#whosmydaddy

A quick update in the "Holy Shitballs, Anderson (not really my name?) Is Such White Trash Saga... My father’s sister, Patricia, has DNA on file with 23andMe. Her daughter, Jamie, has worked all morning to try to link these accounts. I was about ready to murder her for the suspense. First she was horrified to find that I share no DNA... with her husband. Finally, she got the correct accounts linked, and the official verdict is that I'm not an Anderson. No fucking clue WHAT I am, but not an Anderson. Perhaps it's for the best; Jamie is supposed to be one of the smart ones. I've got a few relatives in 23andMe, but the closest is a 2nd or 3rd cousin. I didn't recognize names of anyone. I guess the first step is to make sure that my declaration of my mother as a hobag is indeed appropriate, so I asked my younger brother to test for fun. I didn't want to push him too hard into it or he'd run straight to my "dad", and I wasn't ready for that. He...

You guys have asked me to create a blog, and so here it is! I'm going to see if it will let me date these backward so it stays in line with original posts, and I'll probably be adding a little content to the original posts. My mother-in-law has been utterly fascinated by 23andMe after she sent in her sample and they identified her granddaughter as a relative; as this tale unfolds, one thing I have learned is that a lot of this damn boomer generation does NOT understand the basic concepts of DNA and inheritance. She bought her son and I kits (as well as other family members) for Christmas. We kinda forgot about them, and finally sent them off about two weeks ago, and the results came in today. MIL has repeatedly cracked jokes about how we can now find out if her son is really hers, so hope she isn't hiding anything! I have been told my entire life from my father’s side that we are more than half Swedish, with much of the rest being Irish. My mother’s side is suppose...