ONE REASON NOT TO RETIRE

Retirement does have its pit falls. The clock in our kitchen suddenly stopped. That brought on a trip to Walmart to get a new one.( good old Walmart, for most of us money is a issue in retirement)

My "better half" put the clock up on the wall. I didn't pay to much attention but I soon discovered I was having some difficulty in figuring out what time it was when I looked at that clock.

I finally figured out that the hands were reversed. To prove to myself that I was correct I had to check my watch using a magnifying glass to be sure that indeed the small hand points to the hour.

I then reversed the hands and decided that when you question yourself to that degree retirement is not what it is cracked up to be!

MEG WHITMAN

Meg Whitman does not deserve to be Governor of California. In my opinion ,if any of the allegations are true she treated that housekeeper in a very inhumane manner.

A lot was expected from a part time employee. That poor woman was loaded down with work and responsibilities that deserved many more hours to accomplish. Then that callous Meg Whitman took a hard right stand on immigration and threw everyone under the bus trying to get rid of any responsibility . Total lack of character and total hypocrisy.

I hope she finds that her billions of dollars cannot buy that election. California can and should do better!

Senior Citizens and Politics

Senior citizens in this country need to wake up and not vote against their own self interest. With the mid term elections just a few short weeks away it is critical to not be caught up in wedge issues. Keep in mind what the real Republican agenda is: Destruction of medicare, Destruction of social security, dismantling of the VA, spending fortunes to maintain tax breaks for the super rich. Most of us are old enough to remember that most recessions this country has experienced have been at the hands of the Republicans.

We must keep our eye on the prize. It will take our President time to clean up this horrendous mess George W left us. Reject the party that will pull us backwards. The party of NO led by such notables as Palin , Limbaugh and Beck will take us down a path no one in their right mind would want to travel. This is the time to vote a straight Democratic ticket. Don't be fooled by charlatans.

I'M SICK OF TOM BRADY

I'm originally from Mass. and have been a transplanted Floridian since 1996. I became a avid Tampa Bay Bucs fan in about five minutes, totally caught up in the Tony Dungy era.

This is what totally bugs me about Brady: He should make up his mind if he wants to be a quarterback or a model- He should quit that teen age hair cut- He should quit whining when he gets hit- He's making the big bucks why not try and earn it- Quit trying to be "buddy buddy" with Randy Moss- I'd believe in Santa Claus before I'd go for that charade-and above all stop pouting- Why not grow up?

HOW TO HANDLE SCHOOL BUS DRIVERS

Come Fall many parents are faced with the problem of dealing with a irate bus driver determined to report their darling to the principal for misbehavior on the bus.
If you’re one of those parents its important to realize that bus drivers are very difficult to deal with. That’s because they are in a fragile mental state. Its not easy to flirt with
danger and abuse on a daily basis just to drive your little darlings to school.
The only predictable thing about a bus driver is that they will always report a kid to the principal on Friday. That’s the sadistic side of them coming out. They want your little darling to worry all weekend while they try to get up the courage to make the Monday morning bus run.
You need to know the ropes as far as bus drivers are concerned. The quiet ones usually get reported the first week. I always tried to be objective and get the facts. I started out this way; “Okay, little darling , what did that MEAN old bus driver do to you this time?” The conversation usually goes like this:
“ I didn’t do a thing mom, weird people dry buses, I was only trying to play blind mans bluff with him. I didn’t think he would have a problem driving the bus standing up, so I just took the seat out from underneath him to give it to some girl”.
At that point guilt doesn’t matter. What’s wrong with that bus company anyway? Can’t they just hire people that have manners and a sense of humor?
Meanwhile I have all weekend to plan my strategy . Monday I’m all set. My battle attire consists of pajamas and a whiffle ball bat.
The beleaguered bus takes the corner. For the life of me I can’t understand what that driver has to complain about. Its only the older kids that are dancing on the top of the bus, the noise is kept to a roar, only a few kids are beating each other with the seat belts, and the rest of the little angels are either playing handball with tomatoes or paintballing the windows black.
. My little darling warns me; “ Look at him mom, that’s the phony smile he puts on when mothers come to meet him at the bus stop.”
Anyway, he has nothing to fear from me I’m only calling him in for questioning this time. The door flies open and he comes flying off the bus - not under his own power but mine. Before he knows it my bat has him pinned up against the side of the bus.
“ You aren’t going to report my son to the principal are you ? He’s only in the first grade. First graders are to young to do anything bad on the bus, aren’t they?’
The bus driver starts to cry.” Its not just the first graders the kindergarten kids are even worse. I have a hard time boarding the bus. They have painted the stairs with crazy glue and put molasses all over my seat. I can’t concentrate on driving when they are boarding up the windows and slamming each others heads in their lunch boxes. The only nice thing they ever did was offer me a cyanide sandwich.”
“Okay lady,” he says weakly. “ I won’t report your little darling this time” The kids cheer as they know another bus driver went down to defeat. I somehow felt sorry for the guy but that’s how I handle a bus driver at least until a better way comes along. I’m a pacifist at heart so to all bus drivers- GOOD LUCK with all those little darlings!

