A MyCharge Giveaway (For All of Your Portable Devices)

myCharge Giveaway

The kids are back to school, but Moms know that's only the beginning! Now that the school year is in full swing, there's no slowing down. In fact, things can start getting pretty hectic this time of year between your work and your kid's homework, after-school clubs and sports, music lessons and carpools, birthday parties and play dates...the list goes on and on! Even the most organized Mom will tell you things can change at the last minute, and Moms of all people can't afford to run out of power...we mean for your phone or tablet, of course!

 myCharge knows how important it is for you to stay charged and connected all day - and all school year - long, so they're giving the gift of portable power so you're never left in the red! To keep you charged and connected myCharge is giving 3 lucky winners each an iPad mini with a myCharge HUB 6000 portable charger! The amazingly compact Hub 6000 features built-in cables and connectors for smartphones, tablets, e-readers and more. Get up to 27 hours of additional talk time for your devices, as well as integrated, quick-charge wall prongs. The Hub series is commonly known as the “Swiss Army Knife of portable power devices.

myCharge HUB6000

Additionally, 40 winners will each receive an Energy Shot compact portable charger for their smartphones that delivers an additional boost when you need it most. They come in a variety of styles and can give you up to 10 hours of talk time! (Please note, smart phone not included in giveaway). 

    myCharge Energy Shot

So Moms, stay out of the red this school year! myCharge is here to keep you charged and connected! For more information on products visit the myCharge website or follow them on Facebook. You can find myCharge products available at retailers such as Target and Kohl's.

Fill out the entry form below September 15, 2014 - October 15, 2014 for your chance to be one of 40 winners to receive an Energy Shot Charger (10 winners randomly selected each week) and one of 3 grand prize winners randomly selected on October 15, 2014 to receive one iPad Mini with a myCharge HUB 6000 portable charger. Entrants must be at least 18 years of age or older, must live in the United States and have a valid shipping address. See giveaway form for complete list of rules and details. a Rafflecopter giveaway This is a sponsored post from myCharge.

10+ Houses That You Won't Believe Got Bulldozed

This house is in the Houston Heights. It is gone, just like many, many others of its magnitude. Source

I'm a nerd and a half and I know it. I don't know WHY I care so much about houses that get knocked down. I don't know why I obsess over audio tours like I do. The fact that I want to be a docent when I grow up? NO CLUE. This weekend as I looked through a book of mine called Houston's Forgotten Heritage, I actually got sad. Sad! I mean, get a life, right?? It's not a normal kind of sadness, but it's still a sort of sadness.

I know it costs a lot of money to restore things. I would love to buy a house that was a 100+ years old, but we don't have the money or time to fix something like that up. Also, those houses are all closer to town and the property value is really expensive. If the house is ancient and the property value isn't expensive, then chances are it's not in an area of town that you would choose to live.


It makes me sad.

Aren't there enough rich people in the world to keep all of the old houses going? I know, I know. Money to keep old houses in shape would take away money from other important causes.

I just feel like we lose something when we knock everything down.

For the fun of it, I thought I would show you some of the gorgeous houses that once stood in Houston and then show you what is there now. There are many, many more than these, but you don't have all day. Just know that at one time, Houston's architecture was breathtaking. The homes and the scenery were just beautiful and that's all there is to it.

#1 The Charles Shearn House house
(Main at Jefferson)

Charles House was president of the Houston Street and Railway Company when this house was built, which is ironic since the light rail track runs right in front of where it used to be. This home became the first home of the Houston Art League, which eventually became the Museum of Fine Arts. It was built in 1882 and was demolished in 1920.

#2 The Jedidiah Porter Waldo House and Garden
(Rusk and Caroline)
This house is actually still around! I can't believe it! I just found that out. It's just not around where it started out, as you can see from the picture below. So, I'll simmer down on this one. I still think it is interesting to see what used to be on that plot of land. This house was built in 1884-1885 and is now in the Westmoreland District. I got excited earlier, because I Googled "historic Houston houses", or something along those lines, and a picture of mine popped up. It was from a post I wrote about living in a cemetery and it featured another house that is in the Westmoreland District.



#3 Rows of Houses at 1200 Main Street

This is actually a post card from the 1800s. At one time, "Main Street" was an elite Houston address. The white house is the Van Alstyne-Dickson house and garden. It was famous for its gardens. It had tall oak trees surrounding it and banana trees in the front yard.


