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February Confessions

So here is how things are.  I am not perfect.  You are not perfect.  You do not read my blog for a Photoshopped version of reality.

And today, you’re here for confessions.

Confessions are a monthly series on this blog, where I unload silly things I’ve been thinking about for the last month.  And, you?  You also share your confessions, and we all have a great laugh together.

Ready?  Set?  Go!

1) This is a memo to a very small percentage of the population.

Date: February 19, 2014
From: Sarah
Subject: Soul Patches

To Whom It May Concern:

Do you have a soul patch?  STOP IT.  You look a fool.


2) I’m not sure why Jennifer Lopez is still a thing.  How did a person with an extremely weak singing voice get put in charge of a singing competition?

3) I am an animal lover.  Troy has allergies, so pets are not meant to be.  But, I LOVE animals.

I wanted you to understand that before you read the next sentence.

I hate every single dog on my street.  They suck.  I should hate the owners, but alas, I hate the dogs. Each of them bark, and none of them have been taught good dog manners.

We have the two loud pit bulls down the street who have already been on a daytime TV court drama for biting people.  We have a yappy Jack Russell who barks his ass off each time he so much as farts.  And then, there is the king asshole – a German Shepard (huge) puppy.  Our lots are terraced because we’re on a hill.  The yard above us is home to the German Shepard.  He likes to stand at the fence and growl at me like he wants to eat my face.  I’ve tried being nice, I’ve tried giving him treats, but so help me god the next thing he is going to get is a rake handle to the face if he ever tries to come in to my yard.  He is unreliable, and the neighbors across the street don’t let their kids play in their yard anymore because of this dickhead dog.  I’m scared to be in my garden, and I want to bitch slap both him and his owner for improper training.  They’re moving in a few months, so I’m not making a stink about it, but I am so freaking sick of this dog.

4) I use audiobooks as bait for Jack’s behavior.  If he is acting like a tool, I take his current audiobook de jour away for a day.  If he keeps it up, he loses it for a week.

A casual observer would think this a highly-effective parenting tool.  The casual observer wouldn’t see that I do that because I’m so freaking sick of James and Giant Peach, that I would love to boil the whole damn fruit and can it.  Sans the centipede’s 21 sets of boots.

5) I think “free radicals” are a bunch of horse shit, designed to make people spend a huge amount of money on crappy lotions.

6) I don’t get play silks.  I’m not knocking them, but I seriously don’t get them.  You can go to (I hope that actually isn’t a real website) and buy one for $75, or you could go to my parent’s linen closet and use their ugly orange king-sized sheet from the 70’s.  I’m not getting the difference.  Please explain, cause I’m super lost.

7) When Jack and I are in his bed reading, he does something that absolutely drives me batty, and I can’t get him to stop.  He puts his knee directly on my hip bone and it feels so weird.  I’ve tried putting a barrier between my hip and his leg, but it doesn’t work.  I’m starting to feel OCD about it.

8) I am going to give up swearing for Lent.

How about you?  What would you like to confess?
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48 comments on “February Confessions”

  1. I love ur postings. Real life daily. It made me giggle while drinking my hot chocolate with peppermint. As for confessions, I adopted a beagle last week from our local pound. I all ready have a 12 year old beagle. My mother found out and was all upset about it. She LIVES 400 miles away. I’m 42 years old. I wanted to scream and but said, “What the heck, I’m 42 years old, working a full time job, paying my way in the world, supporting my family of five. If I want to adopt a damn dog, then I will do it”.

  2. I confess I am not a people person. I don’t really follow the X-second rule to picking food off the floor. And I push food way past their expiration dates until my senses tell me it’s time for them to go. Because of that, I am honestly surprised I haven’t suffered much food poisoning. I love love love dogs, but I want to adopt a cat when I move and get a chance to keep pets. I love my baby nephews (1.5 and 3.5), but I don’t like kids that age, at all. When I adopt, I’ll be looking at the 8-16 range, which I’ve known for a while. At first I thought it was because younger kids were more adoptable, but now I must confess it’s because I can’t stand younger kids and all of their quirks. I’ll take care of them and love them fiercely, but not my cup of tea.

    • I’m not a kid person myself…and I have one. I don’t go gaga over other people’s kids, and between the ages of 3 and 4, I didn’t even really like my own one.

      Major kudos to you for going the adoption route. What lucky kids to end up with you!