THE TROUBLE WITH PANTYHOSE

The trouble with pantyhose is that they are just that-TROUBLE. For women everywhere getting a pair of pantyhose is like trying to purchase the “impossible dream” for $6.95.
Statistics lie especially the ones on pantyhose packages. For example: Size A fit’s the petite woman. The only woman I know that can fit in size A is my daughters Barbie doll. Size B starts out a little better. This size will get as far as your ankles before it runs out of stretch. At that point you’ll read the instructions that say,” grasp firmly at the ankles and pull”. What they didn’t tell you is that size B thinks they are ankle tourniquets not pantyhose. So---because your blood is not circulating from your ankles to your head trying to get these things to your waist will not be easy. Size C is for those who have survived size A and B. I call these the politician pantyhose. They promise to do something for everyone. They promise to fit all. They just keep stretching and stretching. The last pair I bought came up over the top of my head so I tied a bow. They certainly didn’t do much for the sexy image I was trying to create. Men do not usually pay compliments to a stuffed laundry bag that walks.
I decided to pass up the more talented types of pantyhose. You know the ones I mean. They promise to hug you, hold you in and give you that all day massage. I figured that they would be so busy showing off that they would forget to stay on my legs.
I did bite on the ones that claim to be tailor made for my figure. These even had memory. If they would just remember to stay on my legs I’d be in great shape. These hose along with having memory were shifty. They felt fine for the first half hour. They gave the tailor enough time to cash my check and for me to get to work. Trust me, the tailor was having a good time and I was in labor and not even pregnant. You haven’t suffered until you are stuck for eight hours in pantyhose that just don’t fit.
My next move was to write a letter to the pantyhose company. I explained my problem and gave them my measurements. They wrote back and told me to be patient. They were working on a new line for people that had problem figures like mine. All I had to do was by Size D guaranteed to fit me as well as overweight gorillas.
So what if they finally found the solution. Look at all the pain they’ve caused. That’s no consolation for women right now trying to wrestle pantyhose past their toes, poke eye holes in the extra long ones or trying to remain calm and regal while a waistband is making its debut from under the hem of a evening gown.
I’m the first one to admit my figure is far from perfect but these pantyhose companies need to take a class in anatomy. Most people’s feet do go in the same direction. The last pair I bought didn’t agree. One foot was coming and the other one going. The directions said,” twist in place”. It’s not easy to twist a perfectly healthy foot 360 degrees when its still attached to a leg.
I now recommend that anyone who wears pantyhose to give them a trial run before they go to work. It is well worth the effort, kind of like living with them before you make the final decision. A good test would be if you can do ten cartwheels in succession, jump rope over a couple of hedges, tap dance on top of a bus, and if you can ride your neighbors German Shepard side saddle around the block they probably will fit. Lucky you!

FACEBOOK PROFILES

I'm really wondering about young women and how freely they expose themselves physically and verbally on Facebook. Do they not get how dangerous this can be and how very "cheap" many of them have made themselves?
What totally amazes me is that most of these young people have two profiles- One of them is open to anyone who chooses to see it and the other is for "so called friends" that have permission to view the garbage they have written. Many profiles that can be read by anyone are disgusting.
Were they ever taught by anyone that it is wrong to lie? Were they ever taught by anyone that it is wrong to represent themselves as something they are not. These young girls have no self esteem or self worth to advertise themselves as nothing but a cheap commodity. Did they ever have parents or any kind of a role model or were they raised by the Internet and video games? Parents of these misfits must have buried their heads in the sand when they were raising these children. They seem to have no character.
If parents had any idea what their daughters were putting on these sites they would be embarrassed, appalled and heart sick and they should be.

