Details/We All Have One
Genealogy is Life!
Everything else is
detail!
Genealogy: it’s only an obsession after all!
Try genealogy. You can’t get fired and you can’t quit!
Once I gave up on reality, I had so many more options.
“Sure, a real job would be nice, but it would interfere with my genealogy!”
Don’t sit under the family tree with anyone else but me!
Genealogy: Will I ever find time to mow the lawn again?
Genealogists do not die, they just lose their census.
Beware of the Genealogy Bug; It’s bite can be addictive!
“Talking about genealogy always gets me going. My mama always said I would talk to a post, and I figure I know a good tree when I see one. I love genealogy, and the more the merrier.” Billye Jackson of Texas
Hooked on Genealogy works for me!
For a reply, send a self-abused, stomped elephant to…
Enough research will tend to support your theory.
Genealogy goes on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on… and on…
Genealogy in the buff, no I mean A genealogy Buff!
I’m no genealogist. … until this year I spelled it “geneologist!”
I don’t believe it! My Birth Certificate expired?
What do you mean my grandparents didn’t have any kids?
“There is no fire, officer! I’m just chasing my ancestors!”
Searching shipping records is simply naval gazing.
I want to find ALL of them! So far I only have a few thousand.
I’d love to, but I’m converting from Julian to Gregorian!
| GENEALOGY – THE INCURABLE DISEASE! SYMPTOMS: Continual complaint as to need for names, dates and places. Patient has blank expression, is sometimes deaf to spouse and children. Has no taste for work of any kind except feverishly looking through records at libraries and courthouses. Has compulsion to write letters. Swears at mailman when he doesn’t leave mail. Frequents strange places such as cemeteries, ruins and remote, desolate areas. Makes secret phone calls at night, Hides phone bill from spouse and mumbles to self. Has strange, faraway look in the eye. NO KNOWN CURE!! TREATMENT: Medication is useless. Disease is not fatal but gets progressivley worse. Patient should attend genealogy workshops, subscribe to genealogical magazines and be given a quiet corner in the house where he or she can be alone. ( author unknown) |
| TOP TEN Indicators You’ve Become a Gene-aholic….. By Mary H. Harris 10. You introduce your daughter as your descendant. 9. You’ve never met any of the people you send e-mail to, even though you are related. 8. You can recite your lineage back 8 generations, but can’t remember your nephew’s name. 7. You have more photographs of dead people than living ones. 6. You have taken a tape recorder and or notebook to a family reunion. 5. You have not only read the latest Gedcom standards, you understand it. 4. The local genealogy society borrows books from you. 3. The only film you have seen in the last year was the 1880 census index. 2. More than half of your CD collection is made up of marriage records or pedigrees. 1. Your elusive ancestors have been spotted in more places than Elvis. |
We All Have One….
He is a couple of bricks short of a full load
He rows his boat with one oar out of the water
Wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead.
Gates are down, lights are flashing, but the train isn’t coming
Got a full 6-pack, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it together
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
One neuron short of a full synapse.
Lights are on, nobody’s home.
A few clowns short of a circus.
A few fries short of a Happy Meal.
A few peas short of a casserole.
Doesn’t have all his cornflakes in one box.
One Fruit Loop shy of a full bowl.
One taco short of a combination plate.
Fell out of the family tree
A few feathers short of a whole duck.
The cheese slid off his cracker.
Body by Fisher; brains by Mattel.
Couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
An intellect rivaled only by garden tools.
As smart as bait.
Chimney’s clogged.
Elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor.
Forgot to pay his brain bill.
His sewing machine’s out of thread.
If she had another brain, it would be lonely.
Slinky’s kinked.
Surfing in Nebraska.
Too much yardage between the goal posts.
Big like ox; smart like tractor.
A few sandwiches short of a picnic.
Not wound too tight.
Shirt size: large. Cap size: small.
Room temperature IQ.
A few box cars short of a full trainload.
Missing a hard-drive.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Doesn’t have two wits to bat together.
Not the brightest crayon in the box.
One tire short of a Goodyear.
A few Pinata’s short of a fiesta.
Butter slipped off the noodles.
Not firing on all thrusters.
Two cards short of a full deck.
Three dots short of an ink-blot test.
Forgot to use a surge protector.
Half bubble off level.
The mental agility of a used soap dish.