Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
There are a couple of things that my mother had to say about my birth. For one thing, it was a long and hard labor and she knew right then and there I was going to be a problem. For another, Grandmom was 23 when she had my mother and she was 23 when she had me [and I was 23 when I had Tom but it stops there]. And last, my mother had always told me that I missed April Fool's Day by five minutes -- I always was a bit proud of the fact that I had enough sense not to be born on the 1st. Then, in the brief time she was living with me, she snapped out that I was born five minutes after noon, which would've changed my astrological calculations considerably! Now she could've been having one of her episodes or just wanted to be nasty, but now I had some doubt. So, I finally decide to send off to the Department of Vital Statistics and get a copy of my birth certificate.
It came today
Says I was born 11:55 PM on April 2nd.
Says my mother was 22 [altho she would've been 23 later that same year]
Oh well, the degrees change but the chart pretty much remains the same. But I barely made it on Palm Sunday -- maybe that is why I wasn't ever a "Sunday's Child"
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