KIDS THAT AREN'T POTTY TRAINED

When it comes to potty training kids are smarter than most of the parents. Today's theory is that kids give parents a signal when they think THEY are ready to introduce their little butts to a potty. It seems to me parents aren't getting the signal. I recently saw a kid squatting on the floor ,grunting and pointing to his diaper trying to hint to his clueless parents that something was "going on" down there that required attention.

I've seen kids dragging boxes of Pampers to their parents asking for a refill. I've seen kids at checkouts buying those "Big Boy Pants" to take home to their unable to get the point moms. Whats wrong with these so called adults?

We need to get some common sense here.Introduce the child's butt to a pot before he is old enough to go to Harvard. Books are heavy enough without asking him to tuck a box of diapers in his book bag.

Kids are a lot brighter than modern day parents think. Look at that "wise-Butt"kid that sells E-Trade on TV. He is sitting on a plane with a drink in his hand and has the gall to be wearing a diaper. How about all those kids on TV making money by doing that "Potty-Dance"? Does anyone think that maybe their parents should be shuffling down to Walmart to get them a gizmo called a potty-chair?

Its time you parents wake up. Toilet training isn't that hard. Give it a try!

POTTY TRAINING 60'S STYLE

I think its time we went back to the 60's when it comes to potty training. Modern day kids are smarter than most of the parents.

OUR PRESIDENT NOT TAKING CREDIT

President Obama needs to take credit for pulling out the last group of combat troops from Iraq. This is finally the end of a very painful era in America's history. He needs to remind the American people that had it not been for his wisdom this conflict could have continued to fester. As recent as last week the military talking heads were pontificating that conditions on the ground would guide the decisions. We should thank the President Obama for saying enough.

CATS ROCK

Cats rock.. I own two of them so I knew that watching my daughter’s dog for a long weekend would stink but she suckered me in with her motherly , tearful brown eyes. Her parting words were; “Mom, don’t worry she is a real good dog all she does is lie on her blanket.”.
Right, and I believe in Santa Claus .My first problem was that I couldn’t stop the dog from eating the cat food and the cats signed up for Jenny Craig rather than eat the dog food.
The dog spilled all her water and both the cats took a very unwanted dip in the pool due to being pursued by a eighty pound dog. The cat door then got ripped off the casing because the dog wondered why the cats had their own powder room in the garage- and soon found out that her eighty pound body couldn’t fit through a opening meant for ten pound felines.
Making the potty run was the next joy facing me. I was wishing that dog would just get a onset of acute constipation. Not my luck. There I was walking around the neighborhood with my plastic bag while my pooch buddy was being very selective about a spot to do her business. I tried to coerce her to use the empty lot owned by the electric company. That way I could cheat and not have to pick the business up. No way , she chose my neighbors well manicured turf instead.
Next came the 4th of July fireworks. Another advantage of cats, cats don’t bark! Dogs bark and whimper and shake. So I had to sit up all night, while the dog howled, whimpered, barked and shook.
Then this thing started to get serious. The dog missed her owner and went into a state of depression. Then the mental condition became physical . She had to be treated for a pulled muscle when her foot got caught in her neck bandana when she tried to jump the coffee table to attack the UPS man who rang the door bell. Needless to say I was very happy to see my daughter return. And I love my gentle, serene, fun loving Bonnie and Clyde all the more. No more dog sitting for me. Cats rock!

THE COUCH FROM HELL

Four years ago I purchased the coach from HELL. I’m sure many of you have made the same mistake. I went to one of those places where you have to buy the whole deal. You can walk in there thinking your only going to buy a $400.00 couch. Somehow if your weak willed like me you will end up with a couch, loveseat, tables, rug, lamps, pool table, and back scratcher.
I ended up in one of those deals and got the whole package and a couch that had a mind of its own. All the cushions were loose and the place where none of them wanted to be was on the couch. If you sat on them they slid forward, the back ones also didn’t like their lot in life . It was the worse couch I have ever owned. Finally it got to my mind. My cats wouldn’t even sit on it and any company that had to deal with it were stuck gripping the sides for dear life so they would not slide off.
I decided the cure was to try BIG LOTS. The couch is the most comfortable one I have ever owned. The cushions do just that- cushion. I bought just what I wanted and nothing additional. In this economy the buyer needs all the help they can get.-- Thanks--BIG LOTS!

