tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post114646538190352068..comments2023-09-24T05:51:03.030-05:00Comments on It's Jim: Hit with 2 x 4 to get attentionJimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07948285006605333380noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1146518032690555162006-05-01T16:13:00.000-05:002006-05-01T16:13:00.000-05:00Wow! I had indeed noticed all the recent comments...Wow! I had indeed noticed all the recent comments from Jillian. :-D But I thought she was a new reader.<BR/><BR/>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...<BR/><BR/>love meaganmeaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10678452273425955928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18303856.post-1146513650987954552006-05-01T15:00:00.000-05:002006-05-01T15:00:00.000-05:00Wholly crap talk about a bookmark flag ha ha - Tha...Wholly crap talk about a bookmark flag ha ha - Thanks for the traffic Jim! ;-)<br /><br />LOL -- And I have no idea what made me leave 7 comments...wow you counted them all? <br /><br />I'll stop leaving so many comments now. ;-)<br />---------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">it's a famous old joke:</span><br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> "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.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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!"</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> "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."</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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." </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> The farmer hesitated and said, "Like I said - talkin' nice to him works every time. But, sometimes you have to get his attention first."</span></p>Jillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.com