Beer goggles? That’s an excuse? For what? Fashion stupidity?
I’m still loving the show Who Do You Think You Are? I’m not going to complain (much) about the trials and tribulations of searching for my ancestors anymore. Last night former Dallas Cowboy (and Dancing with the Stars alum) Emmitt Smith worked on his family tree which included his great-great grandparents and beyond who were slaves. Tracing slave ancestry is incredibly difficult because there are very few records the further back you go. I guess that’s true for the rest of us, too, to a certain extent, but I think tracing slave ancestors would be awfully frustrating (at the very least) and sad.
Since it’s the weekend, I’ll be climbing back into my family tree and seeing what nuts I can shake loose. I learned just yesterday that one of my great-grandfathers divorced his first wife before he married my great-grandma. I’d never known he was married before! And I only found out because my aunt who passed away last year had a copy of the divorce decree. We ended up with all the family history stuff she had.
There are Derby prep races on the horse racing channel this afternoon which I’ll be watching.
Reading: Finished up Death of a Ghost. Now I’m reading Serpent by Clive Cussler and Paul Kemprecos. I thought I had read this one but it’s not ringing any bells at all, so I guess not. I love Kurt Austin almost as much as I love Dirk Pitt.
That is so not true in my case. I had a great childhood.
I can’t seem to get my brain in gear today. Need massive amounts of caffeine. Then I can bounce off the walls later on today!
The only thing on tonight that I absolutely don’t want to miss is Who Do You Think You Are? This week we’ll be following Emmitt Smith on his journey to trace his family tree.
Slogged some more through the Greek gods book.
Reading: Still reading Death of a Ghost which I’m quite enjoying.
That’s a good excuse that could also sound legitimate.
Well, we had some wild storms last night. Tornadoes to the northwest and southeast of us, plus rain, hail and wind. If we can’t move, one of those nifty underground houses sounds like a really good plan.
In 1898, silent movie actress Dorothy Gish was born.
In 1918, the “Spanish” influenza began spreading around the world. By 1920, 22 million people worldwide had died.
We’ve had another celebrity death. Pro football player turned actor Merlin Olsen passed away yesterday. He was only 69. I never met him but his TV show Father Murphy was filmed, in part, at the Old Tucson Studios which was nearly my home away from home when I lived in Tucson. Olsen was suffering from cancer.
Not a thing on tonight I care to watch except The Mentalist so I can watch a couple more recorded shows.
Worked through a few more pages of the Book That Will Not End.
Reading: Loved Take Me If You Dare, even the parts that made me cry so much I couldn’t breathe. *g* Now I’m reading Death of a Ghost by Margery Allingham. Allingham was a contemporary of Agatha Christie and wrote the Albert Campion series which I got hooked on years ago when Mystery adapted some of the books for their TV show. The book I’m reading was originally written in 1934.
That’s an excuse? For what? Fashion stupidity?
Kurt Austin almost as much as I love Dirk Pitt. 
