I have a lot of personal things going on right now - not all of which I'm at liberty to discuss, and a couple I wouldn't want to throw out into the world wide web anyway. So, here's some randomosity for y'all...
If you didn't see me say this on Facebook yesterday, I managed to trace my ancestry back to the Mayflower (1620 for those like me who couldn't remember exactly when that ship landed). John Howland came over by himself and Elizabeth Tilley came over with her parents. They got married here and in 1623 had Desire Howland - my first relative of that branch born on North American soil. Of course, both of Elizabeth's parents died in 1621, so they didn't get to meet Desire, but Pilgrim life was hard. And sadly, Elizabeth also outlived Desire by 3 years.
I also found another Native American in the tree yesterday. I traced back to a guy named Moses who married a gal named Massey. Her surname was listed as 'White' in one place, and 'White Cherokee' in another and finally as Arnet. When I searched the 'Arnet', I found her parents listed as 'White Cherokee' and 'Mourning Flowers'. Mourning Flowers... how's that for a cheery thing to name your child?
In non-heritage news...
Ever just be writing along and realize somehow your character's day just got really short? I mean, at the beginning of the chapter it was morning, and she finds out she's got to rush off somewhere, but in the short span of time it takes her to get there, night has already fallen. Derp.
Peanut butter mixed with caramel ice cream syrup makes a great dip for apples and bananas.
Jett's chocolate covered mini-marshmallows are not as good as they sound. Somehow the process of mass producing them makes them all chewy and gross.
A butterfly can sit perfectly still on a dandelion for several minutes, but the second you go for your camera, it flies away. This leads me to believe the butterflies around here are camera shy.
When you hear rushing water in the dark, don't assume your one neighbor is filling his pool. Could be that the other neighbor is accidentally flooding his crawl space. Oops.
What random things do you have for me this morning?