Growing up in the Mormon church, one thing that is huge deal to the flock is the genealogy and doing work related to it. It was normal, everyday conversation for someone to speak of working on their family tree, and discovering that they were related to Queen Elizabeth, President Abraham Lincoln, Madame Curie or some other great person in history that did great things.
I'm convinced that if I dug in deep into my ancestral background, you would find that I am somehow related to Larry the Cable Guy or Roseanne Barr.
You may wonder why I bring this up. Well, I'm going to get to that in a minute.
I do bag on the White Trash demographic quite a bit. But the way I see it, I can and be without guilt. Because within my family tree, lies enough Whiskey Tango to sell out a Garth Brooks concert. Mostly on my Dad's side. If you were in northern Kansas, southern Nebraska, and chucked an empty Milwaukee's Best can, you would hit someone I am related to.
You still may be wondering why I mention this. Well, it's a disclaimer of sorts. You know, before anyone harps on me for making fun of NASCAR Nation. I am somewhat of an ex-patriot. I can speak the language. I understand the customs.
And I die a little inside knowing this.
With that in mind...I will share with you my Christmas activities. Stay tuned.