Besh - I came home from work today and crashed and burned. I didn't realize how tired I was until I sat down and fell asleep! LOL I do have to say that all 4 orientations went well. We had a few criers, but that is to be expected. We have 4-5 STRONG willed kids in my M-W-F AM class, that have the potential for problems, but I will keep my fingers crossed that all goes well. Our Steelers play on Sunday and I think we all have high hopes for the team this year, since we have a new coach. DeeMarie - I have dried herbs the way that Suzanne said, but I am too impatient most of the time to let them dry naturally. I pick them, wash them, spin them dry and lay them on a cookie sheet. Then I pop them in a pre-heated 200ºF oven and let them sit for about an hour. I turn off the heat and let them stay in the oven overnight, then crumble them and put them in a jar the next morning. I do usually make pesto with the basil first, and I freeze that in an ice cube tray. I have found that the chives are easiest to just wash, dry and chop and put straight in the freezer instead of drying. Hope that helps. NHSuzanne - I hope your face feels better now. You need to hang some orange reflective tape on those tree branches! LOL Hope you are having a great weekend with SP. I am hanging in the house tonight and tomorrow and then going to my DMIL's for lunch on Sunday. Other than that, I just want to relax. I have a crib quilt to finish by next weekend, so I will work on that as much as I can. Hope everyone has a great weekend. Marci

Hey, guys, get out of your Monday's blues rut, O.K? Sometimes I ask folks if they know what's great about retirement, and when they say that they don't ... ... I put on a big smile, make a small jump in the air and say, either, "Every day's weekend!", or "Every day's vacation!" ole joyfuelled

Each Friday night after work, ole country boy Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook venison (deer) steaks. But all of Bubba’s neighbors were Catholic, and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating red meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful in that community that they talked to their priest about talking to Bubba. The priest came to visit Bubba and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass. The priest sprinkled holy water over him and said, “You were born a Baptist and raised as a Baptist, but now you are Catholic.” Bubba’s neighbors were greatly relieved, until the next Friday night arrived and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood once again. The priest was called immediately by the neighbors. As the priest rushed into Bubba’s yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement. There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water, which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat while chanting, “You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you are a catfish.”

I like that, ded. :) Glenda, yours is very depressing--I sure do miss my older friends who have passed. I find myself watching old sitcoms to keep my spirits up. Well, they're not up, but not quite as down as they were. Our weird, dark skies don't help.