Over the weekend many people went camping or took long road trips to celebrate the long weekend. I hit the road as well, but only about 250 miles north to my hometown to see my family and to help put in a new water tank for my mom on the farm.

My brother Mike, bless his heart, did most of the heavy lifting by digging the hole and trenching for the water line. A 12-foot deep hole for the new 6000-gallon water tank and then an eight-foot-deep trench for the water line (have to make sure it's below the frost line - it gets crazy cold up north). My sisters and I were there for moral support and to flex out muscle when it came time to lower the tank into the hole and boss him around a little. Now, most people would just hire someone to have it done, but that is not the Gallagher way. We prefer to put the blood, sweat, and tears into it ourselves (why, I'm not always sure). It's not that it was hard work, but it rained and it was cold and muddy and the mud up at my parents' place is like clay when it first gets wet, and it turns to almost slime, so it took a little fancy footwork to stay on our feet.

It's funny that as you're growing up with your siblings, you fight and argue with them, but don't let anyone else pick on them or else, right? I can honestly say as adults, we all get along very well and still come together and support each other and are willing to lend a hand or two when needed.  Especially for our mom. We worked well together this weekend, well, up until the part where I dropped my brother's pipe wrench in the 12-foot hole after putting the tank in, but that's another story. What did you do over the long weekend?