Turning Lane

I have been having these weird thoughts about the turning lane lately.

Do you have to put on your blinker in the turning lane?  Just in random observations it seems most people don’t (although I think its close to 50/50).  I always put on my blinker in the turning lane.

I’m not sure what the law states (nor am I really interesting in what the law states about it), but in my own experience I would rather have a blinker on for the unobservant drivers who don’t realize they are in a turning lane with me and could smash up my vehicle if they choose to than not turn it on.  I’m not sure what  has brought this to the forefront of my thought lately but its there.

Oh…and another thing that bugs me.  I have snapped a few pictures with my cell phone from my car lately on the way to work.  I post them on facebook, or here, or wherever and there is always that ass who seems to need to smugly point the obvious out   “who’s driving the vehicle.”

Side note – I honestly don’t think police should be able to ticket us for something as mundane as using your cell phone while driving, when police do it all the time.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cop with a bluetooth headset on, but I have seen many cops using the cell phones while driving.  Not rushing to an accident or anything, but casually driving the streets.  I would laugh my ass off if one police officer pulled over another for using their cell phone while driving.  I think then, I could accept that law.

Anyways, so when I see something awesome while I’m driving I’ll snap a picture, if there’s a place to stop and take the picture, I will, but if not, I’ll snap a quick picture anyways.   And without fail some ass who probably does their make up or drinks their coffee, searches for something in the backseat, eats some food, looks for something in her purse or fiddles with the radio while driving, but sees nothing wrong with those distracting actions, will comment on taking a picture using while driving.  Its moronic, stupid and irksome.

SccccArf

While it is gorgeous here today and was also yesterday, earlier in the week the nights were still cold.  Sarah stole my scarf one morning.  This is the picture I got later in the day.

Being that it is the first picture of Sarah I think I’ve posted on my website I probably should put a more flattering one up, but the scarf one is just so amusing.

Rare

It was one of those rare instances where there was no parking anywhere near my apartment.  I decided to count footsteps to my apartment door.  I count to 463.

463 steps to my front door.  How ridiculous is that.

Whew

Ok.  Aside from a crazy long road trip this last weekend and a my nephew being born things have been a little slow lately.  However those two things are rather large.

Tomorrow marks my brother’s birthday.  Weird.  Haven’t talked to him in a long while.  I wrote him a letter.  I should mail it off.  Probably will tomorrow.  He’s in basic training right now.  And I don’t want to say I’m not supportive, but maybe I’m a little indifferent.  It feels hard to put a lot of emphasis into caring when I haven’t spoken to him in any great length since last July, and even then he just blew me off.  I was waiting and sitting and hoping he would call me, or reach out in some manner, like I’ve tried for him on occasions in the past, but it never happened.  The letter I wrote could hardly be called a letter at all.  Its filled with minutia.  I really was hoping we could clear the air in person, or at least on the phone.  We are brothers after all, and as easy as it would be to forgive, its still hard to forget.

Its hard to forgive someone you don’t really know, and out of all my siblings, I just don’t know my brother.  And of the opportunities we’ve had to get to know each other, I got excited, and then let down when the didn’t come about.  And that was the most frustrating part.  Maybe he didn’t want to get to know me.  Maybe he did and didn’t know how to go about it.  But then again, it really felt like he didn’t even try.  I’m an easy person to clear the air with, I’m quick to forgive.  But only if I see effort and reason to.

Hmmm…. reminds me of what I always told my sixth grade students.  “I’ll always care about your grades and work, probably more than you do.  But until you care about them, and put in the work that goes along with caring about them, nothing is going to change.”  Anyways, happy birthday PJ.  I hope its a great day than all your other days in basic.

(and I say all of this even though he didn’t write me for my birthday, or say happy birthday to me in any manner last month)