The sister loves her vest.
Well, she looks great in it, doesn't she? She was thrilled with how the colors complimented her red hair. Wow, is that the vest I knit?
This half Hungarian sister is also....well, half-irish. Looks just like my mother. Born the day after my mom lost her dad. Genes are really really incredible. I get to see this in my work. Powerful things. She's the only one of us with red hair.
When she visited over the Thanksgiving holidays she mentioned that now that she is back in the Midwest, she notices how we end our sentences with prepositions. We do? I am probably the worst at this. I guess I'm am not such a language snob after all, eh? I am well aware that my English teachers would cringe at my writing habits. I prefer to think of the blog as a dialogue with you. So I write as I speak, sort of. Heee hee heeee. This means I am really choosing to use share our vernacular in this little blog. So there. It is what the blog is made of......Sorry Sister Catherine Madigan.
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I am half Irish, too - my hubby is 100% (both parents were born there)... so my kids are more Irish than I am! :)