Here are some other houses and their coordinates that have been demolished below. These pictures were found on the Design + Construction Management website. I think these make me almost the saddest. They were bulldozed to make space for grocery stores and parking lots in all likelihood.

#4 Main & Bell



#5 Main & Dallas

I said 10+ houses in the title, so I will let you keep on counting with these beauties below. They got the bulldozer right to the belly. It seems like a lot of houses were getting shoveled out the door in the 1920s, but the flattening trend continued on through the decades.

Something else that I also found interesting was how people migrated through time. These elaborate houses built primarily along Main Street were built "in the country" during that time period. Most people lived near the muddy bayou. These folks wanted to get away from all of that, so they built in present-day downtown Houston. From the Design + Construction Management website, I learned that "Houston's outward migration only continued, as it does to this day, where each generation simply abandons the place where they grew up and moves a little farther out."

So, according to them, the migration movement (primarily of people with the big cash) goes:

1. Buffalo Bayou
2. Main Street, 1890s
3. Courtlandt Place & Westmoreland in the Montrose area, 1910s
4. River Oaks, 1920s
5. Tanglewood & Memorial, 1950s
 6. Sugar Land, Katy, The Woodlands, etc., Present Day

I know houses are just houses, but I think many of them carry stories within their walls that can help ground us today. That is probably being too poetic, but, hey, it's late and I want a bowl of cereal.

Are you an old house hugger or a bulldozer lover?
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A "Mini But Mighty" Childhood Cancer Hero

For Pinterest.

I had the privilege for several years to work at M. D. Anderson Cancer Center with both children and adults. All of the age groups were hard for me to see fight the cancer battle day after day, as it would be for anyone. No one likes cancer at any age. The children, though. The children. They hadn't even had a chance to get a locker before they had to do such big grown-up things like take chemo and get CT scans.

I have written about childhood cancer on this blog before. A beautiful little girl named Julia Cobb was a patient at M. D. Anderson. She touched many lives in a positive way each and every time she was in that place. I met her father, Jonathan, in an elevator the day before I was to stop working there for the summer. Although she did not make it- Julia passed away on October 29, 2013-  her legacy and positive spirit live on in so many lives. You can read more about Julia here.

Though my heart was broken over and over again working at M. D. Anderson, and only a tiny fraction to the pain the parents felt over the loss of their sons or daughters, my heart was encouraged, too. I sit here right now and have tears well up in my eyes over the memories of sweet, sweet faces I gazed into that are now no longer walking this earth with us anymore. My heart also sings, though, because many, many children were fortunate enough to beat cancer and are living healthy today.

The victories for many of the children are due in large part to the funding of cancer research. I know this is an area that is very near to my friend Kathy's heart. She writes the blog Kissing The Frog. You will see a section called "Joey's Story" in her navigation bar. This section will bring you to tears. Joey's story is a heart-wrenching one. He did not survive the cancer fight. I cry to type the sentence. I can't even imagine how my heart would be shattered. 

For precious little ones like Joey, Julia and like my sweet friends at M. D. Anderson, we give to fight childhood cancer. We give so that the chances increase that the children will survive and thrive. I am privileged to partner today with Auntie Anne's pretzels and Alex's Lemonade Stand, as these are organizations that are actively raising funds and giving them to the childhood cancer fight.

Along with these teams, I am excited to support a "Mini But Mighty" hero child named Jacob. Jacob was diagnosed in May of 1998 with stage IV neuroblastoma. As of September 2013, Jacob has been in remission for 14 years.

From Jacob's parents:

Of all the trials and challenges that God gives us as parents, just imagine the worst, your child is diagnosed with cancer. Jacob was diagnosed on May 12, 1998 with stage IV neuroblastoma. He received several rounds of chemotherapy, 9 hours of major surgery, a stem cell transplant, radiation, monoclonal antibody therapy and  cis-retinoic acid (Accutane) over the course of 2 years. As of September 2011, Jacob has been in remission for over 12 years. His only residual problem has been a hearing loss managed with the help of hearing aids.  He gets yearly visits and blood counts with his oncologist, but otherwise leads a normal kid's life. This is due to the excellent medical care received, the prayers and support of so many people, and to the research and care of the neuroblastoma team of doctors at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York City.

