Happy Birthday to ME

I am 32 years old. Well...actually 10:28 am I will be 32.

I keep repeating "Wow, how did that happen?"

I will not go into how I am not the person I thought I would be at this age. My life in 2008 is not what I wanted but it is what I needed and I am thankful to reach 32 years in this world. And to learn the lessons that I am learning.

The 1st picture is the Tornado that struck while my Mommie was pushing me out!!! That was their warning of what was to come. I have been that since. My Mommie loves to tell the story that she thought that the Doc was going to break my back because I would not cry nor breath when I popped out. SHE said I had a face of "I am not breathing until I am ready...and I am not ready!" I am the same way at 32. I despise people telling me what I should do or giving me direction. It is a pet peeve of mine. Only deal with it when you are giving me money and you are lucky then!

I have not changed since May 28, 1976...facial or personality. I believe I was made good but life and experiences changed me for the worse. I say this because up until I was 5 I remember a good life.

My first memory of my life was around 3. And I know many will not believe it but it is true. I was sitting in my highchair at Billups Street in the dining room and I could look into the kitchen I saw that Mom was frying BACON!!! And I distinctly remember thinking "I am going to eat some bacon!" Back then I was a pig. I ate everything! Mom can confirm this. My Doc put me on cereal with my bottle at 5 weeks or so because Mom could not sleep because I ate every hour. (Such a shame because now I only eat once a day or so.) That bacon was SOOOOOO good.

My nickname growing up was TV/VCR. Because I could remember everything and repeat it verbatim. (Many of my cousins fell victim to the switch.) I am still the same way. Don't lie because I will catch you.

Now I put on the mask...