Happy Birthday, Dancefortwo!

[Szuchow]

Happy Birthday. May your wishes come true.

[Fireball]

Happy Birthday!

[Thumpalumpacus]

Many happy returns, hon.

[Chas]

Happy Bday, D42

[Dānu]

[Dom]

Happy birthday! 

[Dancefortwo]

Well, gee wiz everybody. Thanks so much.  Looks like I made another trip around the sun  

Funny story about my birth..... OMG, she's telling another crazy family story.   

When I was born we were living in Tahoe in a cabin on the California side of the lake but the only hospital was on the Nevada side of the lake and my parents wanted me to be born in California because I would be a 4th generation Californian which is a little unusual given the state population only took off in the 1870's after the Gold Rush.  

Anyway, my mother registred in a hospital in Sacramento, California which is about two hours away and my parents thought that would be enough time to get my mother to the hospital.   I was my mother's 8th child.

My dad was a wonderful Jimmy Stewart kind of a guy but an absent minded professor sort of man and he forgot to keep the car gassed up.  Wouldn't you know it, the car was almost on empty when in the middle of the night the labor pains started. So everyone jumps in the station wagon, my sister, about six, my two older brothers who were 10 and 11, plus a male cousin who was also 11.  The car had to get over the Donner Pass but ran out of gas, so in the dead of the night my brothers and my cousin jumped out of the car and pushed it up over Donner Pass and then my dad threw the gear into neutral and coasted as much as he could down hill until another uphill portion of the road came along.  

Meanwhile my mother is heavily into labor and my older brother keeps saying, "Oh, it'll be alright Mom."  He didn't know shit. 

This went on for a while but finally it was downhill most of the way.  We coasted into this little town called Placerville and my dad spotted a gas station but it was closed.  Someone noticed that there was a house in back of the gas station and knocked on the door and it happened to be the owner so he got out of bed and filled the car and off we went.  

I was born in the parking lot of the Sacramento hospital, but by god, I was a true California girl!      

BTW, Placerville was part of the Gold Rush mining area.  It used to be called "Dry Diggins" because the miners dug in the dirt to find the gold.

[Deesse23]

[pattylt]

Well, gee wiz everybody. Thanks so much.  Looks like I made another trip around the sun  

Funny story about my birth..... OMG, she's telling another crazy family story.   

When I was born we were living in Tahoe in a cabin on the California side of the lake but the only hospital was on the Nevada side of the lake and my parents wanted me to be born in California because I would be a 4th generation Californian which is a little unusual given the state population only took off in the 1870's after the Gold Rush.  

Anyway, my mother registred in a hospital in Sacramento, California which is about two hours away and my parents thought that would be enough time to get my mother to the hospital.   I was my mother's 8th child.

My dad was a wonderful Jimmy Stewart kind of a guy but an absent minded professor sort of man and he forgot to keep the car gassed up.  Wouldn't you know it, the car was almost on empty when in the middle of the night the labor pains started. So everyone jumps in the station wagon, my sister, about six, my two older brothers who were 10 and 11, plus a male cousin who was also 11.  The car had to get over the Donner Pass but ran out of gas, so in the dead of the night my brothers and my cousin jumped out of the car and pushed it up over Donner Pass and then my dad threw the gear into neutral and coasted as much as he could down hill until another uphill portion of the road came along.  

Meanwhile my mother is heavily into labor and my older brother keeps saying, "Oh, it'll be alright Mom."  He didn't know shit. 

This went on for a while but finally it was downhill most of the way.  We coasted into this little town called Placerville and my dad spotted a gas station but it was closed.  Someone noticed that there was a house in back of the gas station and knocked on the door and it happened to be the owner so he got out of bed and filled the car and off we went.  

I was born in the parking lot of the Sacramento hospital, but by god, I was a true California girl!      

BTW, Placerville was part of the Gold Rush mining area.  It used to be called "Dry Diggins" because the miners dug in the dirt to find the gold.

A dramatic entrance is fun!  Happy Birthday…and many more!

[adey67]

Happy birthday Dances may better than the best you wish for yourself be yours.

[Joods]

Happy womb eviction day Dancefortwo!!!

[no one]

Didn't we do this last year?

[skyking]

Yes we did, but it never gets old. Oh wait.
happy Birthday!

[Thumpalumpacus]

Well, gee wiz everybody. Thanks so much.  Looks like I made another trip around the sun  

Funny story about my birth..... OMG, she's telling another crazy family story.   

When I was born we were living in Tahoe in a cabin on the California side of the lake but the only hospital was on the Nevada side of the lake and my parents wanted me to be born in California because I would be a 4th generation Californian which is a little unusual given the state population only took off in the 1870's after the Gold Rush.  

Anyway, my mother registred in a hospital in Sacramento, California which is about two hours away and my parents thought that would be enough time to get my mother to the hospital.   I was my mother's 8th child.

My dad was a wonderful Jimmy Stewart kind of a guy but an absent minded professor sort of man and he forgot to keep the car gassed up.  Wouldn't you know it, the car was almost on empty when in the middle of the night the labor pains started. So everyone jumps in the station wagon, my sister, about six, my two older brothers who were 10 and 11, plus a male cousin who was also 11.  The car had to get over the Donner Pass but ran out of gas, so in the dead of the night my brothers and my cousin jumped out of the car and pushed it up over Donner Pass and then my dad threw the gear into neutral and coasted as much as he could down hill until another uphill portion of the road came along.  

Meanwhile my mother is heavily into labor and my older brother keeps saying, "Oh, it'll be alright Mom."  He didn't know shit. 

This went on for a while but finally it was downhill most of the way.  We coasted into this little town called Placerville and my dad spotted a gas station but it was closed.  Someone noticed that there was a house in back of the gas station and knocked on the door and it happened to be the owner so he got out of bed and filled the car and off we went.  

I was born in the parking lot of the Sacramento hospital, but by god, I was a true California girl!      

BTW, Placerville was part of the Gold Rush mining area.  It used to be called "Dry Diggins" because the miners dug in the dirt to find the gold.

These stories are why I love your posts. You really should write them up into a collection of short stories.