That is exciting and amazing and inspirational and encouraging to read, isn't it? There are children that have a different story. We all want this story for every single child given the diagnosis of cancer. Every single child. Every single person. When it does happen for someone, and it happens to many thankfully, we feel like shouting from the rooftops- whether we know the child or adult personally or not. It is a human victory. It is our victory.

If you are feeling led to be a part of this childhood cancer fight, I hope you will stand with Auntie Anne's pretzels and consider supporting Alex's Lemonade Stand. Alex was a little girl who fought the cancer fight. She raised money from lemonade stands to help other children with cancer, even though she was fighting it, too. There is no doubt she would be thrilled to see her legacy, much like Julia Cobb's, spreading all over the place. You can go to Crowd Tilt to help give money to fight childhood cancer. There is about a week left in this wonderful campaign. Wouldn't it be amazing if we all gave what we could- even if it was $1 or $5- and saw the money raised go up and up and up?

You can go here to give or you can use the widget below.

And one last thing before you go...whether in the form of financial, emotional or spiritual support...

These ribbons are supposed to resemble pretzels. I was given instructions on how to make them look that way by Auntie Anne's, who, as I mentioned before, is also raising funds to help support Alex's Lemonade Stand and who can also probably make a much, much better pretzel ribbon. To make them, I made a loop like you see with most cancer awareness ribbons. I took it a step further by looping one end through the loop at the top. I didn't pull it all the way through, however, but instead puffed it up to make it look like a pretzel. I am going to see if I can get my boys to wear these yellow ribbons on their backpacks tomorrow. If they say they look too much like a bow, I will revert back to just the yellow single-looped ribbon. I just thought I would share in case you wanted to wear yellow somewhere for Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.

To help raise funds for childhood cancer research, you can stop by your local Auntie Anne's and purchase a yellow pretzel for $1. You can also receive a $1 coupon off your next pretzel.

I would like to thank Auntie Anne's for reaching out to me to be a part of this campaign and for donating money to this wonderful cause on my behalf. We will keep it going!

Celebrating The Comedic Genius, Joan Rivers: A Multiple Book Giveaway

A couple of years ago, I went inside a large but cramped used book store. As I stared at the rows and rows of books, I thought, "THIS is why I don't want to write a book. It will just end up dusty and forgotten in a place like this one." (Plus, the other reason, of course: no one would buy it.)

 What I had not realized then was that all of the books hanging out all lonely on the warped fake oak shelves served their purposes to someone at some point in time and, hopefully, they would get a chance to do that a second time.

One such book?

This one.

I spotted this 1974 book by Joan Rivers in the small collection of books by comedians. Who knows how long Heidi had been flashing her stuff to people shuffling down the stark white tiled floors of that store? Finally, FINALLY, Heidi had a new home.

Like many of you, I love reading books by comedians. I loved Paul Reiser's Couplehood, Jerry Seinfeld's SeinLanguage, Bill Cosby's Fatherhood and Ellen DeGeneres' book My Point...And I Do Have One that I bought in 1995, among others. I devour books like these. They are not only funny, but they fascinate me. Their wit, their skills and their transparency are sort of intoxicating.

Why did it take me so long to read a book by Joan Rivers?

I think it is because I didn't realize how truly hilarious she was. I think that I truly began to appreciate Joan Rivers' humor when I saw her on The Apprentice. She made me laugh out loud over and over again. She was hilarious off-the-cuff. 

(She could sometimes also be mean, if we are being honest. I am sure that, if I were famous, she would have made fun of me. I have heard her say before that she only made fun of people that were really, really famous. She was self-deprecating, too. I guess that is why she felt the liberty to just put it all out there.)

I still thought she was funny.

Really funny.

And relevant.

(Do you think my grandmother knows who Selena Gomez is?)

(And Iggy Azalea?)

To celebrate Joan Rivers' life and her talents, we would love to give away SIX of her books spanning from 1987 to 2014. The very funny Rebecca (from Frugalista Blog) and I will randomly pick six winners to receive one of these books until all six are given away using Rafflecopter. It is the easiest way to do it, though we do understand that it's a little annoying. We will start from the most recent to the earliest work. 

