… and had that kind of body
… and was at Niagara Falls
… and possibly was stoned

… and really had to pee

My mother has always been very interested in genealogy. So interested, in fact, that she has her side of the family tree researched back to the 1500s, when my great-great-great whatevers were whooping it up in France with old Louis (no relation). My father’s side of the family, however, has always been somewhat of a dark horse. My grandparents (dad’s parents) could each remember their parents’ names, but not their grandparents (according to my grandma, “Well, I always called them granny and grandda! I never knew their first names!”).

Enter the Internet. My parents have had a computer and access to the Internet for about five years now and in that time Mom has made it her mission to find out more about Dad’s family tree. So for five years now, she’s been researching, emailing, poking around on Census websites, and coming up against dead end after dead end.

That is, until this past weekend. Somehow she found a website she’d never seen before– that of the ancient seat of our clan (yeah, Scottish, go figure). On a whim, not thinking anything of it, she sent off an email to the webmaster saying “Listen, I doubt that you can be of any help to me whatsoever but just in case…” and then forgot about it. My parents spent the night away last night (they were babysitting my brother’s boys, so that bro and his wife could have a night away for their anniversary). When she checked her email this morning, there was a response from the Canadian representative of the clan, saying “Hey! We’ve been wondering what happened to X and X (my grandparents– I’m just not putting the names up here because they’re both pretty identifiable and I don’t want my aunts and uncles finding me on some random google search); here you go!” and there she had the family tree going as far back as the 1600s.

I wonder what she’s going to do with her time now?

Oh, and after the break, a little treat for the ladies.
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Nelly Furtado equates being a feminist with hating men.

Uhm, what?
Yes I know that I don’t really write about “political” things on this blog all that often but seriously?

I HATE that people think feminism is about thinking women are better, men are scum, and everyone should give up shaving their legs. The whole “feminazi” thing. THAT IS NOT IT. Or at least, it’s not to me and millions of other intelligent women out there. To me, if you believe that men and women should be treated equally, women shouldn’t feel inferior, (neither, by the way, should men) and everyone should support everyone else regardless of their gender, then you are a feminist. If you want to shave your legs? Great, here’s a razor. If you want to let them grow all hairy and rub patchouli all over them? Here, borrow my comb! Men? Love ‘em. Women? Great stuff!
Call it equalism if you want. What the fuck ever. But the stupid “oh feminists hate men” schtick is just way, way too old.

Rob’s quote: “Sometimes, some celebrities shouldn’t be allowed to actually talk in the public until they actually know what they’re talking about”.

I know, I know. But it makes me mad that it’s only three hours away! But it’s stuck in the customs I think!

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I’m still trying to figure out the Wedding Hair.

Wee!

… that if Cyndi Lauper is ever looking for a new best friend, I’m right here.

The shopping yesterday? The shopping that was for the buttons? Ended up lasting from 10 am to 8 pm. We didn’t purchase buttons. The shopping, it included a disagreement which spanned five hours. The disagreement? About soup.

My thought was no. Mom’s thought was “but it’s the proper thing to do!”

The disagreement was finally solved by the suggestion that she pay for the drycleaning of peoples’ clothing should they encounter said soup.

Today I slept until 4:30 pm. It’s true. Got home last night around 9, stayed up and watched some TV with Rob (okay so for real we made fun of the TV– we are awesome, ha), read the entire Internet, then went to sleep at oh, 1:30 or something.

Rob woke me up at 11 to see if I wanted to do anything. I’m not sure what I said to him, but he left me alone then until 4:30 when he came to check on whether I had passed away. I hadn’t. I say that I slept so much because I’m still really sad about Dr. Who. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND SPACE TORE THEM APART! You people, you don’t know how much this affected me.

We went and checked the mail. Got some plywood (not in the mail; it was delivered to our house for a little construction project we shall be attempting. It currently sits in the front hallway awaiting the skill saw). Watered my gardens. We have too many radishes. What do you do with radishes? I ate some of them, but I can’t eat JUST radishes, now can I? The good news is that the beets are coming and the zucchini. The bad news is that there are still more radishes, more and more every day.

When I’m done blogging here I will be settling down to watch the latest episode of Deadwood (I can’t believe this is the last season! Fucking cocksuckers) and commence to knitting something which had better be finished for the wedding. Which is in a month and a few days. Holy crap.

Alright that’s all for now.

I’m waiting for my mom to get here. She wants me to go shopping with her.

For buttons.

Last night I cried and cried over a damn sci-fi show.

Look, it’s only five weeks away. I’ve gotta start making some kind of decisions. DECISIONS ABOUT MY LOOKS, PEOPLE.

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