Question Of The Week

Question of the week: Who taught you how to drive and how old were you?


My mother taught me how to drive when I was 9 years old. I drove around for years in my teens with no license because we could not afford driver’s ed. I got my license when I was 18. My brother gave me his car when he went into the Navy and nobody would teach me how to drive a stick shift so I went to the library and got a book that explained how and then I hopped into my car and took off.

Being that I am cheap, apparently I learned from my parents, my oldest daughter has not yet gotten her driver’s license. I recently found out that the State of Texas has a Parent Taught Driver’s Education program. The cost is only $25 for a teaching permit. Upon finding this program I signed up and I will be teaching my 16 year old how to drive this summer.

The Things I Learn While Driving My Kids Around

I am in the car with my girls a lot! We actually have a pretty good time in the car. We listen to music and sing along quite a bit. They listen to my music and I listen to theirs.

The best thing we do in the car is talk. I think because they do not have to look me in the eye they tend to open up while we are driving around.

Things I learned from my 16 year old this week:

  • That “so and so” at her school is pregnant which means she has to stop drinking. At least she said: “Some people are just plain stupid. You shouldn’t drink or have sex at our age!”
  • That she actually likes watching E.R. with me on Thursday nights.  She asked me if she could watch E.R. with me instead of watching it in her room on her new TV. How can you say no to that!
  • She doesn’t like her new Geometry teacher. She has been going to tutorials with her old Geometry teacher. As she put it: “My old teacher understands how my brain learns things. She’s a blonde too!”

Things I learned from my 9 year old this week:

  • She does not want to have me buried when I die. She wants me to be cremated. My daughter said: “I would rather be able to talk to you all the time instead of having to go to a cemetery to talk to you.”
  • Our gerbil, Scrunchy, is scared of our turtle, Bruce. Apparently she put Bruce in Scrunchy’s cage the other day!
  • That a boy in her class likes her because he keeps putting his backpack next to hers.
  • Her sister has a candy stash in her room. I already knew this little fact because I steal candy from it. I think the little one gets blamed for my stealing! 🙂

Life In The Slow Lane

OK, I admit it, I am a bit of a goody-two-shoes. I go the speed limit! I have never had a ticket and I have only been pulled over while driving twice in my 20 plus years of driving. If you have ever driven around Houston you would know that by going the posted speed limit I am taking my life into my own hands! Here in Houston people think the speed limit on the freeway is 80 plus mile per hour. If it is raining we have two different speeds, 100 MPH or 20 MPH on the freeway! I don’t even want to think about those rare years we actually get a freeze here! What brought me to this little rant is, on my way home from my morning taxi cab job while I was driving through a school zone no less, I had 2 people tell me I was #1 and I actually had a cop fly pass me! You would think at least the cop would obey the laws but maybe I am expecting too much!

OK I will now step off of my Soap Box and use it’s contents to go clean my house!