  3. My mother is driving me bat shit crazy. Every time I happen to get a weekend to myself (the boys are at their dad’s or their pawpaw’s), she calls me 5 or 6 times throughout the day. This last weekend, I spent all day Saturday grocery shopping. When she called me time #2, I told her I was making a day of it. She asked that I please call her when I got home. 3 hours later she called and asked me why I hadn’t called her yet. I told her I was still an hour and a half from being home and her response was, “Well, you really ARE making a day of it, aren’t you?” Yes, mother, I am. Then she chews me out when I take naps on a weekend that I don’t have my kids because I don’t answer my phone when she calls me three times during a two hour nap. For the record, I’m almost 35 effing years old and I don’t need a gd babysitter. I don’t know what kind of nefarious, illicit deeds she thinks I’m going to get up to on the random weekend in 8 weeks I don’t have my boys, but suffice it to say that going to the grocery store and Costco and spending way too much money is about as nefarious as I get these days. I can’t stand it anymore, and one of these days I’m going to fucking snap and tell her if she calls me again I’m going to choke her the life out of her with my bare hands.

    • I hear ya….I’m in the same position. She drives me CRAZY and makes me want to scream. OMG I need loads of patience, but she drains it all from me. LOL

    • I’m not sure why she does this to me and not to my two brothers. But I’m telling you, I’m ready to scream too. I can’t take it any more! I think 20 years of taking care of her is enough. It’s time for her to grow up (at 53).

  4. So, I had to Google Soul Patch. And it now occurs to me – we saw a lot of Bruce Springsteen in Australia recently, and his is seriously off centre. Talk about foolish. But great concert. Nothing quite like 10,000 people, each of whom have paid $250+ to be there, singing “…tramps like us, baby we were born to run…”.

  5. I love love love your confessions.

  6. 1. I am pissed at the damage I have done to myself for the last 30 years and how I still feel like crap every single day even though I am eating right, exercising, etc. 65 year old ladies should not be kicking my ass in Zumba
    2.Teaching is killing my soul and my love of music. I work 7 days a week and yet I still can’t pay my bills. I’m sick of my student’s parents treating me like a glorified babysitter or like I give lessons for shits and giggles, not because I do this for a living and as my only source of income. And 95% of the people I work with at a music store 2x a week are incompetent asshats, especially my boss.
    3. I have the overwhelming urge to jump in my car every day, drive away, and not come back to my family (who treats me like crap) & my job (see #2). The only reason I stay is my (family’s) dog, bc if I wasn’t around, nobody would take care of her.
    4. I have no idea why Jennifer Lopez is still a thing, I also don’t know why American Idol is still a thing and why the entire music industry is going down the tubes so rapidly.
    5. Soul patches, goatees, and any other small, sad amount of facial hair needs to be banned from society. It’s all or nothing guys.

    • I come from a family of teachers, and hands down you have the hardest job in the world. I wish you and all good educators were paid what they were worth. They put so much in to their job, and get very little other than shit on in return.

      “It’s all or nothing guys”. I’m dead. Love it.

  7. Love this subject! First time here for confessions, but have visited before, continuing to return because of the “real” of it all. Giving up swearing for Lent? Well posts will return to funny after lent I suppose. Now for my own confessions.
    1. I hate stickers on stuff. Price stickers, advertising stickers etc. And I think people should take the stickers off, that way I don’t have to, if I buy it at their yard sale.
    2. We still have a freezer full of green beans and soon it will be time to grown another garden…..
    3. I don’t like kale.
    PS Your not the only one tired of dogs…..

  8. We also have an audio book addiction over here. Thankfully her taste has improved, or she listens to it in the other room so I can study.

    We use to have a pit bull mix and that dog was AWESOME with our family, but was terrified of everything else. My daughter and I were out walking him one day when this guy approached us. My dog was a spaz, so I made him sit WAY off the sidewalk, so he wasn’t tempted to scare this guy. At the time, my kiddo was maybe 3 (and her head was level with his when he sat). This guy proceeded to give me lecture about how dangerous pit bulls are and how they shouldn’t be allowed in public. As he is lecturing me, my kiddo is petting our dog, hugging him around the neck, and just loving on him. And the dog, he just sat staring at this guy who was being a dick.

    Now, my dog was one of those dogs that would go NUTS if someone walked by our yard. And when he did that, I went outside and brought him in because I couldn’t STAND to listen to him bark and I really didn’t want him terrorizing people in the neighborhood.

    What really pisses me off is people who have dogs (pit bulls and other bully breeds) but have no idea what they are doing. These dogs are not dangerous unless their owners make them dangerous, or just have no idea how to train and take care of these breeds.

