yammering

Geneaology is a dangerous addiction. Tonight I spent hours looking for my father's maternal lineage. I have finally found the fabled book some dead relative wrote. It's real. Of course, it was probably a vanity book and there are probably only a handful of copies in existence. Googling it shows nothing up for grabs. And the lone family copy is said to have been stolen by another far flung descendant some years ago. Dang schoolteachers... Seems a cousin took it to school for show and tell and it never came home. In any event, I have seen a reference to said book. Very exciting. Now I would like to figure out which relative was native American and what her tribal name was.
I could and should be doing so many other things, But I have always loved research. If you want to know some odd thing. I am your gal. Go figure. The hard part has always been actually writing it all up. I was the one with 25 overdue library books for 6 weeks while I thought about all the possible story lines in a project. In the end, I would wait just wait long enough for it all to flow out my fingers as I clacked in the night, white out by my side.
So, instead of studying about youth fitness tonight, I was trying to find links between far off folks. And now, I am tired, but still wound up. I have a feeling I will pay dearly tomorrow. I think it can be very comforting to know where you are in history. I research and I scrapbook. I guess it's one hand behind and one in front. I hope that doesn't mean I will let something slip in the now. Probably not. I really don't spend a lot of time in either activity these days.

On another note, I wanted to add to my post the other day. I really am fine. In fact, I am much more peaceful than I have been in sometime. There is no reason to fear or offer reassurances. Although, I do like know I am loved :)

And yet another tangent, my computer is once again being difficult. Bad, bad computer. The plug will not stay in.It is nearing the end of it's life with me. I am reluctant to let it go though. It was my first such luxury item. The first perk of being the resident domestic goddess. I do not travel to far off conferences where they ply me with good food, wine and outings. Instead, I eat spaghetti and eggs at home with children. Of course, I actually like those items, but shhh, don;t blow my cover! Now, though, I have my laptop. It was a big moment for me and I am loathe to sever our relationship. I suspect that I will fix this one AGAIN and continue to use it. I am a sentimental fool. But you all knew that...

I have met a friend here. I am so excited. A real, live, mommy friend. She's got a wicked sense of humor and down right sensible. No designer diaper bags either. We went to the science museum yesterday and she didn't even blink when my princess discovered that poophead, poophead made a nice song. Her policy is to let those sorts of things die out naturally. Not sure if I am ready to try that quite yet. But it was definitely good not to get the bad mommy stares. I hate those.

I will confess, my children go without coats if they are old enough to tell me no in some fashion. I do bring it along just in case- most of the time. They eat the same foods repeatedly. My eldest thinks I'm not any fun because she can't have heelies(sp?) I let them jump on hotel beds occasionally. And they regularly run and shout in the house. Oh yeah, I never have diaper wipes with me and I didn't write down what the kids liked and didn't like when they finally got some big people food. It was a family thing. In my family, they shove a little of whatever is around in the kids and never miss a beat with their own fork...

Alright. enough irreverence. I suspect it is truly time for some sleep. I think soon I will be saying all kinds of things that I might question tomorrow.

Good night from the land of Pixie Dust.