This time at Bacon’s SHOW&TELL we have a special topic… the day we were born… I can’t remember that day and my dad feels the same, so I tell you the story about the day my momma was born…

… it was a special day, because all things went wrong… what else…

It started on a sunday, where my heavily pregnant granny was at home with her pawrents and my grampy had to stay at the barracks, because they were in alert and my grampy was a cadet that time. So granny had lunch with their pawrents where she ate like a horse… or better… like an elephant. Her mom warned her not to eat a truckload of that butter cream cake they had for dessert, butt my granny was just about 19 years old, still a stubborn teenager and said: who cares, I’m fat anyway, so hand over the rest of that cake… and all that foodables  landed in her tummy…


The day before my granny’s pawrents got a giant pile of coal and while they brought that coal in, my granny sweeped away the dirt and the crumbs  . That’s a dirty job, you look like a coalminer within minutes and after my granny was as dirty as a wild boar, she suddenly got labors and because she is not really a Drama Queen, butt a Drama Countess she screamed like an air raid siren and claimed for a ride to the hospital immediately. Their neighbor was so kind to drive the granny  to the hospital and there the mischief started….

First they brought my coalminer granny to the bathtub, to see who she is. Then they decided that she needs a clyster because it isn’t good to enter the delivery room like a well filled fridge…. and there the misadventure of my poor momma started…

The granny spent 87 hours at the ladies booth to dump all the food… and that was the reason that my granny didn’t became a sundays child like planned and expected… she entered this slice earth at 0:37 pm and became a MOANDAY BRAT. And there we have it and you know why things are like they are in my crib…


My grampy got the information that he is a dad now, butt he couldn’t leave the barracks…. butt  his commander said, ok buzz off, butt be back within an hour…

The grampy had a motorbike and rushed to the hospital in his combat suit.  They showed him my momma and he said: uh, it looks like an ole grumpy man… or a wrinkled prune… is that normal?


2 any similiarities are pure coincidental…just saying…

He survived the sh*tstorm of the delivery nurse and my granny, butt with  a super bad conscience… and that was the reason that he said yes, as my granny demanded he should bring her home if he is anyway there, so she can spare the taxi cab…

Butt as they left the hospital, he noticed TWO things: the hour was over and it could lead to wagging tongues to transport  a new mom and a wrinkled prune on a motorbike. So he borrowed the car of granny’s uncle Walt: a GOGGO with ginormous 12.8 HP,  it was a coupè and screaming red…


The grampy delivered the granny and the wrinkled prune to her pawrents, grabbed some tomatoes he saw on the table what he placed in his helmet and because the time was high he rushed to the barracks… and there he got the shock of the day…. all were gone… marched out to a field day… what the french toast…

The two guys on the gate what were conscripts laughed and said that my grampy is as deep in the bucket as somewhat… but they felt sorry with my grampy and told him what drill ground they use this time.

And so cadet grampy and the screaming red GoGGo were on the way to  battle drill.

They came too late ( 12.8 HP) and maybe it had ended well, if my grampy hasn’t parked the screaming red ride between all that tanks and military equipment…. but he did and was seen by a guy with much gongs efurrywhere as he meandered around on the way to his buddies… The guy stopped my grampy and asked him if he thinks that’s the adventure club with custom arrival and why to all darned hells he wears his helmet not on his empty nut but on his arm like a pitiful handbag… or is there  soup in that helmet? The grampy said no, tomatoes… that was the truth but told at the wrong time and so the new dad of the wrinkled prune spend the time not at the drill ground but alone in a booth and instead of a helmet full of tomatoes he got  a truckload of trouble and the promise that his career is a fart in the wind.  Butt the god of the dried plums or the one of the tomatoes must be with him that time, that he got his appointment some weeks later without problems. And after a while even uncle Walt started to talk with him again, because he was as sore as 87 lemons as he had to pick up the GoGGo in the middle of nowhere… and all that because of  butter cream cake…


About easyweimaraner

Weimaraner /Braque de Weimar, born in 2009, male & fabulous From: Britanny / France Likes: Plushtoy-Shredding, Spikebones,long distance Walks, everyday a Gift, Chicken, Shoes, Underwear, my squeekie Pig & my whole Life Dislikes: Water, Cats, Beaf, Cats, cleaning my Ears, Cats, the Vet, Cats, Snow & CATS! Profession: Student of psychological War-technics & Terrorism, after my Masterdegree i become to rule the world or maybe to be the owner of toys r us. actually i'm not sure... Status: Single Pets: Hell, NO! i prefer a petfree home. but owner of two slaves for my comfy Misc.: Greencardowner for Masterbed, Master of Beggin, Prince of Thiefs We decided to leave Easy's datas as they were... although we lost him in november 2016, he is still with us.... and his little brothers Phenny and Nelly promised to write on not as Easy the weim, but as easy Weimaraner... About us: Mr. Phoenix, born 9/9/2016 a virgo and always clever&smart...Neilson, born 7/28/2017 a leo who thinks he is clever&smart...

