Welcome to Born Chaos!
Some people create chaos.
Some of us are born chaos.
This site is anecdotes throughout my life provided to me in family stories, and through my own memories. Base events are factual; though imagination may be added to make the stories more humorous for readers.
This image - which I generated using Perchance - represents growing up in a very large family, as I had the privilege to do. It allowed me the opportunity of growth, learning, and challenging the world. Though, perhaps, I may have been a bit too much for my parents and siblings.
It All Began Before I Was Born
My mother fell through the ice on the creek, the month before I was born. I swear she did it on purpose to provide herself, my father, and my older siblings with one final, peaceful family Christmas. It was as if they sensed chaos was on the way in me. The lone girl in the mist of their line-up of boys. They got even, though, blessed me with a boy's name.
Just as I was regaining my warm private womb with flotation included, That-Doctor had other ideas.
Then, there was 'The Battle Of The Birth' with That-Doctor.
The Battle Of The Birth
Just as I was getting comfy and reacquainted with my warm flotation environment,
That-Doctor, decided to start a battle with me.
He decided to take his 'vice-grip' clamps and fight me.
He knew I couldn't stay comfy while he was imprinting, what he thought was,
his Victory sign in the middle of my forehead.
The deep red imprint from the clamps, that only appears when I am upset or excited.
Nobody knows the torture of siblings teasing just to bring out That-Doctor's Victory sign.
Time Reframed Everything
However, I realized, within the past few months is that it is not his victory sign at all.
It is my inter-galactic communication method, my UFO Welcome Signal.
With the world in such chaos the past several years, I am stressed more often,
and it is appearing much more often. Thus, this is the reason for more noticeable UFO activity.
Coincidence? I think not!
Now all I need to do is stay under the radar of Santa, Rudolph and his nose,
or I may find myself propped up on the back-end of the sleigh to provide backup glow.
Note: "I am just awaiting Karma's Kiss when I get to deliver That Doctor and
his team from that gripping day. While we were battling, I took names!
They will be gifted with colorful ears, that flash louder than the traffic lights, and perhaps with a few extra colors."
About the Author
Growing up in a large, lively family, I was the child most often greeted with a weary but affectionate, "You, again! Of course!" As the lone girl among a lineup of brothers, I somehow managed to out-chaos all of them combined. These stories are the dust clouds I stirred up, unearthed, polished with humor, and shared with anyone who enjoys a little well-intentioned mayhem.