THE EXERCISE CRAZE

THE EXERCISE CRAZE



The latest I heard on this exercise craze is that it is dangerous to sit in a chair. I think things have gone to far. Americans have gone all out to join gyms, exercise at home on all kinds of machines- to stretch and pull this and that muscle in hopes of achieving longevity..
This latest expert claims if your job involves a chair all the other exercise you do is of no value. Ridiculous!
It seems that the mental stress of trying to exercise enough to off set the blah ,blah of all these talking heads is causing anxiety that will kill those who listen.
One of the most sedentary people I ever met was my mother in law. She ate anything she felt like, she smoked in her younger days, her hobby was knitting and watching tv, she had a drink or two and lived to be 95. Not bad for being clueless.
If we continue to listen to all these health nuts we will have no fun in living, it will become so hard to just stay alive some of the joy in life will be gone. I think we need to lighten up.

REMEMBER THOSE GAS LINES ?

Remember those gas lines? Remember that madhouse of horns and pollution. You almost needed a full tank to be sure you could reach the pump before you ran out of gas. You had to be very observant to even have a chance to outsmart the other drivers.
Remember those gas lines? Remember that madhouse of horns and pollution. You much easier to bully. If it came down to a show down at the pump a bigger car would prevail.
It was always a good idea to get to the gas station early. About five hours before sunrise was a good idea. I had my “nerve” pills within easy reach. I knew I would need them before this survival mission would be over.
Nothing would move me from the precious spot of pavement I owned in that wagon train that crawled to the pump. I could with stand anything- even choke on exhaust fumes, kids fighting in the back seat, a roast burning in the oven. Ah! A glimmer of hope the car ahead of me moved up about one half inch. The lady in the car ahead of me, just had her baby and the man behind me has given up the bottle. It can’t be long now.
At all cost I had to stay determined. I couldn’t look side to side or make eye contact with anyone otherwise discouragement would set in. On one side the pedestrians are calling me unkind names because they haven’t been able to cross the street in about a week. The people on the left are also upset because they haven’t been able to get in their driveways since the gas shortage began.
The group in the middle are the most vicious. They have been stranded for days in the same lane pointing at each other, engine to engine, determined to go in opposite directions. They keep pointing at me. I keep up the pretense. I just gulp another “nerve “ pill and lock the door.
The torture chamber moves at a crawl. By this time its almost closing time and you see the prize- the gas pump is within sight. I used to be so excited to reach the pump that I usually exited the car via the window and I didn’t care if it was open or not.
The whole thing meant I survived that gas line and would live another day to do battle with it again. Will those days again return?

VACATIONS WITH KIDS ARE NO FUN

Only two groups of people have fun on vacation- people without kids and people with short memories- who have kids and always forget what a rotten time they had the year before.

Once the snow melts in New England the vacation syndrome starts. "Let's do something different this year like have a good time". That would be really different because it hasn't happened yet.Maybe because we're loaded down with lots of hate and discontent- FOUR KIDS-under the age of six.

At least we do one thing right. We always pack light. Might as well because all the clothes will be the wrong ones anyway, and as long as we have plenty of treats, games, and "barf bags" we'll be fine, off and running on the typical bad start. We never forget that healthy sugarless gum to stick in each others hair. It adds a little spice to the trip.

The survival kit we need is against the law. So all we can do is take our high blood pressure medication and dream about tranquilizers and shots of hard liquor.

If it is a resort or simple cottage destination the trip is always the same. My husbands teeth start to chatter before he turns on the ignition. Then comes that fatal question that never ends-" Daddy, how much farther before we get there"?

Before we leave the driveway I've broken up at least one wrestling match, and removed a fist that the bully of the day shoved down someone Else's throat.

On to what I call "the freeway conspiracy". The road has to be out to get us. Imagine to pay a toll to be tortured by three hours of fog, trail or trucks, rotten food and out of order bathrooms.

After we reach our destination its more of the same. Just look around the restaurants and you'll see what I mean- fathers tryind to visualize themselves on the golf course,fighting the urge to use foul language and mosthers giving those "better behave looks" with crossed eyes. Only the "pick-Pocketers" are smiling.

