tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post1296283103199618640..comments2023-09-05T08:48:44.120-04:00Comments on Confessions of a Coal Miner's Granddaughter: Handing in My Mensa MembershipCoal Miner's Granddaughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14320077738770745217noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-14445096048869883852007-12-30T14:50:00.000-05:002007-12-30T14:50:00.000-05:00And you're not even blonde!And you're not even blonde!Avitablehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08541188721193079705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-46663668465465319612007-12-30T08:42:00.000-05:002007-12-30T08:42:00.000-05:00Well, I hate to say it, but I saw this coming a fe...Well, I hate to say it, but I saw this coming a few weeks ago at lunch. I mean, if you can't even figure out which soup is yours...The Ferrymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12783126440597522073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-34684940188661088342007-12-30T02:25:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:25:00.000-05:00Oh my god! As soon as I read the words "key fob" ...Oh my god! As soon as I read the words "key fob" I KNEW where this post was going. At least the car let you drive. My key fob on my Jeep is so old and decrepit that it only works on occasion. I have learned (the hard way) that if the alarm goes off, putting the key in the ignition and cranking it will NOT make it better. It will only kill the car. So then, there you sit with your key trapped in the ignition and the horn blaring. Sigh.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the laugh--I really can imagine you driving down the street. Gives me the giggles.Not Afraid to Use Ithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622378209801018927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-928940506097344102007-12-29T17:38:00.000-05:002007-12-29T17:38:00.000-05:00Geez, Heather! Did you laugh your butt off once yo...Geez, Heather! Did you laugh your butt off once you figured it all out? Sometimes I miss the kinds of car door locks we could unlock with a coat hanger if we locked ourselves out :-) <BR/><BR/>Funny Mensa story for you. <BR/><BR/>I used to work with a bunch of fellow geeks installing military medical information systems. Occasionally we would land in one of two coastal offices together, gearing up for the next release. During this time, one of our members would (no shit) wear her Mensa medallion on its blue ribbon around her neck. I found it really, really funny that I was just as good at my job without the medallion and without a college degree. Nothing against Mensa, mind you, but she was a piece of work. <BR/><BR/>There. That took your mind off of things, I'm sure. <BR/><BR/>Peace - DRiverPoethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846730934649303857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-10428408317383223702007-12-29T17:21:00.000-05:002007-12-29T17:21:00.000-05:00I'm actually more intrigued by the Mensa membershi...I'm actually more intrigued by the Mensa membership. What does that entail exactly? Are there any benefits to it? Do you guys have like regular meetings and networking functions? Are Mensa members noticably smarter than other people in conversation, or do you not notice the smartness until you get in deeper conversation with them?<BR/><BR/>I've always been curious about that club.T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09193358874119591055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974479864897892693.post-84300058752902314652007-12-29T15:34:00.000-05:002007-12-29T15:34:00.000-05:00We used to have a Camry with the alarm and door lo...We used to have a Camry with the alarm and door lock from the key fob. The battery was low one day and it wouldn't open the locks. So I told hubby to just put the key in the lock and open it. I knew it would set the alarm off, but figured once we opened the doors and started the engine it would stop the alarm. Not so. So there we sat in our car, alarm blaring, outside a restaurant with everyone staring at us like we were idiots. The car wouldn't start because it thought we were trying to steal it, I guess. I realy felt like we were Al & Peg Bundy living an episode of Married With Children. So don't feel so bad...you're not the only person to do such a silly thing! Don't call Mensa just yet. :)Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06779327970822500357noreply@blogger.com