Saturday, November 28, 2009

Funny Family History Quotes. After Turkey-Day. Shopping? Oh... No...The Important Stuff: Genealogy

Today, I was getting ready for Christmas, but just in my head. I was going to change my music to Christmas. I think I have the special ones I want to hear over and over.

Steve bought us a tree. Funny that I didn't even have a "say so" to help pick it out, but he knew I would just LOVE it and I did! It's a live Scotch Pine, I think that's what they call it, but it's the pine tree that naturally grows in our mountains around here. I'm thrilled with having one I can plant afterward. The tree smells wonderful and all my Christmas decorations are just outside the door on the porch.

We are going to the Santa Paula Christmas Parade tomorrow, then I'm going to do a real mean living room clean-up and transformation; including changing the pictures and all the stuff on all the desks, armoires, piano, everything to look Christmas.... including the kitchen. I've always wanted to fix my bedroom all Christmasy, but maybe next year. Kiely's room has a tree for it, but I don't think she wants to put it up this year. Makes me a little sad---but she has soooo much going on. Riding her horse and trying to get enough riding to last her a couple months. College get-away and preparing for school and packing, and lastly... the hardest... sprinting on her school work for good grades, now. The semester ends soon.

Yesterday was a day that was wonderful. So many people worked so hard to make the mansion next door (my Marnie's house) filled with food, fun, and wonderful friends and family. Lots and lots of people. It was great watching the movie, "Up" with those in our family that hadn't seen it. Steve and Marnie have a big TV and the main character Mr. Ferguson, looks and acts so much like my father-in-law that just passed-away a couple of years ago. Only thing missing was Mr. Ferguson was a bit more grumpy and Grandpa Doug was mostly just silly all the time. Thanks Marnie and to everyone that made the lovely dinner. I sat in the window with some pumpkin pie and watched the kids with the horses and enjoyed the children and grown children and beautiful sunset "pink moment."

I started at home. It just blows me away with the amazing feats of giving hints and updating the records constantly. It was a gift (thank you, thank you) that I have coveted for years. I can only think that the only way the work would be done was from my home. I swim a lot and even though it's in Ventura, getting ready from the pool and going to the Stake Center is really a challenge. I forget to have lunch, I always forget to take my heart medication, and I stay way too long. There's no breaks... so the hurrying probably is what makes my head butter and mistakes are too common when that happens.

I always feel especially when I'm neglectful in my genealogy that this visitation is going to happen. I didn't see this Family Guy episode. But honestly, I really had this weird experience. Brightness and strong light entered my bedroom and I instantly covered my face with my warm blankets. I had no idea who my ancestor was. But, because it was a beautiful light, I didn't think it was of evil. I was really scared because I know I was going to get my butt chewed-out for flakin'out on my duties here on earth.

I woke-up Steve very gently and whispered, "Steve, (shiver) we have company." "Don't move, but open your eyes and see who it is?" I knew it was someone shaking their finger at me. Steve said, "What?" real loud and irritated. I said, "Shhhhhhhh," very quietly and shivered again and got very close to Steve. He started busting out laughing hard and sat-up. Startled by that; I said something like "Stop making fun or don't mock angels" some weird things like that. He said, "I installed a light behind the little dressing table and our electricity went out so it just automatically turned on for us." and he said, " The big light up the wall is in the plug behind the dresser." I sat-up and looked. Yep, he was right. But that didn't stop me from thinking one day I'm going to get in trouble and I hope I have time to make things right. Maybe it was a warning.

Norman Rockwell Drawing. Yep!
It Could Easily Be My Tree!

This is the BEST Family Tree.
Bree, Photoshop my other
babies in the tree (missing my
little Arkansas grand chilren!)

I slept hard last night so I couldn't wait to start working on my lines. I would start laughing while I was working...I was so happy! All the stories of the past that I have collected over the years and the absolutely crazy relatives that I have accumulated. I just think that's just what makes me like I am. Sorry.... Happy Ancestral DNA, as my dear little girl calls it. How 'bout crazy DNA? Yeah...I like the sound of that.A long time ago I found these family quotes on some website. I can't remember where, but I did copy the authors of the quotes. They crack-me-up!I just had them on my Microsoft note-pad and saw them recently when my automatic download started.

Here they are:

If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion.

Cleaning your house while your children are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.

In America there are two classes of travel - first class and with children.

Have children while your parents are still young enough to take care of them.

Adolescence is when children start to bring up their parents.

Home is the place, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

In some families, 'please' is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was 'sorry'.

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.

Some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts. (Yes! That's Us!)

I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned to dance - waiting for the bathroom.

Having children makes you no more a parent than having a piano makes you a pianist.

Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children. (Kiely says, "Diarrhea is hereditary; it runs in your genes (jeans)."

Let's face it, there's lots of spoiled kids out there,because you can't spank Grandma.(HAHAHA)

There's one thing about children - they never go around showing snapshots of their grandparents.(HAHAHAHA!That's Great!)

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

I wish to thank my parents for making it all possible...and I wish to thank my children for making it necessary.

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

I can get up in the morning and look myself in the mirror and my family can look at me too and that's all that matters.

The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.

Family life got better and we got our car back - as soon as we put 'I love Mom' on the license plate.

My father never raised his hand to any one of his children - except in self-defense.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million-dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. (This is good, huh?)

Human beings are the only creatures on Earth that allow children to come back home.

You know your children are growing up when they stop asking where they came from and refuse to tell you where they're going.

Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.

Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.(I thought that was Family Home Videos?)

All of a sudden big letters and colors wouldn't go away, sorry but I'm blind and can't find the HTML with the (can't write it because it's goes more freaky but it's a certain secret code called "hyper text markup language", and at 1:11 am trying to fix it again, I'm through!!!) It can have the BIG LETTERS. Go ahead you Freaky Blog. It really has a mind of it's own. Maybe I'll wake-up and it will write my blog for me. Hope it's a good one. I better moderate it though, or it will be reported.

Note: I woke-up this morning, Nov. 28, 2009 and guess what? I fixed my huge letters and "OFF" colors. The blog didn't win with its "take-over" of my site. A voice in my head said just copy paste and start over and delete the other one. I did and it and the process only took only 15 minutes. What the heck? I but it had to be one of my angels whispering in my ear this morning around 2:45 a.m. just after I turned-off Art Bell.'s my husband with a Spinet Piano. Thank you my dear daughter from Arkansas sending us this picture of us in California. Arkansas or California? Yes, here.
Turn-off my playlist
or the song on this
video will drive you

It may anyway...

Now, about the video...My husband is such a hotshot, so talented and we were so entertained by this, it actually took a while and the quick shot of our house doesn't really show all the gang watching this and laughing, hootin' it all up, and calling Steve, our hero. Behind the piano is our old barn where Marnie's Mansion is located now. Steve's "Redneck Style" I love it with all the junk and stuff...okay...bye.
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