One of many breathtaking pictures that Katie took from (or of) the Cliffs of Moher last weekend. She had a great time in Ireland with four mates and a rented car; they stayed in an adorable little lodge and traipsed around the countryside.
Oh, okay, here's one more (as always, click for big). Y'all know what I'm thinking when I see ones like these, don't you? "Oh, Sandy would LOVE this!"
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I'm relieved that my SIL's sister has arrived and will be here all week. It's a good week for her to be here. My brother will have a tracheotomy tomorrow, so that he need not be intibated anymore and also allowing them to reduce the sedation medication. They're hoping to do surgery tomorrow to fix the C7. It's still all about patience and prayers.
One of Mom's favorites was when "John and Joe" would play Garbage Man. They'd even take time off from their hard work and go fishing. Annie would sit on the basement steps with a "fishing pole," the line dangling over the side -- Michael would, too, if he was able to talk one of us girls into helping out. We would tie a stuffed animal to the end of the line and give it a good tug, or if we couldn't be talked into it, Mike would do it just for Ann. "Wow! You got a big one, Joe!!"