48 responses »

  1. The comedy of errors that started the best comedienne of errors 😀

  2. Mrs P says:

    Hahahahahahaha soooo amusing 🙂

  3. fozziemum says:

    Bwhahaa well Easy..mum was certainly born of comedy..and so it goes…seems that you were destined to be the adopted child in a long line of comedic entrepeneurs hahha..bravo to Granny and Grampy as they are a tough act to follow 🙂 loves Fozziemum xxxx

  4. OMD you just crack us up Easy and you never fail to deliver. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
    Best wishes Molly

  5. DailyMusings says:

    What an amazing story! You have humor and adventure in your genes! What a sweet face in those baby photos too 😀

  6. WOW……what a tail – oops TALE – that is…….Buttercream cake must be a VERY dangerous substance to cause all that trouble as well as bring about a delay in the deliverance of the wrinkled prune that turned into your most beautiful Mom! That story seems to show a TREND towards living on the edge of doom which your Mom and Dad have followed into adulthood though – this is why there’s NEVER a dull moment in your crib!!!!

    Hugs, Sammy

  7. kolytyi says:

    Easy, are you sure that it wasn’t a CHEESECAKE? BOL!!!!!!

  8. Midwestern Plant Girl says:

    Oh boy! Glad everyone survived that crazy day! 😀

  9. cecilia07 says:

    Mol mol mol easy happy bday to your sweet mom! OMDs what a dramatic entrance into the world! An event to remember and celebrate!
    Madi your bfff

  10. Goose says:

    I see your miss adventures started early. At least the red GoGGo did not get blowed up.

  11. Reilly & Denny says:

    No wonder your Mom has had a crazy life – she had a crazy beginning

  12. PigLove says:

    Snorts and rolling with laughter. I love it brother. And your mom has NOT slowed down one single bit. That’s great!! XOXO – Bacon

  13. Butter cream cake is the bestest and so is this story of your Mom being born! Your Mom is so cute in the picture and she is giving the thumbs up… Ha!

  14. What a great story Easy and lucky for you your mom was born huh!

  15. That was awesome I loved it! Your mom was a very adorable child! Thanks for the great memories.

  16. raisingdaisy says:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You’re a riot!!! 😀 😀 😀

  17. stella rose says:

    Oh we loved this story…..so your mom’s whole life is written in the stars so to speak. stella rose

  18. Novroz says:

    Hahahah now I know where your comic side comes from 😉

  19. Of course a yelping Countess. (and one cute little baby!)

  20. You sure can tell a good story Easy! So if granny had just eaten veggies instead . . .

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  21. Kismet says:

    Did that car have to be pushed up hills? We rented a vehicle in the British Virgin Islands that did and the hills aren’t that steep.

  22. Will and Eko says:

    Ahh, it’s all starting to make sense now that I know how the story started.

  23. saymber says:

    Times don’t change much do they when it comes to arriving babies lol! What a story – thanks for sharing it and Granny was sure a cutey pie!

  24. What a legacy to be born into and explains a lot of your mom’s destiny of adventure. I love the cultural differences. No American man would be foodie enough to take tomatoes back to the barracks. And I LOVE that sporty tomato car. Never heard of it. Thank goodness the dad didn’t try to balance mom and baby on the bike!

  25. Frankie and Ernie says:

    SO this is how your mom Arrived at the state that she seems to always find herself in.
    It explains a LOT… BaaaaaWaaaah. Easy you should write a BOOK … Your mom has supplied you with SO much WONDERFUL material!!!

  26. All babies look like wrinkled prunes, but it is best not to tell the parents who are beaming with prune pride! LOL!

  27. Bwwaaahahahaha !! LMAO!!! Even yourMum’s birth was hysterical…no wonder you have so many good times in your crib Easy.

  28. catfromhell says:

    Tee Hee!!! Is your Mommy and My Mommy twins from another Mother? My Mommy\s Mommy was 19 too and they too had a eventful story. But yous tells it way better!

  29. That is quite a story…lol.

  30. DezizWorld says:

    OMC Easy weez just not know what to say. Only you kuld make da stowry of yous mommys birff be funny. Weez glad she made it so she kuld adopt you and y’all kuld be ow furiends.

    Luv ya’

    Dezi and Lexi

  31. Shiva & Jaya says:

    Purrime Ministerettes is flabbergasted

  32. All because of a butter cream cake. Love it.

    –Wags (and purrs) from Life with Dogs and Cats

  33. YAM says:

    Hari OM
    Monday’s child is fair of face… lacking Tuesday’s grace. That’s why hell-bones get cracked…hehehehe – loved how you told this one Easy. She turned out all right – after all, she took you in!!! Blessings hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

  34. We are just leaving another comment to test if our email change worked (and it did). We USED to be q.com on all the WordPress stuff so now we updated it.

  35. What a start to your momma’s life!!!!! We agree, you should write a book
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel

  36. Emmadog says:

    As always, a collection of calamities 🙂

  37. dogdaz says:

    Happy birth day. Great tale of mischief

  38. Wishing your mum a great birthday.

  39. Hawk aka BrownDog says:

    Hi Y’all!

    Oh BOL!!! Hysterical now, not so much for your grampy then.

    Y’all come on by,
    Hawk aka BrownDog

  40. susieandsidebite says:

    Barharhar…sounds like your Mom learn her trade from some awesome parents, now we understand your troubles!

    The Mad Scots

  41. dorysbackyard says:

    OMD…we just love hearing stories about your Mama’s childhood!!!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

  42. BOL!! That is quite a story!!
    Wally & Sammy

  43. Misaki says:

    Love the new look of your bloggy xx

  44. Crikey Easy ……. way too funny, mate!! Most people would think that was all made up but somehow I just know it’s all true. Too, too funny!!

  45. I think we will always think of your blog and your Momma anytime we see a wrinkled prune.

  46. Jan K says:

    This explains a lot. BOL

  47. gentlestitches says:

    HaHa! Too funny! 😀

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