    I’m done now :0) Love your confessions!

    • We had a pit bull when I was very small (50 some odd years ago) that I adored and he adored me. He was my protector. My dad couldn’t give me a spanking if the dog was in the house because Butch would bite him! Hee Hee Hee But, animal control did have to come and get him as he kept biting the post man when he would speak to me in the front yard. He would climb the gate to do so. I was his and you had better not forget it!

      Confessions? I am so done with all of the so called upgrades being made in the park where I live. Now they are going to renumber the trailers and rvs and I will have to let everyone know. They have started what seems like fortyelvenhundred jobs to “improve” the park and none of them seem to be getting done. Sigh.

      I’m done with just the one. 🙂

    • Tina, the audiobooks are listened to in the car, so as much as I try, I can’t get away from them. Ack!

      I don’t fault so called “scary” dogs for being scary. If Troy didn’t have allergies, and I had a big yard, I’d love to have a wiener dog, and a rottweiler. People are terrified of rottys, but I know the dogs have great hearts; you have to teach them to be mean.

    • OMG my friend Amy has a pit named Echo. Echo “talks”. And she would NEVER hurt anything; she mothers anything smaller than herself. When they brought home a puppy, Echo proceeded to bag up and nurse the puppy…even though it was 8 weeks old and not hers lol!! We had a Rott and she was the biggest baby ever. She would hide if you raised your voice, and she would let the boys lay on her like a giant pillow. Her bark was so freakin’ loud though! Ugh. And I found out I was allergic to dog saliva because Ziva would lick the shit out of me and I’d spend a week covered in hives.
      I hate it that people are so freakin’ dumb that they think a breed can be labelled dangerous. I have two Yorkies, a Corgi, and a wiener dog mutt and hands down Molly the weiner dog mutt is more dangerous than any other dog we’ve ever had. But she’s never put in a situation where she is allowed to become aggressive because we’re aware that she is and we treat her accordingly. I tell people all the time if you don’t want your dogs to do something, don’t put them in the situation to do it. You wouldn’t leave a full glass of tea on a coffee table with a toddler running around, don’t put your dog in a situation like that either!!

    • We had a Dobie runt when I was a kid that was absolutely the most protective dog around. All the neighborhood kids played at our house and he just ignored them. But the stupid gas meter reader who poked sticks at him thorugh the fence–whoooo boy! I heard a bunch of noise one day and looked out the back door just as Mickey was about to go over the fence after him! I read that guy the riot act up one side and down the other for not coming to the door when he saw the damn dog!! I used to take my boyfriends to meet Mickey and he always knew the good ones. We also had a big Dobie when my kids were younger. He bit my youngest son twice, once in the middle of screaming match with me (dogs don’t argue with the alpha female in packs), and once because he accidently stepped on the dog’s sore foot. You should have heard the whining and crying from both of them afterwards. They were accidents and the dog was our big baby. Neither of the wounds were serious, he did have a few stitches and antibiotics, but threw a fit at the thought of getting rid of the dog. We did have the dog nuetered which calmed him down a lot, and should have been done sooner. That was the best watchdog we ever hadm though, and he loved us all.

  9. I LOVE your #4!!!!

    My confessions:
    As much as I love that I’m pregnant with our son, I want this pregnancy to be at it’s end so I can get back on the thin wagon. I’m tired of huffing and puffing and not being able to fit into my clothes.

    These last few weeks of pregnancy, I’ve been sucking major as a mom. My kid doesn’t want to eat the dinner I cooked her, so I let her eat Cereal, Pop-Tarts, and various other crap for dinner.

    I WILL steal this idea for my blog.

  10. #8!!! I tried giving up swearing for Lent last year (or the year before?), and I’m pretty sure I’m going to go to hell – I was an utter failure. So, I’m going to try it again this year. #$%#$%!

    I’ve been reading your blog for a while, but never commented before… I think you’re awesome! 🙂

  11. I’m so literally DYINGGG at (and no it’s not a website, I HAD to look it up and B. there is and that is equally funny)

  12. I was going to check too Courtnei! Now I don’t have to, thanks!
    I can’t stand soul patches either. My husband insists on growing a big, ugly goatee every winter, it is no secret that I hate it! 😀 I think he does it because, come spring, I am so happy he shaved it!
    My addition: I used to think that PMS was a crock of shit created by women who just wanted to have an excuse to be a bitch. (I thought my SIL was going to kill me when I told her this! But that simply reinforced my belief) I have since decided that there may be a little bit of real to it after paying attention to my daughter’s behaviour patterns….
    Also: I have no idea what play silk is. (and I have to leave in ten minutes and have about half an hour of stuff that needs done first, so I am not looking it up right now….)

