Yes, I am shamelessly stating that today is my birthday. And as such, I will be partying it up with my family somewhere in the foothills. If I feel so inclined and the pictures don't turn out too mortifying. I will share them.
But for today - it's my Birthday Bitches....
And just to tell you how special I am, the exact minute that I was born an explosion rocked the hospital so hard that the operating room went dark, the doctor was holding me in his hands and was unable to see until the emergency generator kicked on and they whisked me away. Poor Mommy, first baby, only 19 years old, emergency C-section that ends up with your baby being born amid explosions and you can't even see her.
So if you wonder why my personality is so explosive.....here you go......
From the news wire:
On that fateful day April 28, 1973, a 103 car train, 21 of which contained bombs en route to the Concord Naval Weapons Station arrived at the Antelope receiving yards in Roseville, Ca at 6:30 a.m. Loaded with about 300 bombs per car, or 7,000 total. At 8:04 a.m., the bombs started exploding after a boxcar caught fire. The massive explosions created huge plumes of smoke, destroying building, mangled rail sections and left huge craters in the ground. The explosions caused damage to 5500 buildings up to 6,800 feet (2,070 miles) away. The cause of the initial car fire has never been determined.
Sources: Wikipedia and the Auburn Journal Historical Section.
My birth certificate cites the time of my birth at 8:04 a.m.