I’d like to just keep this view and not go back to work. Someone tell me I can do that.

I’d like to just keep this view and not go back to work. Someone tell me I can do that.

This is part of the 1900 census record for my great-great-great-grandmother.
So, 13 of her kids died.  
Sometimes you learn about really cool things in your ancestry, and sometimes you get the really shitty picture of life, too.

This is part of the 1900 census record for my great-great-great-grandmother.

So, 13 of her kids died.  

Sometimes you learn about really cool things in your ancestry, and sometimes you get the really shitty picture of life, too.

I’ve grown tired of my Scottish ancestors in Virginia, so it’s time to switch to the Dutch ancestors in New York. 

It’s nice to not have to research in the same county for 400 years. 

My happy place.

For the fifth time in that computer’s five-year life, I have started it and it has fucked itself up. 

It screws everything up. 

I just want to play the Sims on that computer and use my normal one for Netflix. (The old one is too slow to do anything else but play computer games.)

I am done with technology for the day. 

Actually, just screw that computer. I’ll do genealogy stuff on this one instead. 

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You know, just measuring my living room for furniture at 1am. 

The usual. 

16 April 2014    Reblog    

It is the eve of April 15th, aka tax day. 

It’s the most hated day in my house. 

Dad is a CPA and owns his own accounting business with about 125 clients — the same amount of work that used to be done by multiple people. 

Mom has had to go back to work full time with him since 2008. 

I’ve had to work with him since 2008. 

We are all exhausted, and this is our big all-nighter of the year. 

We’re all daydreaming about sleep at this point. 

Ugh. 

If you are ever in need of an accountant, make sure you have your shit together before you bring it to that person. They don’t need to spend five hours sorting through your stuff when you could have done it yourself. 

Found a great-great uncle who was a supervisor at Western State Asylum, and he who ended up being attacked and killed by a patient. 

I thought this branch would be boring, but so far it’s been nonstop weirdness. 

Chris fucking around with Jon during The Head and the Heart’s Coachella set may be the best thing I’ve heard in a while.

"Wait for it. Let’s practice being still for a second. Alright, Chris, hit me. …Chris, hit me with that bass. …Chris?…Chris, hit me with the bass, dude…. I’m on a pole, dude. Hit me with the bass…..Chris?… There it is."