We will pick the winner by next Friday at noon (central time) and will send the book you won out to you right away.

Here is a close up look at the books:

Good luck!

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How NOT to order at a fast food restaurant

Well, according to my husband, anyway.

I don't care how you order at a fast food restaurant, just as long as it is relatively fast. I don't like much hem hawing around up there at the menu or at the drive through window, either. Actually, I don't like when other people hem haw. I need plenty of time for hem hawing, so I need you not to hem haw so that I can hem haw. There is not enough room in the world for all of us to hem haw.

My husband, however, cares very much about people not hem hawing and mostly he cares that I don't do it. Now, he doesn't get angry if you don't order the way he wants you to order. You will just get the look. Really, I will just get the look. He won't give you the look if you are ordering wrong. He'll just give me the look that he means for you, but he will only give to me. This is how it works around here.

Basically, this is how NOT to order at a fast food restaurant, according to him:

Straying from the menu.

That is pretty much it. He wants no straying. He feels that all straying belongs elsewhere and not at McDonald's, Chick-Fil-A, Wendy's- wherever. You are able to stray left and right at Subway, because Subway is all about the straying, but not the other places. So, Subway is the exception. Stray away at Subway. (Bill me for the new logo, Subway.)

So, this is what you might see on a road trip with us, say, at Sonic.

*pushes red button*

"What can I get for you?"

"I want your #1 [the cheeseburger] but I don't want it with mayonnaise or mustard. I only want it with ketchup."

"So, no lettuce, tomato, pickles or onions?"

"Actually, I do want all of that. I just don't want it with mayonnaise or mustard. I want it with ketchup and all of those other things."

"Okay, so you want---"

"I'm sorry. I actually don't want it with onions."

"Do you want it still want it with cheese?"

"Yes, I do want it with cheese."

"Okay, that will be---"

"I'm sorry. I also don't want it with tater tots. Could I get onion rings instead?"


"And I also need a drink."

"What would you like?"

"I want a large unsweet mint iced tea with two extra Splenda packets."


"Also, I want a kids meal with chicken tenders, but I want a medium drink with that, not just the kid size drink because that thing is TINY, youknowwhati'msayin? Hahaha!!"

In my defense, that cheeseburger is for my son. That is how he likes it. That tea is for me. The chicken tenders are for my other son. This is also just the beginning of my order. I would continue on but you have somewhere to be. Anyway, I have to pause to let you know that I would seriously be getting the look right about this time from my husband.


That is his way of asking if I'm truly serious about all of my requests at a fast food restaurant. This is usually followed by a "You know this isn't a sit down restaurant, right? We're not at Houston's. You aren't supposed to make a hundred changes to the menu. You just eat it like they serve it. This is SONIC."

Hey, I can't help it. We like it how we like it and if we are going to pay money, any amount of money, we want it how we want it.

Are you a high maintenance fast food orderer or do you just eat fresh fruits and vegetables all the livelong day? Fine. You win.

Let's discuss this very pressing topic over on my Facebook page. I would have stayed here to chat it up, but the spammers are all in my business and spammers stink.

One woman's search (okay, mine) for female Benihana hibachi chefs

(I thought that title sounded more Dateline-ish than "Where have all the women Benihana hibachi chefs gone??" It makes it sound more mysterious, right? More like a cliffhanger?)

Seriously, if it's never been obvious to you before that I write my posts without any regard for whether or not people give a flip about the topic, it's got to be now. You'd think I'd want to try harder. People out there don't care about female hibachi chefs and whether or not there are any! People want recipes for brownies! People want tips on how to discipline kids! People want to hear the latest rant about a controversial topic! People want to read emotional stories about loved ones! These are the kinds of things that get a lot of traction on the internet. I've been told this before. I've been given advice about how to drive more traffic to my site before.

But, would you look at me?

If you are still reading, well, I thank you.

And the struggling female hibachi chefs of the world thank you.

Hahaha!!  Women?!  Sayonara to that!  No women here!

