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My brother decided to get his done though and contacted me saying he'd just had his DNA done and did I know he was adopted? His DNA didn't match either side of the family. Ummmm, yeah, I thought you knew, I replied. Nope, it was news to him. He is 72 years old. Oh Crap, was all I could say.
wow... that had to be a real eye opener... :eek:
 
My granddaughter is having a pool party for her birthday today. Her real birthday was a couple days ago. We got everything cleaned beautifully, and other than a couple minor things to be done this morning, everything looks fantastic. We were anticipating my oldest granddaughter coming to the party too, but that's not going to happen. She was on visitation with her mother last week, on her real birthday, so her family is celebrating today, and can't come to our party. What's so funny is that today is actually my birthday.

JD, that is some great news! Glad it turned out the way it did.
 
Wonderful news JD.

Micro that would be a shocker for sure at his age.

Bruce how nice you finally got your lamb.

I thought about doing the DNA test. But after spending nearly 18 years doing genealogy and tracing my family lines I already know most of my dads family came from
Ireland and 1 from Spain.
My moms family had lines from Ireland, Germany and England.
I have most birth, death records and most marriage and burial records.
I also have pics of most of the headstones.
Genealogy is very addictive. lol
 
My granddaughter is having a pool party for her birthday today. Her real birthday was a couple days ago. We got everything cleaned beautifully, and other than a couple minor things to be done this morning, everything looks fantastic. We were anticipating my oldest granddaughter coming to the party too, but that's not going to happen. She was on visitation with her mother last week, on her real birthday, so her family is celebrating today, and can't come to our party. What's so funny is that today is actually my birthday.

JD, that is some great news! Glad it turned out the way it did.
Have a good time!

byc happy bday.gif Happy Birthday to all of you!

It gets to be odd when birthdays are so close together and then families are mixed up--divorce, in laws and etc.
 
I thought about doing the DNA test. But after spending nearly 18 years doing genealogy and tracing my family lines I already know most of my dads family came from
Ireland and 1 from Spain.
My moms family had lines from Ireland, Germany and England.
I have most birth, death records and most marriage and burial records.
I also have pics of most of the headstones.
Genealogy is very addictive. lol

My husband spent quite some time tracing his "roots;" a DNA test on him might show how many of the family stories are accurate. One version is that a family name is Irish, another holds that it is actually a bastardized version of a French name. Another family group did quite a bit of migrating around in Europe before some of 'em crossed the ocean, so there's quite a bit of diversity possible there.

I have uncles on both sides of my family that did the family genealogy thingy; not experiencing a need to reinvent the wheel, I'm taking their respective words for it. :rolleyes:

@getaclue quite a cluster of birthdays you have there! Hope y'all have a great time; a pool party sounds like a lot of fun.

Personally, I'm celebrating not having a pool - or rather, a pond, in my pasture anymore. We've had a couple of weeks of dry weather, and the water is now gone.

Unfortunately, that doesn't mean the hazards of water have entirely disappeared. There's a lot of peat in my soil, and the torrential downpours we experienced washed a lot of it from the higher areas and into the lowest ones out there. Most of it is firm enough to walk on, but not all . . . what's that they say about goats being born looking for a way to kill themselves?

I looked out my kitchen window, and I saw my old goat Daisy lying down near the back fence. After a while, I realized she wasn't lying down, she was stuck. She had found one of the few spots of muck that were soft and deep enough that it wouldn't support her weight, and had sunk in up to her belly. I fetched a lead rope from the shed and gingerly made my way out to her. The ground supported me (barely), but I guess goat feet are just a little too small. By digging in the muck, I managed to get my hands under her, and passed the rope under her rib cage. By pulling up on the rope, I managed to free her front legs, but she couldn't get any purchase so she just folded her legs and lay down again. I hunted up some pieces of deck board and managed to work a couple of them under her front end, then I dug down on each of her back legs until I could get hold of the hock and pull the leg free. With all of her legs free, she still just lay there. I pulled her over until she was entirely on the boards, and still, she lay there. With my sweat dripping on her, I pulled up on the rope, and yelled in frustration, "come on, you stupid beast, stand up!" Finally, she did, and ambled off as if nothing had happened. Evidently, it really was just that spot.:th
 

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