Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


So it was 28 years ago tonight

That my 9 month pregnant mother was at the Clearfield Fair. My dad was out on a run, I believe, so she went with her mum instead. She'd just gotten home from seeing the sights, and wasn't feeling so hot. (We'll blame it on a bad corn dog, which would explain oh, so many things.) And then? Her water broke.

This is where things get a little hazy in the retelling. I know my dad somehow did manage to either get her to, or meet her at the hospital (somewhere, a panicked call to my Grammy was made) and at 6:36 AM on August 5, I made my way into the world. Apparently, I was slightly yellowish, but not wrinkly and screaming, according to family legend.

So thanks Maa and Paa for... well... you know. (And as far as I'm concerned, Odie was concieved by divine intervention or something.) And Maa should be nominated for sainthood for being preggers during the absolute HOTTEST time of year. I'm ready to die, and I don't have someone living IN me.


Blogger parcequilfaut said...


I wonder how we managed to get born 11 days apart. Must be the whole "alien" thing.

Many felicitations! Drink a cold one for me.

4:25 AM  
Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Man, that must have been a crappy delivery! Eleven days long? That sucks! Poor Elvis...

Happy b'day, Sauce! Blog readers around the world are celebrating this momentous occasion.

3:41 PM  
Blogger Steph said...

awwwwwwwww, my little Sauce is all growed up!

Happy B'day Sauce!

1:31 AM  

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