Mensa test April 4 in Lawton
That is the headline from the Norman Transcript today.
I had absolutely no idea that there was a Society devoted to women of child bearing years much less that it required passing a test to gain entry.
I was under the impression that membership in that group was made quite apparent by the presence of varying levels of cramping, some strong enough to cause the afflicted individuals arm muscles to contract in such a way as to fling the TV remote in the direction of other individuals in the room (usually males).
Stronger indicators might include significant abdominal pain, migraine headaches, depression, emotional sensitivity, feeling bloated, changes in sex drive and nausea all within a span of 8 minutes. Significant binge eating, mostly chocolate products, occurs in a large number of the members of this Society.
The manifestations experienced vary from woman to woman within this group. Emotional disturbances associated with membership are common place and range from irritability, tiredness or"weepiness" to cruelty, psychotic plotting and the ability to rotate ones head 360° and eat chocolate covered strawberries at the same time.
Update:
After actually reading the article attached to the headline further research it appears that when they wrote the word Mensa they truly meant Mensa not menses as I had mistakenly read.....
Regardless of their intended meaning it appears that there is no need for me to show up for the testing.....
Funnily enough, I found your blog while reading the comments section over at the Raising Stink blog. Secure in the knowledge that my comment here will not lead to you eating freezer-burned Eggo's in your unders, I just want to tell you that I find your blog hilarious. 'Nuf said.
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Do you have issues with "loud" or "angry" sounding voices.....?
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I am glad you brought the women thing Randy, it seems I recall a late evening walk, eyes following lights pouring out on the lawns as if ones home life was on stage. Quiet time suddenly mixed itself with chatting of furry four legged kids their tails like lassos wanting the woman's full attention.
She seemed to have a deeper voice than most women, her body crouched down, one arm out the other holding a book on menses and a box of kotex. Almost falling forward she came alive standing while spinning around, her eyes locked with mine. That was no woman in a dress, it was Randy and now I know why your position on women and times of their life are so clear and at times correct. In your day to day living you are one smart woman while other days temperamental, but at all times modest about your brilliance.
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