What I am talking about is this. I awake every morning and look in the mirror. Several questions pop into my mind. The biggest is "Damn, how did I get to be so good looking?" Second question is "Who am I?" You look at me and you can tell that I look Native American. I mean, throw me in a loin cloth, stick a can of cigars in my hand, put me in front of a dime store and I could sell cigars for a living.
|Dino, is that you?|
Before I get into that, some of you may not know that I was adopted when I was a "wee little lass"(hint). Adopted by a great father and mother who I love extremely. They made me into the person that I am today. My sense of humor comes from my mother and my work ethic comes from my dad. My Italian name has thrown people off for years. I have found my birth mother but have no information about a father.
Now back to the results. Biggest percentage is Native American-35%. I thought it would have been more like 50% at least with my character traits. But when I think about it, 100's of years of America being a melting pot and what not, is 35% these days considered to be quite a lot? I don't know.
Next highest percentage is Irish. 17%. I have a new enthusiasm for celebrating St. Patrick's day and I just might buy a kilt. I dare you to look up it. I double dog dare you.
Next, Scandinavian- 15%. That explains why I was always good at the game of Husker Du.
I can see the resemblance.
Then the lesser percentages are as follows.
Great Britain-7%. Bloody hell you say!
Iberian Peninsula- 5% Where is that?
Finland and Europe west-each 4%
It also breaks it down further in those areas to specific regions. It is very interesting. Ancestry.com will also send you a list of people with DNA matches. According to Ancestry.com there are over 800 people that are somehow related to me as 2nd cousins and further related out to 6th cousins. I can not afford that family reunion.
Armed with all this new knowledge I don't know what to do with, I think I will go kilt shopping. I wonder if Amazon sells them? I bet they do. I also know why I have a calling to wear loin clothes. I was also dabbling in some name changes. The scandinavian in me likes Sven Swensen or Ole' Olivieri. My Irish self likes Patty O' Furnichur.
Maybe someday I will find out that my father was Fabio. That would explain the first question I asked at the beginning.
And I thought that I wouldn't have anything to blog about this summer.
Our work gig is going well. We are on the downward slope before we pull up anchor and head down the Amazon. We are learning that it is hard to get stuff done that we need to do when you work 5 days a week. Our 2 days off we end up just running errands, visiting people, helping our son and mother-in-law. It is keeping us busy and we are looking forward to a vacation. At least I am. Yes, Lisa, I said the "v" word. Or at least another pink margarita day. Until the sun gets over the missen mast.