Today marks yet another complete revolution around that burning ball of fusion called the sun for me. I’ve gone around now 28 times since escaping my mom early. Liberated by a doctor 6 and a half weeks premature. I was liberated at 19 inches and 4lbs 1oz.
Notice my moms lack of a wedding band. That was my fault she swelled up like a balloon and went into the hospital December 7th. A date that will live in infamy because she calls me then and asked what happened X years ago. She remembers to call me on the day she went into the hospital to tell me about the two long weeks she had. Birthday, no call, she did already with the call on the 7th.
As you can see, my dad just dwarfed me in size. I know I have pictures somewhere but I have no clue where of me and him standing next to each other after I grew up. As you can see below, I made up for lost time.
Note I’m not even fully standing up straight. There was no question I was my fathers son since I was a spitting image in height and build. Seriously a friend had to do a double take when I had a full beard after the accident. She thought my dad came back from the dead. One of these day’s, if I find the pictures, I’ll post our grade school pictures side by side and make you guess who is who.
TMM is the owner, editor, and principal author at The Minuteman, a competitive shooter, and staff member for Boomershoot. Even in his free time he’s merging his love and knowledge of computers and technology with his love of firearms.
Many know his private name and information however due to the current political climate, many are distancing themselves due to the abandonment of Due Process.
Happy birthday! And give a couple of extra smooches to that lovely bride of yours.
Thanks guys. Appreciated.