Today, after evidently being stung by the geneology beetle, Sarah called and started making wild claims that according to familysearch.com we are descendents from Oden-Woden king of Asgard (AKA “Thor the thunder god’s” father). You know Thor, He’s the one with the big hammer and lightning bolts from that movie last year. You can imagine my skepticism. After all, I’ve wielded a ball-peen a time or three in my day and I’ve never found myself in control of any lightning bolts. Clearly any son of Thor’s father should be able to kick a little trash The only trash that I have ever kicked was in a video game, and even then I was cheating. (haha I said “peen” haha)

Anyway, I think I strayed from the point a little bit. Fact is ladies – In my quest to disprove Sarah’s outlandish claims of our alleged blood ties with a Norse god, I ran across a delightful king in our lineage. His noble name can be found below .

Yeah, I stopped searching once I found “The Fart”. There really was no reason to go on at that point. One would think, knowing me, that I had altered this screen-shot in an act of tomfoolery using my not-insignificant computer geek skillz, but no. I have not. As proof, you may look him up on the Wikipedia which is widely known as the greatest source of truth in the universe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eystein_Halfdansson . Granted, if you followed my link you would have found that Wikipedia claims that “the fart” possibly meant “the swift”…Fair enough - but I maintain, what exactly make him so swift? Could it have been the brisk and stinky wind that blew on occasion out of his southerly bits? You be the judge. All I know is - It took a dastardly warlock blowing into a cloak to kill him and that makes me wonder what kind of arsenal the man wielded from the depths of his bowels!

Alas king toot. If only you had been a tiny bit “swifter”

I for one plan on living up to the legacy that Mr. “The Fart” has left me as his descendent. I pity my wife and daughter.

That is all.