{friday funny}

For my yearly family birthday dinner Mom dug out my baby book.  She's done this in years past, however I've always seemed to miss this 'fun' milestone, until now.
Many of you know I was a bit of a passer outer (pretty sure those aren't words - whatever) growing up.  I discovered back on November 29, 1979, at the ripe age of 10 1/2 months - through a blood test doctors learned I was a bit anemic.
Flash forward to four years and nine months old, Mom writes..."I was curling your hair in the bathroom, getting ready for church.  You complained of your stomach hurting, thinking you were just hungry.  Suddenly you groaned, fell forward hitting your mouth on the sink.  You turned white, your eyes rolled back and you passed out.  Never knew why."

There are two things about this that are down right amazing to me:

1. "Never knew why." WHAT!?!?!?  That's it??  End of story, you never knew why as in never took me to the doctor to figure out what happened, why your almost five year old passed out before your eyes??  I was barely five for the love of all that's good and right!!!  Levi is five.  I would have been on the phone with 911 in a hot second!  We all enjoyed giving Mom a good razing for that the other night.  Pretty sure she'll never live that down.  Love you Mom.

2.  I remember this incident vividly.  I always thought I was at least 10 years old when this occurred, I remember it so well. We lived in Sequim.  I remember telling Mom over and over how hungry I was, while she insisted she was almost done curling my hair.  I remember going down mid sentence, cutting my lip.  Waking up to Mom & Dad over me while I lay on their water bed.  I always wondered what my earliest memory was.  Seems rather impressive for barely five years old.  Then again, it was a bit traumatic.  Huh, I guess we'll never know why..... ;)

P.S. for the record I passed out every now and then up through high school.  One of those incidents causing quite the stir.  That being while I was working at Drug Emporium, as a beauty advisor no less (yes I'm laughing at myself as I write this) I told my boss a few times I didn't feel well and needed to go home.  She wouldn't let me.  So down I went, mid sentence with her, taking out the swisper cotton rounds display with me.  I awoke to paramedics over me in the beauty department of Drug Emporium.  Lovely.

Me (on the right) and my bestie.  My guess is I'm about five here.