Ha yea, thing is I'm back at home now. I cut class this morning. I'm having a reaction to some of the meds I'm on for my throat infection. It isn't cool. Hopefully I'll be better and back around by the end of the week.....we'll see.

-Jake

 

What am I...a salesman or something???

Good afternoon...everybody but Pat!!! Just kidding...hello Pat!!!

 

Sorry Ken My bad!! Good afternoon to you!!!

 

I was wondering what happened to you man! I hope your feeling better!

 

It sucks. Never in my life have I been on this many meds at once, and never have I had a reaction to something I was prescribed.......oh well. I go back at 2:30 and we'll see what happens....

-Jake

 

 

When else would you eat there???LOL!

 

Is that a Jake sighting?!? Hey man, sorry to hear you're not feeling well. My boss is threatening to send us all in for kennel cough vaccinations around here, it just keeps recycling. I suppose it's because it's been a cold winter and everyone and their germs are staying inside more.

 

I'm getting ready to get out of here and head to the doctor for a little chemical bliss myself. This is why we should just ban winter all together!

 

I'd be ok with banning winter, provided summer always stays at about 78 degrees and no humidity!

 

Hope you feel better Pat

 

Morning Nebraska

 

 

Two 90-year-old women, Roseann and Vicki, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Roe was dying, Vicki visited her every day.

One day Vicki said, "Roe, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played it all through high school. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball there."





Roe looked up at Vicki from her deathbed, "Vicki, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."

Shortly after that, Roe passed on.





At midnight a couple of nights later, Vicki was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of
white light and a voice calling out to her, "Vicki,Vicki."





"Who is it?" asked Vicki, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"





"Vicki --it's me, Roe."



"You're not Roe. Roe just died."



"I'm telling you, it's me, Roe," insisted the voice.



"Roe! Where are you?"





"In Heaven," replied Roe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."





"Tell me the good news first," said Vicki.





"The good news," Roe said, "is that there's softball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired."





"That's fantastic," said Vicki. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So...what's the bad news?"





"You're pitching Tuesday."