Enjoying the culinary talents of hibachi chefs at Japanese restaurants (ahem, Benihana's) is something my family loves to do.  We love to see them chopchopchopchopping the heck outta some scrambled eggs.  We love opening our mouths in an effort to catch a clump of rice launched from a couple of feet in front of us.  We love to watch them aim the clump of rice at my sons' mouths but miss and land rice in their hair eight times in a row.  We love laughing at them when they say, "Meow" as they begin to slice into some raw chicken.  Nothing makes us gasp more than a wall of fire that is then extinguished by a plastic man peeing on the flames (I've only seen that once and never at Benihana's).  And we never cease to be amazed at how they can flip a raw egg all over the place with their spatula and then crack it on its edge while never actually touching it with bare hands.


But, as impressive as all of that is, I become distracted at those hot Japanese tables.  As I glance around the room full of other people clapping and laughing and chowing down on the delicious fried rice and guzzling ginger dressing off of the iceberg lettuce salad, I notice there are no women hibachi chefs.  This doesn't upset me or anything. I mean, maybe women just don't want to be hibachi chefs.  I asked our hibachi man and he said he had never known a woman to don the red chef's hat and entertain the masses with her quick stir-frying skills.  Not feeling satisfied with his isolated experience, though, I picked up the phone not too long ago to call about ten other Benihanas to ask them about their experience with women hibachi chefs.

"Konnichiwa.  Thanks for calling Benihana.  How may I help you?"

"Hi.  I have a question for you.  Could you tell me if you have any women hibachi chefs at your restaurant?"

"Yes, we do have lemon hibachi shrimp.  We would just add some lemon to the shrimp, but we can do that.  No problem."

"No, I didn't say lemon hibachi shrimp.  I said women hibachi chefs."

"Ohhh!!  Hahaha!!  Okay.  Ummm.  Well, there is a woman that helps hand the food to the chef.  She helps him get ready."

"But, are there any actual women chefs there?"

"No.  No, not since I've worked here."

"Do you know why?  Have there been any women applicants?  Are they just not suited for the job?  What's the deal?"

"I really don't know.  I have no clue."

That was the response I received from the majority of the Benihanas I called, except that was the only guy that thought I said lemon hibachi shrimp. Only two said that they had a woman chef at one point long, long ago.  One gentleman said she had to leave due to "issues she had to take care of" and the other one didn't know why she had left.  One guy I called actually told me why he thought women didn't really cut it as hibachi chefs:

"Well, there just so many things to do.  They have clean up, scrape table, sweep up.  Too much for them.  They have stay late, work hard.  After that, no time for family.  That why women no hibachi chefs."

Aha!!! So, according to him, women may not want to be hibachi chefs because they wouldn't have time for their families! That must be the bottom line in what this man was saying, because, if there is one thing most women know how to do, it's clean, scrape and sweep! Can I get an Amen??

Thanks to the good ol' Internet, I did eventually find ONE woman hibachi chef, but it still looks like she is in training.

I bet she'll be a good one and something tells me she won't make plastic men pee on the flames.

Ooo!!! Just before I hit "publish", I thought I would do ONE more search and- look!- I found another one!!!! I can't believe it! Maybe times are changing!

If I get some time later today, I may call ten more hibachi places. If I don't hear that they have any females chopchopchopping it up, I'll go picket. Well, I'll go picket after getting a salad with some of that ginger dressing on top with a gallon of ginger dressing on the side. I'M IN LOVE WITH IT.

Why don't you think there are more women hibachi chefs?

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What Does Your Last Name Mean? (Alternate title: You guys have just GOT to hear what name was given to one of my ancestors. THE BEST ONE YET.)

Do you know what I love most about Ancestry.com?

It shows that people matter.

People aren't forgotten.

Actually, people are forgotten, but Ancestry.com helps us all remember them. Let's be real. We will one day just be people that lived long ago on a family tree. I have researched all the way back to my 6th great grandfather so far on my dad's side. Nobody remembers that dude. That places that man, Captain Jones R. Fuller, way back there. He was born in 1735 and died in 1815. He was 80 years old when he left out of here. He lived and died in North Carolina. I'm still waiting to figure out the exact coordinates where his 6th great grandfather was born, but I haven't made it that far.

The thing is, just because people lived so, so long ago doesn't mean they mattered any less than any of we do now. They laughed. They told stories. They burped. They cried. They told jokes. I'm almost certain they farted. They gave hugs. They said the wrong things. They loved their families.

They were human.

I think, honestly, learning more about my family makes me feel more human and more finite. This isn't depressing, but inspiring. It makes me want to make these days that I do have here on earth matter. I don't want them to be wasted.

