My nephew-in-law says--I asked the gym instructor if he could teach me to do the splits. He replied, "How flexible are you?" I said, " I can't make in on Tuesdays."
I know folks, many are you, that are the real thing; there is nuttin phony, flakey or smokey about you. You are my kind of folks. No question. Some of you are great folks, the real thing, with good hearts. Some of you don't look the part which even makes you even better (i.e. you are very humble). You don't have to have a new $150 biking outfit and ride a new $3,000 popular e-bike and brag that you rode 8.2 miles! You might have burned 132 calories but the ice cream you had afterwards had 643 calories Oh well, if it make you feel good! A friend told me at breakfast this week that an acquaintance takes a weight reduction shot ever month at $1,000 a pop and he has lost 90 pounds. Soooo there. I golfed with three friends recently (i.e. all old coots). The oldest and probably the best golfer was telling us he takes a 4 in 1 pill a.k.a. MP multi purpose pill. His doctor prescribed it for controlling his blood pressure as it is very reliable and effective but it was originally designed for ED. Other side effects are it reduces the size of an enlarged prostrate and it also improves a guy's golf game. Now he is getting his money's worth. It's hard to be able to compete with my friends who have the latest golf equipment and the latest medication. Another old coot in our group who is a retired professional writer a.k.a. Valedictorian always says--Every good story is embellished a little bit! Well, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!Do you buy the real thing or a knock off product? Some folks will only buy the real thing as
they say there is a difference and others say it’s the same product but just
under a different label. JoeBlow says—Folks are just buying a brand name (e.g. John
Deere), that’s all. Some of you will
always buy the most expensive and others of you will always buy the
cheapest. ItchieBitchie, who is impossible to ignore, says--What do
you think? I think if a person has a lot of money, does it really make any
difference?
Soooo I asked a guy in our ol’ goats golf group I played with—What brand
of seed corn do you plant. I plant xyz brand as I think it’s the best but I
don’t know if it is, but I think soooo and that’s all that matters; it’s the
most expensive toooo soooo that makes me think it’s the best. Besides, my dad always used that brand too. I
said to him--Sooo whatever makes you feel good is the best for you. He laughed.
He then said—Besides I like their free seed corn caps the best and they give me
free golf balls toooo! JoeBusinessman says--The rule of thumb to get and keep
business is always give folks something free; it works all the time. A business
owner told me once—If we can’t get rid of a product, we put in the isle with a
sign that says—reduced price. We just
say that but it’s the same price. They
go like hotcakes! How easy are we anyway! Someone once said—There’s a sucker
born every minute. I hope that a good product and the integrity of the
businessperson has something to do with it as to what we buy and who we buy our
products from. But money usually talks a
lot; it's all about the money! Such is life.
The truth a.k.a. the real thing by David,
anybody can be a David--“The present self ‘is,’ and the former self ‘was,’ and,
in truth, that which ‘was’ is not identical with that which ‘is.’” My Daddy, Chester, would say—erv, the good
folks don’t have to tell other folks they are good, everyone knows that. Soooo I wonder then why some folk make a lot of
noise in telling others how great they are.
I wonder. WorldClassLarry, who is a can-do kind of person, says--The real thing is the real thing, isn’t it. Abraham Lincoln said—You can fool some of the
people all the time, all the people some of the time but you can’t fool all the
people all the time. I think Abe is right.
What do you think? That is what I
thought. I know some great folks, who many of you are. Yes you are. And some,
well maybe think they are but… GeorgeTheCrook says—erv, your interpretation of
great might be different than mine. Now that surely could be true
GeorgeTheCrook. That could be the truth! GeorgeTheCrook, it will be interesting
what you write about yourself in your obituary! I think you will pump yourself
up big time! And you surely may, you are the one paying for it! My mentor would say—erv,
most folks get a lot better after they die!
“There are far, better things ahead than anything we leave
behind.”—C.S. Lewis – 1898-1963 – writer.
Mr. Lewis was a non-believer who changed into a believer after studying
a lot. He wrote a lot; he was a very
deep thinker. He is still quoted a lot
and his writings are still studied a lot yet today (i.e. but hard to understand
by many including me). Even though he
was a great man, each day at 4, he sat at the end of the bar and had a pint and
would talk to anyone, a regular AverageJoe or as a friend would call him, a common person. I would have really liked to have
talked to him. Yes, I would have. I think a very interesting man. He really
seems to have been the real thing.
JoeFriend asked--Soooo, I heard it said--We are who we are, not what we have. Soooo erv, are you the real thing?
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean said—Being told something for your own good
seldom does you any.
BOUNIS COVEAGE:
A
very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the
aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with
even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with
both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for
death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of
his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife,
seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged
and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table,
when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral."
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