The return trip is usually beyond description. We feel a little like we died, went to hell and got assigned to drive a bus load of kids on vacation for all eternity.

We fall in our back door glad the whole thing is over. Everyone needs a rest except for the one that was smart enough to stay home- the cat. Next year if we're smart we'll join her.

THE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE

With the unemployment rate in the United States at a record high the Democratic party has to find a way to push through the unemployment extension. It is deplorable that we are involved in fighting two never ending wars at a tremendous cost in both money and human lives and are turning our backs on the working families of our country.

The Republican Party has always been pro-war and pro-military at any cost. That's nothing new. Sadly it appears that our President has got suckered in to this war and it looks as if the mess George Bush got us in will continue for who knows how long.

The working people are hurting in this country. This mess was created and in my opinion the President needs to step forward and use whatever power he can to help unemployed Americans. I know as a Democrat that we are going it alone and even if it takes a "Chicago shakedown" we need to get the job done. Then the Republicans will really have something to whine about.

I'M SICK OF VIAGRA COMMERCIALS

I'm sick of Viagra commercials. Is that the only thing Pfizer makes? Couldn't they at least update their commercials?

That guy talking to his reflexion in the store window and trying to dig up enough nerve to ask the doctor about Viagra is just to wimpy.What good will Viagra do him? If he's to chicken to approach the doctor how does he expect to get a date?

Never the less he comes bouncing out of the office and floats down the sidewalk and meets a "chic" who is obviously thrilled that he finally acquired that magic potion.

How about the competitors commercial. Those two lovers sitting in twin bathtubs on the rivers edge are a real hoot.I hope they get themselves psyched up real fast because waiting in the bushes is a monsoon of mosquitoes and horse flies eager to bust up their their date with destiny.

Hey, I'm not a spoil sport. I'm all for men being more virile. I really hope these medications are not tricky. Men love to be in control. What if these little devils decide to work in places like church, super markets and check in lines in airports? Hey guys are you looking for something to hang an extra bag on? Whoopee!

SEA FOOD SNIFFERS---MEN NEED NOT APPLY

Sea Food SNIFFERS-----MEN NEED NOT APPLY

I'm bugged by the fact that the government is hiring men to sniff sea food.All women know that men can't smell!

Has anyone ever met a man that could sniff out something burning in the oven? A garbage bag would walk out itself before waiting for a man to remove it. Smelly socks would become mumified to the floor before a guy would know the difference. If a man can't smell a dirty diaper that was duck taped to his nose how is he able to sniff a miniscule amount of oil in a two hundred pound tuna?

Lets hire women to do the job right. a woman's nose is reliable. If she can sniff out a liar, a troublemaker or a husband stealer one hundred miles away she sure can sniff out a grouper laden with oil.

I know President Obama has a lot on his plate,but he needs to rethink the qualifications for this position and hire women. Lets get this job done right!

MODERN CAKES ARE COMPLICATED

Whatever happened to old fashioned two -layered cakes that just sat on the plate,loaded with gobs of frosting and did nothing but hide a multitude of sins?

Baking used to be a simple art and any mom could pull off a masterpiece. Those days are gone forever. Baking is now a engineering feat. Only a combination of architect and construction whiz can whip up these modern day monsters,

The only reason kids attend birthday parties to start with is to check out the cake. A cake is a status symbol. Any mother who turns out a inactive cake becomes the neighborhood flop. All moms live in fear of getting dubbed with that honor.

Some mothers are non-creative. Its hard to bake something that can swim like Jaws,skate-board,or cheat at poker.

In other words, a cake you can eat. These modern day confections are hard to eat. They're far to active to eat. Plus they're doing such exciting things that you lose your appetite.

You can't blame the kids. The whole scenario makes sense. How can you expect your kid to be happy with a cake, a couple of candles and a few flowers when the one across the street can tell jokes and jump off Hoover Dam ?

I feel like I'm the only one that takes these cakes seriously. I think its a conspiracy. They are ruining our youth. I think kids are better off watching TV the looking at a cake. In one afternoon I saw the Iraq war, two earth quakes and a tsunami all acted out on the top of a sheet cake.

If that isn't enough the thought of baking a cake has been bad for my health, I spend the whole night before crying and grinding my teeth. The next morning starts out with a migraine from trying to decide which extravaganza I'm going to try and stage on the top of a cake.

