January 18, 2004

•  For the first time in a long time I actually found some ancestors online.  I’ve always known the names of my Great great grandparents on my maternal grandmothers side. (they are buried close to where I live)  But yesterday in an incredibly lucky break I found THREE generations back from them.  That puts that side of the family clear back to 1710.  And it’s not just speculation either.  There are land records and a census. (That bitch was really hard to read)  But get this…(if this doesn’t make you grateful for birth control nothing will) my great-great grandpa was married 3 times, the first marriage produced no children, the second had 4 stillborn and seven living and the third marriage had twelve living children.  That means he had NINETEEN kids that lived into adulthood. (it makes me ill just to think about it)  My great-grandma was the youngest of these 19 kids and a twin.  Gee I wonder what they did when the snow flew, she asks sarcastically?  And it sure does explain why I’m related to everyone in the county.  This is why I told the kids they couldn’t date or marry anyone from Van Buren County.  Man I’m glad I grew up in Arizona…I could have inbred and not even known it…ew.  I just grossed myself out.

  
  

  Well, the insurance company called yesterday and told me that the people that caused the accident my dad was involved in, won’t return their calls.  It won’t matter though, I already faxed the police report and witness statement to the other insurance company, so whether or not they cooperate it’s in motion.  Tomorrow I’m going to the wrecker yard to retrieve all my odds and ends that are still in the truck.  Also to get my toolbox.  Which is similar to this one pictured.  I have no idea how I’m going to get the thing off, but I know I’m not going to let them have it.  It was purchased separately from the truck and as such I get to keep it.  I found out last summer that you can’t take anything that originally came with a vehicle, or has been put into a vehicle unless you can put something in it’s place.  My mom had put in a really great sound system and after her wreck she wanted to take it and put it in whatever new vehicle she bought.  Because we hadn’t kept the original sound equipment and had nothing to put in her totaled vehicle they wouldn’t let us take her Alpine stereo system.  So in a way I’m lucky because my truck toolbox doesn’t fall under those guidelines.  Bright and early Monday I will start the madness that is insurance business again.  Can you feel my excitement? (mini rant)  BTW, in my opinion, yeah I know everyone has one, insurance of ALL kinds is the biggest racket in the United States.  What other legitimate company charges exorbitant fees every month and the when you actually utilize their resources either ups your premium or cancels you completely regardless of previous history.  And to top it off if you don’t have insurance your in violation of the law.  They get you coming and going and it’s all perfectly legal!  No disclaimer on this one I feel how I feel and it’s my blog right? 

  
  

  On to the “should have known better” portion of this blog. alternately titled “haha dumbass!”  Last Dec.13th when Allie, Zetta and I went to get the platypus at school we spent 2 days goofing off, teasing, playing games and watching the snow come down.  One of the things my kids are best at is teasing me.  They get as good as they give so it’s by no means one way.  On this particular occasion we were walking down an echoey hall and the kids were giving me a hard time about having to repeat themselves.  Finally Emily says “man she’s old AND deaf”, Allie starts laughing hysterically when I said “what did she say?”  So I knew this one was deserving of something severe.  I pull back and go to punch her on the arm, she sees it coming and jerks back just far enough for my hand to land wrong and instant pain goes shooting up my wrist.  I act all tough and don’t let on that I think I just busted my thumb and we all mosey along.  Fast forward to Jan. 18th 2004.  Every morning I wake up with a swollen thumb, I can’t bend it without pain and I think maybe next time I should use my mouth to get back at the kid instead of my fist.  How do guys horseplay so rough without causing permanent damage?  GEEZ, I’m old AND deaf!

  
  

   

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