Michael flew out to Salt Lake on Thursday and I flew out on Friday. I was able to finish last minute packing for myself and the kids and pack anything Michael forgot (which he always does:). I'm not scared to fly, but I seem to get a lot more nervous when Michael and I fly together. Something about spontaneous combustion and our children not have parents. Anyhow...

I'd like to say that I'm now fascinated with Family History, but I'm not..right now. While I'm interested in a slightly detached manner, it seems very consuming (and never ending). I was enlisted as Michael's "research assistant", which meant that I helped find microfilm. I did bring a book and enjoyed the two days of being "kid free".
Back to reality.
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And now you can add "research assistant" to your resume - should Michael's plane ever combust and you need to support your poor fatherless children.
I am interested in genealogy...very. So if need be let me know and I can run on down and be a runner or flunky or whatever. I just need to learn a vast amount more than I do now to be any good at all to the cause.
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