I've had it! I'm not going to be shoved around by a cake. Tomorrow is my husband's birthday. I'll fight this tide and whip up a cake that will make him proud of me. I did that okay but that cake almost destroyed our marriage. You see I had this recipe for a cute little number that came out looking like a cross between Sarah Palin and Lady Gaga. Can't tell you more.... just use your imagination.

BANKRUPTED BY THE TOOTH FAIRY

How can you get bankrupted by the tooth fairy? Easy when you have four children all eager to take part in this money making scheme.

It all starts out quite innocently. The oldest child looses a tooth. Mom tells him about that magical little creature that flies from house to house leaving money in place of teeth. That tooth fairy fable soon becomes a big mistake. Someone is always loosing a tooth! Front teeth extractions are always planned for a special occasions,like the day before I have a photographer coming to take a smile photo. Back teeth come out anytine, usually the day after you pay the dentist to do a pin point filling. Thats a double whammy. The dentist gets paid, the child gets a gift for good behavior and money under his pillow to boot!

Moms go through torture for that flying demon. They sneak into their children's rooms at all hours of the night, crawling on hands and knees. They reach under pillows trying to pry open a closed fist hanging on to a tooth for dear life. He'd better because if he loosens his grip for one second one of his light fingered siblings is likely to lift the tooth to reap the financial gain. Around three a.m. Mom usually completes that mission impossible, with a few minor scrapes, a headache, a stubbed toe and a lighter wallet.

At times the fairy forgets. Oh how Moms lie to cover up. Some of my favorite lies include, "She must have fractured her wing in someone elses messy room", or else,"She called and said she had to cancel due to the Bubonic plague".

My kids were not above cheating to increast their bankrolls. My eldest left the dolls toothless, the middle one tried to leave the cat gumming her cat food to death. The youngest was the most devious. We had to post a guard at the bathroom when he learned that his grandmother's teeth came out at night.

Well tonight I'll make another suicide rum. Another fist is clenched under the pillow but I've reached the bottom. I'v refinanced the house and drained the 401K. The kids will no longer accept my IOU's. Hey kids I'm bankrupt will a stack of lottery tickets do?

CARLY FIORINA'S - HAIR

I spend about twenty five bucks a month on my hair. I think that makes me a expert on knowing what cheap hair looks like. Carly Fiorina gets the award. She seems to think Barbara Boxer looks outdated. Someone should hand that little rich girl a mirror. She looks like she borrowed a tumbleweed from George Bush and plastered it to her head with a fire hose loaded with Vitalis.

I will admit Barbara Boxer looks a little wind blown, and maybe because she has a brain the electrical activity might disturb the hair roots. I'm not sure how much,if anything Carly has going on up there.

I always thought George Bush was at his greatest when they did those photo-ops in Crawford Texas. You know the ones I mean he was always standing in front of that shack , with that rusted piece of farm equipment and a pack of attack insects were usually flying around his head . He was awesome when he kept his mouth shut. I suggest Carly should do the same.

MALE DRIVERS BUG ME

I'm bugged by male drivers. Men are all delusional. They believe every other driver on the face of the earth was placed there by the devil to tale gate them for the rest of their lives.

Men never watch the road ahead. That's because they are to busy being terrorized by that eternal driver in the rear view mirror that is poised to drive up their butts the minute they let their guard down. The only time they show any concern for what's ahead of them is when the scenery is worth gawking at. Scenery worth gawking at is tall blonde, wearing a bikini and cooking a hot dog on a stick.

Men just have to many bad habits . They need to quit driving where there aren't any lanes and blowing their horns for the fun of it,and it would be really great if they would quit using red lights to excavate their nasal passages.

I'm not for taking away male rights. I just think women have taken the rap for smashed up bumpers and caved in trunks for to long. Men should just stick to things they can handle like weed whackers,grocery carts and lawnmowers.

Men can't even navigate a parking place safely. The only parking place I've seen them in is wedged up against the door of the neighborhood Seven Eleven.

If men won't turn their licenses in voluntarily we need to coerce them off the highways. How long will they be able to tolerate intelligent driving? How long will they be able to tolerate sharing the road with all us ladies following the rules? If that doesn't work we can scare them to death by demanding they stop and ask for directions. Trust me ,death will win that battle every time. Men have their nitches in this world but driving is not one of them. Keep up the good work ladies. I know we can do it.