Hi, Maggie! Nice to meet you!

I rarely see the family that I moved here to be near.

quester, I feel you on that. I'm not sorry I left NJ, but if I hadn't moved here to be near family, I might've moved to Seattle or Chattanooga to be near my best friends.

I've been doing occasional drive-by posts, but I thought I'd pop in here and say hello.

Hello!

(I thought of stopping there.)

I've been frantically busy at work and haven't had time to do much besides work and sleep. Things are quieter this week, so I'm trying to catch up with what I call "my imaginary internet friends." Same life, same job ... nothing new to report.

In regard to ancestry ... I'm mostly northern European, as far as anyone can tell, one great-grandmother was Cherokee (from the N.C. reservation) and most got here before 1800, so there's no chance of qualifying for any other citizenship. I do qualify for the Colonial Dames and may qualify for the DAR (one 18th century ancestor spent the Revolution in Ireland to avoid the fighting, but there were other possibles) and might even qualify for Daughters of the Confederacy (one great-grandfather ducked out the back to avoid the recruiters from both sides and ended up dying in a barroom fight in New Orleans ... seems it wasn't the fighting he objected to, just on someone else's terms).

And I also need to marry a Scotsman who can get me some dual citizenship.

I'm just sayin' ...

(snerks at Kilter -- that would totally work)

Cindy! Holy doodle, nice to see your electrons here (after all, it was you and Cash and Allyson who kinda pointed the way for me here from the Bronze alladem yeers agu.)

Waves to Todd. (hi!)

My dad has tried to get me into family history for years. He knows I'm just obsessive enough that I would dig away at it. So there's a new site, and I followed him there and started clicking.

(This next part feels more like Bitches) So I said to him "Why did you never tell me your father committed suicide?" He said "what makes you say that?" "Uh, skills, Dad." "And there's all this other awful stuff and I'm only a generation back. How much did you want to know?"

I may not be cut out for this genealogy gig.

Did your dad not know or didn't want you to know? (Also, there's a new genealogy website??)

Hi, Maggie! I am so glad you introduced yourself.

Toddson, it is always excellent to see you around.

Yeah, new genealogy website?

It was one of those "we don't talk about it" family secrets. So you have no idea who else actually knows (everyone?). Ugh.

It was new to dad and to me, I'm sure all y'all are up on it. MyHeritage?

Hi! I'm never really lurking, but I'm never here as much as I'd like to be either, so the last day of delurking month seems like as good a time as any to catch up?

I'm still in NC, with cat and spouse and too many computery things. I still have a uterus, although it does fuckall for me and I wish it would shut the fuck up. I don't currently have a German Shepherd, although they're my heart-dogs of all time. The aforementioned cat would be less than thrilled if I brought in a giant pupper.

I'm a year and a half into the current job, and it's finally restoring confidence that I know what the fuck I'm doing there. Also, have a team (for a while there, I was "lead" with nobody else but me in my particular skillset. so, yeah.) Current job also sends me home with ridiculous fabric reserves. Don't all tech startups do that?

The unfortunate events of the last little while have made me think long and hard, a lot of which doesn't really belong in this particular post, but the tl;dr is: you are my people, and this place remains an important part of my world, and I love you.

Back archaeology*, amych. I feel the same way.

(This was supposed to read "Back atcha," but I'm sure we can all agree the autocorrected version is much clearer.)

Archaeology all y'all.

the tl;dr is: you are my people, and this place remains an important part of my world, and I love you.

What she said.