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March 5, 2010 - Grand Rapids, Michigan Facing Fifty. Fun Facts From the Life of Fuzzy So yeah, I just got a little heavy-handed with the alliteration, but give a girl a break, I've got to have some fun with the impending anniversary of the first half-century of my life on earth. That life began on March 10, 1960 in the middle of "the snowstorm of the decade" in Atlanta Georgia. I've always wondered how they knew it was the snowstorm of the decade since the decade had just started but I'm assuming they based it on an arbitrary 10 years and not necessarily "the 60s." As I was her first grandchild, my Granny relished telling about how Mom and Dad had to drive at a snail's pace on treacherous snow covered roads to her house after Mom went into labor. My Granny was a nurse and evidently Mom had worked it out with her ahead of time to stop by her house on the way to the hospital to have all the pre-delivery prep work done. And by this, I mean I was born in the dark ages when they used to shave a woman from A to Utmost in order to avoid any sort of nasty contamination during birth. I suppose Mom didn't want to be shaved by a stranger so she had her mother do it. I assume Granny did all the necessary preparations, I never heard otherwise and then she accompanied Mom and Dad to St. Joseph's Hospital. The hospital has since been relocated and the spot where I was born is actually a big underpass on I-75/85 that runs under MARTA tracks. Every time I pass that way I look for the big bronze marker that says, "Cindy Foster Grace Was Born Here" but knowing how slowly bureaucrats tend to move, I doubt they'll ever get around to putting one up. Kidding aside, Granny also enjoyed telling everyone just how cramped the waiting room was, just how stiff and uncomfortable the chairs were and how I took my sweet time making my appearance into this world. That is the story of my birth from my Granny and my Dad's perspective. Dad had to sit in the waiting room as well since once again we're talking about the dark ages and fathers weren't allowed in the delivery room. Mom had quite another story to tell. For one thing, she was on drugs. They gave her a concoction known as "twilight sleep" and even though you weren't fully anesthetized, you were pretty much out of it. I often surmise that my Mom must have been a fun drunk. Her one distinct memory of the whole affair was telling the obstetrician that he had the ugliest neck she'd ever seen. She also remembered me being breach. This should come as no surprise to anyone since I've spent most of my life doing things ass backwards. I think they turned me before I was born so I was actually delivered head first, but obviously if I'd had my way, I'd have greeted the world with a full moon. I miss my Mom and my Granny every day, but I miss them especially around festive occasions and during family gatherings. Both had a gift for story telling and it has fallen to me now to continue that story telling tradition. So in their memory, I am doing this, starting with the story of my birth that was recounted every March and during every southern snow storm. Cindy Grace is a 21 year old fun loving girl trapped in the body of a 49 year old (50 tomorrow) woman. She's a freelance writer and feels blessed to have such a wonderful family and friends and to have all of the opportunities I've been given. God is good. Visit her blogsite here. Follow her on twitter on @fuzzyredrobe. She is having a birthday party this weekend, Marh 6th at the Corner Bar in Rockford. If you bring non-perishable food items for North Kent Service Center to the party you will receive a voucher for a free "Fuzzy Red Robe." There is a suggested $10 donation at the door. $20 family maximum. The money will go to help the HELP! Campaign fund their philanthropic events. The $10 gets you into the premier social event for the "I'm turning 50 crowd," but it also gets you a raffle ticket for one of the many cool prizes on hand, live music, access to the Corner Bar's Fuzzy Red Robe pajama party buffet and drink specials including reduced prices on Killian's Red and of course a Fuzzy Red Robe. Additional raffle tickets may be purchased for $1 each and all of this money goes directly to the HELP! Campaign. Just to keep things interesting, Fuzzy is requesting that everyone "robe up" with her. She doesn't want to be the only "fuzzy" one at the event even though she's pretty sure that by the end of the evening there will be one or two people who are a little more than fuzzy. You don't even have to be a friend of Fuzzy to attend. Fuzzy likes everyone and she says, "The more the merrier. I want to party with as many people as I can before I break a hip or something." If you are interested in blogging for the "Diary", please email us at: grandrapidssocialdiary@gmail.com Are you in? "Cindy being Cindy" ~ photography by Michael Buck 
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