Jo had a school project she was working on this week on ancestry. She had to create a family shield, which was basically a poster board shield divided into quadrants with family info, such as the countries from which the family originated, words that describe the family and activities the family enjoys. The last quadrant was basically free-space, where she could put whatever she wanted. First she put our last name in big puffy letter stickers. Then we decided it would be neat to go back several generations on both sides (mine and Mr. Picklebottom's) and put all the different last names of the families that came together to ultimately result in Jo.
[Some background: My father has this cousin who is WAY into genealogy, and for some reason there was a point at which she sent my mother a bunch of genealogy research stuff and family trees. My mother had given it to me (because what did she care, she and my father were divorced and it wasn't HER family) and I had stuck it in a box in the back of my closet where it's been for YEARS. The only thing I remembered from it is that there is a note in the margin of the Queen of England's family tree with an arrow that said something like "These are your great-grandmother's parents. You and your brother are 10th cousins to the Queen." At the time, I thought it was pretty cool, until I realized that the royal family has been SNUBBING ME all these years. I never got an invite to a royal wedding or even to the Queen's big birthday bash. What's up with THAT?]
So because I couldn't come up with all the last names off the top of my head, I headed to the box to see what I could find. Turns out I'm serious frickin' royalty, dude. The Emperor Charlemagne, William the Conqueror, several King Edwards, King Ferdinand, lots of other kings, hell even Old King Cole (he WAS a merry old soul) was WAY WAY back there after one of the Caesars. All this is well and good, but I'm wondering... where's my share of the inheritance?