Big Tanks


image courtesy of Sandia National Laboratories

Thanks so much to all of you!

They’re treating my Mom for pneumonia.
It’s going to be wait and see.

I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks again for all your kind words and e-mails.

Oh! Almost forgot -
“Good Job” to Jason (no, not Jason - see, I did it again, Troy) for his hosting of the Second Rascal Fair. That should be Troy, who I keep calling Jason. Troy has told me that he has a brother named Jason, and he’s used to it. But it’s still no excuse. Sorry AGAIN, Troy! I can’t even remember my nephew’s name…

9 Responses to “Big Tanks”

  1. weese Says:

    oh K! I have been busy and just stopped by today.
    Prayers for your mom.
    -lisa

  2. L Says:

    I hope she gets well soon… pneumonia is no fun!

  3. Christine Says:

    My prayers are still with your mom! I hope she has a speedy recovery!! ((hugs))

  4. Candace Says:

    ‘Hope you’ll get some good news on your mom soon! We’ll keep some good thoughts for her.

  5. Anonymous Says:

    I do believe I saw one of those on the Red Mountain Freeway (AZ 202) the other day…

    Sorry to hear your ma has pneumonia (many annums ago, I got hit by walking pneumonia while I was working at a Circle K, and had to spend two weeks on my back–and I was realatively young at the time). At least it’s not cancer, but pneumonia is bad enough.

    So stay strong. Thinking of y’all.

    Sheba’s person.

  6. Aimee Says:

    So glad for the update. I hope that things will be better for you all very soon.

  7. granny Says:

    I hope it heals up well and quick.

    I know you might not be around for this, but I’ll catch you anyway.

    Tag–You’re It!

    If one of your guest bloggers wants to do it fine, and if you want to do it later just let me know so that I don’t miss out on the answers!

    Best of luck to you!

  8. granny Says:

    Thanks, I got it. Checked out your boks and your librarian in Texas…That thing about six degrees of separation is really pretty true!

  9. Goatopolis Says:

    No worries, you or anybody can call me anything. I’ll go by just about any name. Actually my brother’s name is isn’t Jason, but it begins with a T. To make you feel better, my mother and just about everybody in Richey would call me by his name. I guess that’s the problem of being the youngest sibling of three. (TLH)

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