Some Additions to Murphy's Law ......

Law of Mechanical Repair:
After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begins to itch or you'll have to pee.



Law of the Workshop:
Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible
corner.


Law of Probability:
The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the
stupidity of your act.



Law of the Telephone:
If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal.


Law of the Alibi:
If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.


Variation Law:
If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now (works every time).



Law of the Bath :
When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.


Law of Close Encounters:
The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.


Law of the Result:
When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.


Law of Bio mechanics:
The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the
reach.


Law of the Theatre:
At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.


Law of Coffee:
As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something, which will last until the coffee is
cold.


Murphy's Law of Lockers:
If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.


Law of Rugs/Carpets:
The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.

Law of Logical Argument:
Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking
about.


Brown's Law
If the shoe fits, it's ugly.


Wilson's Law:
As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop
making it.



The Law of intelligence:
The difference between GENIUS and STUPIDITY is that genius has its limits.


Extended Law of physics:
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and sometimes a scar.

The Story Tellers.

We are the Chosen Ones. I believe in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors, to put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before.

We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family, you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I, and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish, and how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do.





With love and caring I mark each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to the one called in the next generation to answer the call and take his or her place in the long line of family storytellers. That, is why I am creating my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

THE FINAL INSPECTION ....

The Soldier stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.


"Step forward now, you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"


The Soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, my Lord, I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.


I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is very rough.


But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
I worked lots of unpaid overtime,
Even though my bills got steep.


And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept an unmanly tear.





I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.


If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.


There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.





"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."


~Author Unknown~