    I love your confession posts.

    • I distinctly remember my dad sitting my sister and I down when we were “tweens”, and he said, your mom doesn’t let PMS bother her, and it isn’t a blank check you’re given to be bitches. Now, I know women who have legit issues with their periods like PCOS, endo, etc., but run of the mill bitchiness isn’t cool!

  13. #1 I am not nor never will be a dog person. I barely tolerate my cat now that we have kids, but at least she’s a chicken shit and doesn’t really come out anyway. But yeah, there are definitely barking dogs on my “hell” soundtrack. And wtf with people who ask my child if she’d like to pet their dog. Shouldn’t that be my decision? Ugh.
    #2 I am so sick to death of IGT. For the love of all things holy, I just want to exclusively bf my babies.

    • I love dogs. I would be a dog snuggler if it paid enough and had medical. I’ve never been scared of a dog in my life until this German shepard. He scares the crap out of me.

      Cats? Not so much; I am pretty indifferent to them, even though we had them growing up.

      I’m not sure what IGT is, but I hope it is something that eventually lets you get your wish.

  14. Want to preface: I love all my nieces and nephews.
    But I dread nice weather because,
    I hate every single child on my street. They suck. I should hate the parents, but alas, I hate the kids. Each of them yell and screech, and none of them have been taught good manners
    Dogs have one way to communicate. Unlike kids that can be taught to be polite and quiet while still being able to communicate.
    Just my two cents.

    • Growing up, my family had two dogs who were taught to not lunge at people and bark their asses off. They were taught not to intimidate people and make them fearful for their safety. Both were wild pound puppies and we had no idea how they were taught before they made their way to our home. So, it can be taught.

      Just MY two cents!

  15. Dogs! I have two idiots who drive me crazy at times! (I can’t complain about my kids anymore, they grew up into reasonably responsible adults that left home and who help their parents out.). They aren’t allowed to bark themselves silly, especially when we let them out at night for “yard checks”. We live in a neighborhood of older people, no kids, and only two other dogs. The one who comes with his owner to pick up the mail from the boxes in front of our house loves to run up and down the fence with our girls and bark like crazy! He gets yelled at for it and I think it’s the only fun he gets, poor baby. The one next door is a little yapper who’s only outside once in awhile. I grew up with Dobermans so I’m not really scared of dgos, and barking I just tune out anymore. We are trying a collar for the neurotic dog, she has separation issues and this is supposed to be full of pheromones that calm her down. Car rides to go to our favorite walkie place are a pain in the ass. She gets so excited she paces and barks in the car, I have to hold her by the collar the whole trip, and even then she has a piercing whine! OyVey!!
    And since we are confessing/complaining today, I have got to get something off my chest and I don’t think anyone here will judge me too harshly–but I am sick to death of taking care of my BIL who is handicapped. When his mom died 25 years ago, putting him in a home was just not a right idea. I had some help when my kids were home, and I could make the hubs sister take him every so often. He’s not a big problem, but this year it’s becoming more and more obvious he is losing cognitive abilites. He’s forgetting even simple things and I’m having to do more and more of the daily tasks of caring for him. My husband either isn’t willing to help, or just doesn’t see the need to. I do get paid for taking care of him, for which I am very thankful as otherwise I would have to find a job. It’s just wearing me down at times to do all the work when my blasted husband won’t get off his butt and help! I’m living with two bitchy, stinky old men and the fun isn’t there anymore. I’m not complaining too much here, the hubs ignores the dirty house, and the naps I take every day, doesn’t say too much about how I spend the money, never complains about my cooking (he’s afraid he’ll have to do it), and doesn’t say anything about what I watch on TV. I know I need to speak up about his brother, but I’ve got to think of a way to do it wihout starting a battle or having him be grumpy for days. So, thanks for letting me say all this, guys!

    • Your husband needs a gentle slap in the face for putting that all on you. He is his family and he needs to pitch in. So sorry for all that responsibility being put on you!

    • I think it’s a case of my husband refuses to see that his brother is coming to the end of his life. His little brother has always been around. He is now 47 and that’s old for Down Syndrome, especially someone who was never at the higher end of the scale and not expected to live past childhood. I think he will realize it soon, I just needed a good gripe about it!

