About a year ago I sent dna into both FTDNA and Ancestry.com. The results were very similar, as they should be, but there is a striking difference a year on: the Ancestry results are changing!
I found the original FTDNA map and it’s the same as today’s:
Of course I couldn’t find the original Ancestry map, but trust me… it’s different.
NOW I have Greek/Italian ancestors, albeit not many. And a smidgen of Jewish! I figure that’s Adam and Eve. Yes, Ancestry is just that good; they’ve traced my origins to the beginning of time.
Give them another year and I’ll be Pocahontas’ freaking cousin. How does that work? I know they figure in people’s ancestors who are related to me via DNA, but are they taking for granted ALL their predecessors are mine?
Wow. While not the best photo ever, I love the detail of the wing. Didn’t want to take it in full sun (note the white bars on the wings) but still!
Daisy working on her chewy… other than chicken necks, this is her favorite.. Probably because it lasts longer.
And my first Lost Ocean page. Huzzah!
It must be Spring!! The avocado trees are blooming, the plumeria is leafing and yes, even the bougainvillea has awoken.
There’s been some new growth on the fence, thank goodness. Can’t grow fast enough for me.
Badger hates having her picture taken. She thinks it steals her soul or something, so if she knows the camera is pointed at her it’s a full snark situation.
Here she almost can’t believe the thing is after her again.
I think you can judge this expression for yourself:
And she’s such a sweet, happy girl otherwise. Oh, well.
Daisy, on the other hand, could care less. Or she doesn’t have the brain power to realize what is transpiring.
*No idea; just wanted to write it.
I do for Tuesdays.
The man is working on something. A cooler; I don’t know. He’s doing something with fiberglass.
I love his hands. That is all.
Daisy on the sofa. Just because she’s so damn cute.
And I threw a big ‘ol clove of garlic into a pot and it put down roots. We’ll see what happens next.
That’s basically my day. Must return to cleaning now. Ta!
…when we watch Downton Abbey.
It fits, I think.
No, it’s not a sitrep sort of thing. Well, kind of.
I continued to work on the hedge this weekend. Well, Sunday. All that’s left is the lily bed and to plant more ivy.
Hope you all like looking at me as much as I like looking at you. Which is not at all. That huge green wall made so much difference. Like it was my own secret garden.
Well, with dog shit.
I hate living on a postage stamp.