Jillian is a college student in Normal, Illinois (yes, Normal Illinois might be an oxymoron).Jillian's site is called A Day in the Life of a College Student
Jillian is a regular visitor to it's Jim.
Jillian has been reading It's Jim longer than almost anyone else.
I am very bad at visiting Jillian's site on a regular basis, or at leaving comments on her site.
She is such a fine person that I feel that my very presence will somehow corrupt her.
I had promised that I would visit more frequently, but I haven't.
Jillian left seven comments today on seven different posts.
She has the attention of the mule!
2 comments:
Wholly crap talk about a bookmark flag ha ha - Thanks for the traffic Jim! ;-)
LOL -- And I have no idea what made me leave 7 comments...wow you counted them all?
I'll stop leaving so many comments now. ;-)
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it's a famous old joke:
It wasn't that long ago when a farmer looked to buy a mule from his neighbor. He asked the neighbor if the mule had any particular problems.
"No," was what his neighbor replied. "This mule will do anything you ask him to do. All you have to do is ask him nicely." Then he added, "Just make certain you never mistreat my mule if you buy him." The price was fair, and the mule looked healthy, so the farmer bought the mule.
The very next day, the farmer wanted to begin his spring plowing and break some new sod that was pretty thick with prairie grass. So, he burned off the top layer of grass and sharpened his plow blades so the horse could pull the plow through the tough roots and ready the field for planting. He hitched the mule to the plow and said, "Git up!"
The mule, however, had no intention of pulling that plow and paid no attention to the farmer at all. The farmer tried talking nicely until his face nearly turned blue. Then he stomped angrily over to the farm where he bought the mule.
"I think you lied to me," he told his neighbor. "You said all I had to do was talk nicely, and the mule would do anything I asked of him."
That's when the neighbor picked up a wooden two-by-four that was leaning against his barn. He strode right over to the farmer's house without saying a word. He walked right up to the mule and hit it in the head with the two-by-four. After walloping the mule, the man walked up by the mule's ear and whispered, "Please pull that plow."
The mule started moving as fast as he could, pulling that steel plow through the tough prairie sod. "I thought you told me to never mistreat your mule," the farmer told his neighbor with a questioning look on his face.
The farmer hesitated and said, "Like I said - talkin' nice to him works every time. But, sometimes you have to get his attention first."
Wow! I had indeed noticed all the recent comments from Jillian. :-D But I thought she was a new reader.
Okay, must go read about a day in the life of a college student now. Not that that's really something I want to remember...
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