  16. OMG – you are hysterical! Never heard of playsilks before (my kids are 23,26 & 29) had to google – all I can say is wow, glad I missed this fad! My confession is (because I live in Illinois and we’re having a ridiculous winter) if you can’t drive in snow, stay home because you’re a hazard! 🙂

  17. My SIL and her daughter and grandkids drive me nuts. I live in Tennessee, they live in Ohio, and they’re one of the reasons we don’t want to move back. SIL has nothing but her health problems and her grandkids (who are HEATHENS), and calls every other day, usually repeating everything she said the last phone call – kids this, kids that, latest health problem, repeat, repeat, repeat. DH will barely pick up the phone for her, so it usually falls to me to listen to her for 30 minutes or so – and that’s what it is, is listening, as you can’t get in a word edgewise once she gets started. And her daughter and grandkids? Ugh, the kids make nearly every visit completely unenjoyable because they are so out of control. It’s very difficult not to say anything about it, and mama won’t discipline them, and grandma over-disciplines. These poor kids don’t have a chance.

    I have one of those yappy dogs. He’s not a bad dog at all – I think someone could probably stick their hand over the fence and nothing would happen, as once he gets to know you he’s very friendly. We just bring him in the house once he gets started – and we don’t usually let him stay out that long anyways.

    Play silks? Ugh, never heard of them, so I had to Google. Thank God my kid is grown.

    This is very bad and very silly, but I’m giving up Candy Crush for Lent … actually, I’m starting sooner. What a time-suck.

    And yes, Jennifer Lopez pretty much sucks. She’s all promotion and no talent – which describes most pop divas today – it’s all in the packaging. Give me real singers any day. DH loves watching all of the reality singing competitions. I HATE, HATE, HATE them, but some real talent comes out on a rare occasion.

    Thanks for the forum to vent – I feel better now.

    • The yappiers don’t bother me so much during the day, but when it’s 11 pm and I have to get up at 4:30 am, we have a problem.

      I would take 24 hour yapping over the sheer butt-clenching terror I get from the German Shepard. I’m not scared of dogs, but this one seriously freaks me out. It’s only a matter of time before he is big enough to get over the fence and eat my face. When his owner is home (rare), he is inside with him so it isn’t an issue. When he’s gone, there is nothing scarier than walking out the front door at 5 am, and have these two green eyes rush at me. Ack, just talking about it makes my throat itch.

  18. You seriously crack me up!

  19. Confession of the Month: Sometimes I can’t stand the people I work with so much that I skip coffee break and/or lunch.

    Peeve of the Month: When you take the time (sometimes a LOT of time) to draft an email with all the information the other person could possibly need, and then rather than actually *reading* the email, people proceed to reply with email after email and question after question and how can I possible say to a client “…as I just told you in the f&*!ing email you illiterate idiot…”. I complained about this to someone and they said it’s because it’s easier to email and ask than take the time to read the email. SERIOUSLY? So they waste *MY* time instead? Grrrrr.

    Oh wait! Peeve #2 (and confession #2) – Alberta men must have the tiniest penises in the world. Judging by the way they drive they are so obviously compensating for something. I’ve lived and driven in lots places around the world and I’ve never seen drivers so generally this bad. Fast drivers, impatient drivers, whatever. But these are just STUPID bad drivers. I use all the ‘defensive driver’ training I was taught here – if you can imagine it, they’ll do it. You can’t blame them – most of them actually did actually learn to drive in a field.

    And this one is just a comment on parent problems: I solved the problem by moving 3000+km from them and I rarely hear my phone (plus they are too cheap to call). Sometimes I feel sorry for leaving my sister and her family to take the brunt of it. But not for long. It’s still the best thing I ever did. Sometimes you just gotta be selfish if you have any hope of being remotely happy.

    Love this idea, Sarah 🙂

    • I almost always skip coffee break for the exact same reason! Plus, I’m an introvert, so socializing with people is not really a break for me. When the weather was decent I would go take a quick walk outside, but now that it’s cold and crappy I just end up working through the break.

  20. I also had to google play silks and while I like the idea of giving kids something to play with that allows them to explore creativity, I also agree that an old sheet would do!
    Confessions: I hate most of my co-workers at my weekend job because they are all stuck in high school. If you are nearing 50 years old and a grandmother you should have stopped playing such childish games long ago!!

