the man had parked his car in a parking spot about 100 yards away. It travelled all that way and didn’t hit any cars or people.
PRAISE THE LORD.
But that sure was hilarious and turned my day around.
Just another day in this crazy life…
But I’ll take it all…
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
How in the world do illegal aliens get a D.L.? I lost my sons B.C. and when they sent me his new one – he didn’t need a permit – he was older than me! When I called the Health Department, they told me birth certificates could only be changed with a court order. I asked if my son’s identity had been stolen. They just ignored the entire situation. I was so steamed. Glad you got to be on team Hero after all you went through! And – Happy Birthday!
I’ve got a better story that that on licenses, but its to much to type. In short, when we moved back to FL, we were in HOT water! We were trying to be legal and get FL licenses. Anyway, it still angers me to think about! They had me marked as an unsafe driver, and both of us had suspended licenses (of which we didn’t even have- we surrendered them when we moved to TX)…what did we do? NOTHING! Try getting that cleared with that storyline!
You crazy illegal! You should have told the lady that you are a married mother of 3 and drive a mini-van. That part made me laugh! 🙂
Here’s to gettin’ legal!!!