I admit it. I've been ancestoring still and I am addicted, I suppose, to the aged and aging. And why not? I'll be there any second, I mean, now.
As I occasionally have been reporting on facebook to anyone who'll listen, I found out I am related to the famed woodsman (woodsperson?) Daniel Boone. He is my 6th great grandfather. So now I've decided to be addicted to Daniel Boone for awhile. Through Ancestory.com I've met (online) several relatives, approximately 6 of them so far.
I also discovered that the long-er ago your death -- the more people there are out there looking for you. In the case of my grandpa, I'm one of the 3 people who care yet in the case of Daniel Boone, there are some several hundred kinfolk, kinnin' 'round for information. Or in the case of just about anyone that old and dead, they have flocks of followers. What this means is if you die any time soon, you'll have a long wait before you become famous enough to be among the long sought after dead.
Bella is still wonderful and Bradley is still cute and funny as heck. Hannah is busy with kindergarten and turning kind of snooty but that's to be expected. I never grew out of snoot.
One other thing is, with lymphedema, I have to wear wide width shoes which are somewhat difficult to find. I mean, I haven't hit the transvestite shoe stores yet though I'm not the type of gal who will wear stiletto heels with puffy lymphedema-ed feet looking like Bridgeford dough rising up out of the pan, sticking out of the sides of my shoes. I try to find regular (I-like-to-think) looking, athletic-type, casual shoes. The shoes all look like tickytacky and they all look just the same. And once I had a blind date with a guy who told me at the end of the date that he had a foot fetish and I never went out with him after that. Then I told him I had cancer so he'd leave me alone. Then I got cancer. Word to the wise.
The other day Bella was playing with a pair of my shoes (as if I have oodles of shoes to choose). And I snatched them away from her. I gave them a quick once-over, tossing them in the trash and with that toss went my most recently purchased pair of shoes because all my shoes look alike (and I might as well have let her chew on them because at least one of use would have gotten some use out of them). I need new eyeballs or at least new vision. Well, actually, what I need now is a new pair of shoes.
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| My most recent cute Bradly pic. |
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| Most recent scowls (both SOLD!) |
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| Bella wondering where those two motorhomes (aka my shoes) went? |
6 comments:
Daniel Boone! Very cool!
Those scowles look great, Janell! Too bad Daniel didn't have you around :-)
I saw that on FB, about you being related to Daniel Boone, and of course mixed him up with Davey (or DAVID, as they call him here) Crockett. What did DB do? Yes I could google, but I'm sure you're more in the know. Anyway, that's pretty cool. I wish I had a famous relative.
Your scowls are gorgeous, as are the pictures of you! I can't wait for our weather to turn cool so I can go from looking at mine to actually wearing it.
That sucks about your new shoes. Sounds like something I would do. Have done. Er. Let's just leave it at that.
The scowls are just beautiful. So glad you're getting some monetary reward for your hard work.
I'm related to Capt. John Smith of Mayflower fame and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. That's how utterly Anglo I am.
Good grief on the shoes. Sounds like something I would do for sure. Why is it that we do crap like that in the part of life?
I, too, saw that on FB. Very cool. My grandmother always claimed we were related to Davey Crockett (her mother was a Crockett).
Does this mean we get to wear matching coonskin caps?
That is too cool about your ancestry findings! In elementary school I had a major crush on Daniel Boone. I guess I never paid attention to the fact that he'd been dead for years, lol.
You look mahvelous in the scowls. They are a work of art :)
You may be wearing a scowl, but you have a nice smile as well.
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