ding, ding, ding: Round THREE

Today was a big day for me. A day I have been mentally training for. A day that required me to hum, "Eye of the Tiger" several times to myself just to be ready. A day that required nerves of steel, all of my courage, and a few silent prayers. Today I faced one of my toughest opponents. Today I went back to the DMV!!!

The last 2 times I have gone in to try and get the Sebring registered have been scary as you can see here (the time I almost got tased): http://stephisinthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-tase-me-bro.html

and here (the time I faced Ms. Shirley): http://stephisinthehouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/newest-addition-to-our-family.html

Armed with a sleeping Ethan in the stroller and all of my carefully filled out documents tucked in Ethan's coloring book I confidently walked up the steps into the courthouse. There would be no confusing the 8 for a fradulent 7 this time! The 8 consisted of 2 very round circles one on top of the other.

The lines of people waiting when I walked into the DMV made me a little nauseous. Then when I glanced over at booth #16 and #13 and saw my "friends" (one of whom I called a freaking moron last time) working I was filled with sheer terror!

I took a seat inconspicuously in the very back and tried to look natural. When the old man next to me tried to strike up a conversation I kept laughing nervously. He said, "could you imagine what it would be like to work here, people can be so impolite." I was dying inside knowing I was one of those impolite people he was referring to, I just smiled sweetly and said, "oh yes, it would be a difficult job."

My heart really started racing when I knew my number was up next. The patron in booth #13 had just finished and was walking away. Panic attack! Luckily booth #7 beat her to the punch and I didn't have to face my old "friend" from last time.

I handed over my paperwork expecting the worst. I was ready for a fight, I was ready to defend myself, I was ready to cry again...I was ready. Then she asked for my credit card, and handed me my official Iowa license plates! WHAT?! It was that easy! I just kept standing there expecting her to yell, "ha, ha these plates aren't real, now hold still while I tase you!" but she didn't...finally she asked me if there was anything else she could do for me. I guess that was my hint to get out of there.

Victory is mine!

And now you may be wondering how I will celebrate this win, well I'm going to Disneyland!!! (and if Clark doesn't approve of that trip...maybe he'll at least take me to Olive Garden?)

I can't take all the victory to myself:

I must thank my brother James for making phone calls to DMVs in both Idaho and Iowa.

I must thank my mom for driving all over town for several days in Boise getting the paper work together to get us an unnecessary duplicate title.

I must thank Ethan for sleeping while we were there and not adding to the already stressful situation.

I must thank Clark for filling out the forms.

I also want to give a shout out to all of my fans everywhere in the world. Never give up on your dreams...with a little hard work and determination all of your wildest dreams can come true like mine did today! I love you all!