the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
Since he’s been on Rispeidone for awhile, we’re going to try to get his blood drawn for the first time tomorrow and see how that goes. Anyway, if this ends up being the last post I make, I lived a good life.
It impresses me that my oldest son has a bit more in the Other European section than I do, but everything else of his lines up with his ancestry reports and my own. I’ve been able to trace his family line through me, and through his paternal grandmother with ease. (It also seems that he primarily got Jewish DNA from me!)
This may only be six seconds into the song, but it used to be one of my favorite songs until I heard the game.