shazrasha: (upgrade)
It's been quite a while since I was ill quite this often (twice in four weeks is novel for me)...and I am not enjoying it. Lets be honest none of us really like being ill. You don't have the energy to do anything and if you did you feel guilty that you aren't doing what you should be.

With no real way of combatting my current cold, bar herbal teas (in large quantity) and the odd steaming of the brain, I've slowly made my way through most of the tissues in the house. The only thing that implies that I'm fighting back is my random lapses into sleep where my body pulls at my consciousness so hard that I can fall asleep in the middle of plot laden conversation, much to the amused annoyance of [livejournal.com profile] choccoweeble who hadn't noticed, being behind her laptop screen at the time.

So it's Saturday...a slightly less guilt ridden day to be ill as I have no plans. My brother is on his way over with a shirt and jumper he's accidentally dyed pink, in the hope that I can accomplish some form of rescue. The living room looks like Larp exploded all over it and I'm wondering if I can muster the energy to do what I should have done on Monday to clean it away.

I'm bored as heck...Really. I've not the mental dexterity amongst all the cotton wool to do anything constructive and I'm beginning to feel isolated. Strange how being ill makes the time I would have been on my own anyway rather more boring than otherwise.

If you're online and fancy a chat it would certainly improve the outlook of my day. You needn't worry about me sounding pitiful as conversation always cheers me up, unless you phone me...my voice has gone funny and pitiful is a side effect. This is the main reason I thought work was a bit of a loss. Even if I could focus enough to do it, answering the phone would have been a disaster.
shazrasha: (jenkins beware)
For those that don't know my brother has joined me in my downward spiral of working towards being outsourced. This means constant teasing but does make the days less annoying.

He has decided, in order to alleviate the boredem of the quiet days, to write up our family tree online. He's been using a site called Ancestry.co.uk which looks up records for you and suggests them as matches (the tree itself is private as it contains living members of the family who may not wish to be named online). It also looks at other family trees and shows possible matches from other people's research.

Using a family tree that another member of the family has set up as a basis, we (I help in the most passive way I can) started to add members to the tree bit by bit.

The first thing we realised is that with a free account you can't quite go looking everywhere but that wasn't too much of an issue as you could still get the names it was just harder to confirm some of them.

The second was that for some reason unbeknowst to us, it seemed almost impossible to list illegitimate children with both parents unless you married them off...which seems to defeat the whole point of the illegitimacy in the first place.

That aside the interface is quite easy and you can add birth place and death place along with the dates. However when looking at the slightly older sections of the tree and seeing what others had put before us we started to notice some strange things.

My mother's father's daughter's son )

Death book entry )

Profile

shazrasha: (Default)
shazrasha

August 2010

S M T W T F S
1234567
8 910 11121314
15161718 192021
22 232425262728
293031    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 11th, 2025 06:33 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios