YOU KNOW YOU'RE TAKING GENEALOGY TOO SERIOUSLY IF......
You are the only person to show up at the cemetery research party with a
shovel.
To put the "final touches" on your genealogical research, you've asked all
of
your closest relatives to provide DNA samples.
You were instrumental in having "non-genealogical use of the genealogy room
copy machine" classified as a federal hate crime.
Your house leans slightly toward the side where your genealogical records are
stored.
Out of respect for your best friend's unquestioned reputation for honesty and
integrity, you are willing to turn off that noisy surveillance camera while
she reviews your 57 genealogical research notebooks in your home. The armed
security guard, however, will remain.
During an ice storm and power outage, you ignore the pleas of your shivering
spouse and place your last quilt around that 1886 photograph of dear Uncle
George.
Ed McMahon, several t.v. cameras and an envelope from Publishers Clearing
House arrive at your front door on Super Bowl Sunday, amd the first thing you
say is, "Are you related to the McMahons of Ohio?"
"A Loving Family" and "Financial Security" have moved up to second and
third,
respectively, on your list of life's goals, but still lag far behind "Owning
My Own Microfilm Reader."
A genie appears and agrees to grant one wish, and you ask that the 1890
census be restored.