Gut Instinct (March 2, 2012)

This is a blog post I put on another one of my websites, because apparently I have three that have only been posted in once!
  So I woke up this morning feeling like it was one of those days”.  After fighting the feeling I manage to pull myself out of bed. Preparing to go visit some friends for the weekend, I drove my husband to work. On our way there I still had this bad feeling in my gut, although unsure exactly why. After dropping him off I made the 20 minute trip back home. Instead of taking my usual route I thought, wow I could really use a dose of the ocean and a fresh sea breeze smell. So I took the scenic drive home. With sunroof open, the windows down, and the sun beating down on my pale skin my dog and I cruised the strip. It was almost exhilarating to feel the powerful wind coming off the ocean, whipping through the car and blowing my long blond hair, as a kite would fly in the wind. A completely refreshing way to begin the day and weekend for that matter. 
   Continuing the journey home feeling lost in my thoughts. I again diverted my drive to include the scenery of Las Olas. For those unfamiliar, Las Olas is a street that houses a number of upscale boutiques, shops, and restaurants. Quite enjoyable to stroll down on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Continuing on my journey I am now three blocks from my home, when I see red and blue flashing lights behind me. Those are so unsightly when you have an uneasy feeling about the day. Well apparently I had become a little too lost in my wandering thoughts and according to the police officer I “blew through a stop sign”. A little exaggerated, I think so. I couldn't have been going more than 20 miles per hour to “blow” through a stop sign. He didn't waste anytime writing me that 165 dollar ticket.         
   So, being my fathers daughter, it was only appropriate to prove my innocence, of course after accepting my reward. So, it began with determining that the police officer wrote the incorrect street on my ticket. Also, after perusing through Google maps satellite view, I determined that there was not a stop sign that he claimed I “blew” through. Next it was time to investigate in my other car, in case he was waiting for other violators. Come to find out he was right I violated the law. Bummer that I have to give more money to the state. I guess that makes up for not having a state tax. Moral of the story, go with your gut feeling and don't "blow" through stop signs.