Early in the morning of March 5, 1960, my Mother postponed breakfast...at my insistence...and she, and my Father, went to the Hospital where I made my Grand Entrance into the world at exactly 8:33am.
I officially weighed in at 7lbs 1 ounce, and 20 inches long.
NO, NO, NO! That's 20 in., head to toe, not, um, well, gee, get such thoughts out of your head...hee, hee! ;-D
30 minutes later I was ready for my close-up...and had my Official Mug Shot taken. ;-D
By the time I was ready to go home the hospital gave my parents my first official document of record, a hospital Birth Certificate that, though not the Official Doc, according to the info on the back is still good for proving parentage, age, and identity, for such events as...
1. Entering School.
2. Beginning employment, & securing wroking papers.
3. Voting rights, and jury duty.
4. Proving citizenship.
5. Military service.
6. Obtaining passports for travel in foreign countries.
7. Life insurance, and annuities.
8. Social Security, and Old Age.
9. Proving right to inherit property.
As for my Official Birth Certificate...
It was filed by the County Recorder, one Ray E. Lee, on April Fool's Day, 1960. ;-D
I laughed my ass off when I first learned of this little detail.
Considering my peculiar sense of humor, and my poetic, and creative writing, talents...I find this very much appropriate. ;-D
As the months went by I settled into a regular routine...eating, drinking, burping, pissing, crapping, crying, sleeping...not neccessarily in that order, or at regularly scheduled times approved by Mom, and Dad. ;-D
By 5 months of age I was interested in something to drink considerably stronger, and less healthy for my delicate palate, than Mother's Milk, or Formula. ;-D
I was also fast developing into a Couch Potato, becoming fascinated by the programming found on the early Boob Tube Networks. ;-D
I was also deemed eligible for a driver's license.
At 6 months I was showing signs of becoming your typical male...sitting around, in the privacy of my home, in nothing but my underwear. ;-D
It was at this time, and no doubt because of the above behaviors, that my parents decided I needed a little religion in my life. ;-D
At 6 months I was officially baptised into the Eastern Orthodox Religion, by the Reverend Haplonov, and my parents friends Nick, and Frances Dieduch, became my Godparents.
Did it take?
Well, you be the judge.
While I still sat around the house in my underwear, by the end of the month I was at least wearing a T-shirt, and...
50 years later, I still loaf around the house in my underwear, and still do so wearing a T-shirt. ;-D
It's been a long, complicated, journey, this life of mine.
Through good times, and bad, I've perservered, and become a better person, with a better life, than I was, and had, 12 years ago.
From working for 17 years (1984-2001) for an Independent Bookstore Chain in the Pomona Valley, working my way up to spend the last 11 of those years as a Store Manager, making around $7 an hour, to where I am now working, since 2004, as a Directory Assistance Operator for a prominent Wireless Phone company, making almost $15 an hour, and publishing 2 other blogs besides this one...
The Cycling Dude, and the popular Meowsings of an Opinionated Pussycat (Actually Nikita is the writer...I just provide the pictures, and video assisitance. ;-D).
What does the future hold?
Will I make other career, and life, changes?
Will there be another generation of my blood, in America, carrying the proud name of Kundurazieff?
I do not know.
I'm not the most religious person on the planet, but the words of my Mother, and our old friend, my adopted Grandma, Leona, seem appropriate...
It's all in God's Hands...
Happy belated birthdays to both you and Nikita!
Posted by: PDX pride | March 08, 2010 at 02:44 AM
Indeed, it's in His hands.
But you're the marker on the game board. :)
Posted by: Leslie Mehana | March 08, 2010 at 08:58 PM
A very belated Happy Birthday, I'm slow getting here.
Me bad.
I see the resemblance to your baby pictures. :)
Gee, store managers didn't make much.
At least you're making a little more now.
Posted by: Mog | March 11, 2010 at 11:54 PM
I loved this! Very sentimental.
Your middle name is Giorgio?
That's amazing that you still have your baby photos.
You preserve things beautifully.
Posted by: Amanda Socci | December 01, 2012 at 07:41 PM
Yes, it is, Amanda. :-D
Tradition is that 1st son is named after his Dad.
Dad was born "Gorge"...Americanized to Giorgio, or George. :-D
Posted by: kiril kundurazieff | December 01, 2012 at 11:38 PM