(Don't get me wrong. I still enjoy plenty of couch sitting and I can really eat the heck out of a bag of Pirate's Booty. Just let me get philosophical and poetic for a second, would you?)

I honestly feel like sifting through Ancestry.com is like going on a treasure hunt. When you find that your family member is in another person's family tree, you will see that they have done a lot of work for you already. It seriously feels like hitting the jackpot. A small jackpot, sure, but a jackpot.

My FAVORITE finding so far is that I have a relative named...

Wait for it...

I think I'll make you scroll down for this one.

Maybe scroll a little more?

He's SO worth it.



The guy's name is Barzilla. I can't even get over it. I tried to give myself some time, but time didn't help me get over it. That's the guy's name. Nowadays, he could get his own TV show. Right after "Bridezillas" would be "Barzilla"'s own show. It would be just scenes of him going to different bars.

"Whaddya got?" Barzilla slurs out to the bartender.

"Well, we've got everything, sir. We've got just about anything you'd want. May I ask why you are dressed like you are from the Revolutionary War?"

"Because, I AM from the Revolutionary War, ya nitwit!"

"Oh, okay. So sorry, sir. What can I get you?"

"I'll take a cognac! The best one ya got!"

"Alright." The bartender gets out the glass and pours it.

Barzilla downs it, wipes his mouth with his revolutionary war outfit's sleeve, hacks a bit, coughs again and then yells, "I DON'T LIKE IT!"

*He throws the cognac glass against the wall and it shatters in thousands of pieces.*

This scene would just be repeated over and over. Barzilla requests a drink in a cranky, slurred voice. Barzilla downs it fast. Barzilla yells that he doesn't like it. Barzilla smashes the glass against the wall.

I think it would be a hit.

Besides learning of really awesome names in your family, time spent on Ancestry.com also helps you see the transformations that your last name has gone through. In addition, you can find out more about the meaning of your last name. If you go to Twitter, you can see what others have found by searching the hashtag #surnameproject.

For example, my mother's grandmother's last name was "Anderau", but many spelled it "Anderaw". Pretty sure Mildred Sue just got sick and tired of saying, "Anderau. A-N-D-E-R-A-U" to the local post master. She had it up to here! It was probably her that pointed her hard working finger in her father's direction and said, "We're droppin' the ewe and adding a dubya, Daddeh!"

Mildred Sue would probably be totally flabbergasted to see what we have at our disposal in this day and age. She thought she could pull over the addition of that "w" without us finding out. Mildred Sue had no way of knowing that Ancestry.com would exist one day and certainly had no clue that there would be a very-easy-to-access page allllll about your last name.

You guys, this has made me all kinds of excited- even more excited than I was when I found out about Barzilla. I had no clue that something like this existed. To find out lots and lots and lots about your last name without doing anything besides typing it in, you will go to Ancestry.com, find "surname project" and type in your last name.

A screen like this one will pop up:

I did a quick search for "Holt", which is my maiden name, and found that, not surprisingly, there is a high concentration of Holts here in Texas. Hardly any Holts live in North Dakota, which is disappointing because I was hoping to stay with family on a future vacation there.

The bar at the top that goes from 1840 to 1920 will show you how people with your last name have dispersed over the years. It looks like the Holts decided they were too good for New Mexico and Arizona. They skipped right over those states and planted their behinds in California. Most Holt families came from England and most of them came from Lancashire.

There really are so many interesting twists and turns you can go down while on this one particular page. For example, you can see how many of the people with your last name were in the Civil War and you can discover which side they were on. The Holts were pretty even on the Union and Confederate side, with a few more in the Confederacy.

Just think of all the fun facts you can learn about your own last name. You can play a game of Last Name Trivia at your next family get-together. You can try to stump your grandmother. She may think she can remember way back to the old days, but can she remember as far back as Barzilla?

If you are interested in finding out if you have any Barzillas in your family or learning more about your last name, please go here for a free trial of Ancestry.com. I think the five minutes you spend on the page above is more than worth a visit over there.

Thanks to Ancestry.com for sponsoring today's post!

Now, excuse me while I wait by the phone to see if any producers are interested in a show called "Barzilla". If they are, I'm going to need some of you as extras.


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