I usually stick to recipes here, but I decided to change it up a little today. I've been trying to change my email address on a site I belong to, but they insist I answer my security question before they'll let me. The only problem is....I don't remember setting a security question and none of my answers are working. I emailed them letting them know and got this reply:
"Thank you for your email and I apologize for the distress you may be
experiencing with answering your security question correctly. I too can
sometimes have a brain fart and forget the answer to my security
question too. You may answer your security question an unlimited number
of times until you answer it correctly. Below I have provided the
question you chose at signup again.
What was your first car?"
Pretty sure I wasn't having a "brain fart", even though I thoroughly enjoyed the term. To try and convince them of my unusual ability to remember anything (strange how kids can make you forget anything and everything...), I sent them this reply. Enjoy the history of my vehicles. :)
"Is there a way to reset my security question? I've put in so many
different answers I now have carpel tunnel in my wrist. My very first
vehicle what a 1979 Chevy Luv. It was rad! The horn didn't work so my
brother (who is an electrician) rigged up 2 door bell buttons on my
dash for my horn. The first was the sound of the horn, the second was a
siren that sounded quite similar to a police siren. I had many fun
times driving down Main with my siren horn going off. I lovingly
nick-named it 45. That's because 45 mph was as fast as it would go.
Down hill. I think my dad did that on purpose.... It was black with
great big bright orange and yellow stripes down the side and a big 4x4
at the rear. Like I said, it was rad! That answer didn't work. The
make and model combined or separate.
My next vehicle was my brothers
Camaro. It was a very cool blue IrocZ T top. Another very rad car. It
liked to over heat when I drove around town, so I could only drive on
the freeway, or directly to my destination. The guys liked it though,
and I would have loved to be able to cruise around in it more to find
the hotties. Once again, neither make and model together or separate
worked for me.
My next car was the bomb! It was my very first car that
I purchased for myself. It was a 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was
white with pink and purple pin-striping down the sides. I referred to
my baby as sexy. I even got a customized license plate cover that said
"I'm not spoiled, I'm a princess". The guys really liked this car as
well. My guy friends would bribe me to let them use it for their
dates. I could usually get a tank of gas out of them. Jake's bribes
were always the best. He would fill the tank, then wash, wax and detail
my sexy baby. Jake was rad! And then there was Mike. He borrowed my
car for a date and said he felt cool. WAY cool driving it. Until he
was pulled up at a stop light and car full of girls pulled up next to
him. Then he remembered the license plate cover said "I'm not spoiled,
I'm a princess". He said the cool feeling instantly obliterated and all
he could do was sink down in the seat and hope they didn't think he was
gay. My sexy baby was fast too. I somehow got pulled over 2 times
going WAY over the speed limit (read: 100 mph+ yikes!!) and also somehow
got off both times. I guess a cute young thing batting her eyelashes
really does work. And yet again, the make and model together and
separate didn't do the trick.
Fast forward a few years (with the 2 cars
in between entered with no success either) to the first vehicle my
husband and I bought. It was a brand new Dodge mini-van. It was silver
and awesomely cool. It was the best road tripping vehicle you could
get. Very comfy! It had all the bells and whistles and was paid off
before we had it for 6 months. It was my baby and I took immaculate
care of it. It was silver and I always thought it looked pretty.
Almost like it was smiling at me. It lovingly carried 3 of my babies
home from the hospital. My sister teased me when I bought it. She
called me a soccer mom. She wasn't being mean and I didn't care. Love
my van! I had that one until the first part of this year when we were
involved in a car accident and my poor baby was totaled. We replaced it
with the exact same thing. Except it was gold. It reminds me of
vomit. Not my color. It washes me out. And did I mention the previous
owners didn't love on their baby the way I did on mine? We got it
through an auction and I soon realized it was the ghetto version of what
I had. Either that, or the owners were ghetto. Maybe both. And once
again, I entered both make and model combined and separate to no avail.
The hubs says he's planning on getting me a new mini van (cause I like
minis) the first part of the year. If I still don't have the security
answer resolved by then, I'll try the new cars make and model, just in
case I was having future visions when I (presumably) answered my
security question."