  21. I wish you luck during Lent. hahahhaa I would have a better chance of giving up Mountain Dew than cussing for Lent.

  22. James and the Giant Peach sounds wonderful, because around here it’s How to Train your Dragon. All Day. EVERY day.

  23. My youngest daughter went from “ET phone home” to the first dinosaur movie when it came out. You know, the one about Little Foot? This was in the day of VHS tapes, of course, and I think ours wore out!

  24. Littlefoot is from The Land Before Time! My kids loved those movies! We got one of them to try broccoli by pointing out that it is “green food” and Littlefoot and his friends would eat it. We still say “Yup, yup, yup!” like Ducky.

  25. That was all cute until the time we were watching RoboCop, without realizing the amount of the use of the f-bomb in it! I tried not to make a big deal out of it since the kids knew it was a word not used around our house. Things were going fine until a quiet moment in the movie and she pops out with it. I had to put my hand over my mouth and bite it to keep from laughing out loud at her! (She was only about two so I really couldn’t get on to her for it.)

  26. Boy, do I need this.

    1) I am sick and tired of people who think that they are the exception to the rule. I work in HR and I heard more excuses this week than I could stomach. FYI: If you smoke weed and you’re looking for a job, STOP SMOKING. For the love of all that is holy, by the time I sent applicant #5 packing, I was ready to send the test strips back. But no, 4 out of the 5 admitted that they had used, but not for months. Right. I do not care one way or another if you use or not….but the rules say you have to test clean to get the job. Period.
    2) Did I mention I am also am the Safety Assistant? Yep, glorified hall monitor. I swear I am going to buy pink flowered headbands for every person I see on the floor with their safety glasses on their heads. Oh, and I can’t write them up because THEY ARE THE SUPERVISORS.
    3) I want to bitch slap a co-worker that keeps smoking in the plant even though it is a smoke-free environment….yep, the exception to the rule and again, a supervisor.

    Got my resume dusted off and sent out yesterday. Time for this chick to fly the coop.

  27. You are seriously a riot! I know what playsilks are and think it is ridiculous. All a kid needs is a sheet/quilt, a couple of empty boxes and the couch cushions — really — although I get aggravated over the couch cushions because couches are expensive to replace.

  28. Every day when I get home from work and exit my car, I think to myself, “YAY, I’m so glad I live by the barkiest dogs in the universe.” Only, you know, NOT. Neighbor dogs: one poor fella who lives outside and is lonely, barks all the time. Three who must need to pee at the same time every day, because they’re always in their yard (barking) when I get home. Across the street mini-dog, constant barker, with the owners who keep saying, “Yoda! Stop! Yoda!”
    It’s enough to drive a nice person homicidal.

  29. 1. Amen! Most male facial hair is, ah, problematic, but soul patches are high among my least favorite.
    2. J. Lo was good in “Out of Sight” (which I highly recommend if you haven’t seen it before, or don’t remember), and I was disappointed when she stopped working on her acting in order to ‘sing.’
    3. Silk?! What person in their right mind gives children silk to play with? Honestly, people!
    4. Why can’t I find a job? And why can’t employers be organized enough to make sure that the project they have in mind – whether contract or full-time – *is* what they want to do, or is approved, BEFORE they schedule an interview and get my hopes up?
    5. Pet peeve: drivers who stop their cars at least one full car length back from the painted line delineating the intersection. Why? It looks idiotic, almost as though the car stalled/died just before reaching the corner – but then it turns out that the driver just stopped there. Sometimes they eventually edge forward – oh-so-carefully – but usually it’s when the light changes and their car moves that you can be sure that they aren’t having mechanical difficulties. And don’t they realize that some turn lanes require the weight of the car up by that line in order to activate the turn arrow?
    6. Question: how does giving up cursing for Lent count as a confession? Isn’t that more of a plan? Or are you just confessing to frustration in advance? 😉

    • Uh-oh….. I an guilty of your #5 in the left turn lane. But, in my defense, my husband work on the traffic signals and he taught me how the turn arrow works here. It isn’t the weight of the car, the arrows can be activated by a well-placed bicycle, it has something to do with the metal of the vehicle being detected (okay, I don’t know exactly how they work, I have been told in detail but didn’t retain critical information to explain it properly). The “loops” that detect cars in order to activate the signal are often placed a car length or more behind the line, so if you are the only car there, you won’t activate it. Although, again in my own defence, if someone lines up behind me, I pull up and let the guy behind me sit on the loop, I don’t stay there if I am not the only car. In Toronto, you can see the loops, they look like black rectangle outlines in the lane.
      Good point about giving up cursing, I hadn’t caught that!