Was under the weather so I called on Dr. Amazon. Now I know I’ll feel better within 5-7 business days.
So my 11 yr.old. gets this pop up on his computer saying he has a free trial offer for Ancestry .com. So he’s asking me the names of relatives and we’re getting all exited seeing our family tree pop up, going as far back as the early 1800’s and Ireland and Poland. All this time, right behind us on the wall, is a framed picture I hung there, 10 years ago, of my great-grandparents marriage certificate….my dad’s grandparents who descended from Kentucky up to Nebraska and northward. My great-grandmother’s maiden name was Manning. So my son said…do you think we’re related to Peyton??? He’s a massive Bronco fan. I said ‘fat chance’, but Google him, I said, his parents names, etc. see what you come up with. We got a fucking leaf. Somehow, somewhere, sometime a cousin or grandparent or great uncle or someone related to Peyton ran across someone we’re descended from…
This earns me free tickets to the playoffs….right, Peyton? Your cuz, Veronica ;)
From Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger (via themasqueofscarletjane)
Sometimes when I’m scrolling randomly through Tumblr, this is the shit I come up with…
There are pre-sale tickets for the Rolling Stones. They’re called ‘Tongue Pit” and “Bar Seating.” JFC…I’m there…when they come here. Pay out the ass for that…. One of the few times I love being a grown up.