Hello to All!

 

WOW is all I can say to the Facebook Phenomenon!  As a recent new member, it seemed like a great tool in this rural area to get ahead of the curve and begin a new marketing technique.  It’s perfect…I hooked up with lots of people that I haven’t seen or heard from in over thirty years – Presto!  They just showed up!  And tons of youngsters that are friends with my children.  Not sure why they added me as a friend…is it because I am ‘cool’ or because they felt sorry for me??  I’ll think about that tomorrow…

 

But the biggest BANG of all happened over the weekend.  One of my brokers, Stephen Strickland/Fellow Facebooker, had a massive stroke on Thursday.  Not realizing the significance of his situation, I guess we poo-pooed about it – you know, just thought it was a simple problem and he would be home soon.  You see, he was talking (can you say Fighter?) and behaving very much unlike a stroke victim.  In fact, the hospital was so casual about his situation (did someone say the hospital was treating him for a virus instead of stroke??) that  the family decided to move him to a larger hospital for further testing.  Hospital #2 told him that it was a ‘massive stroke’ and it was amazing that he could talk, see, anything…Then, it gets very serious.  A quick Air-Lift to another facility and a little surgery to reduce swelling later, he has maintained the fight. Good on commands – squeeze my hand, wriggle your toes, open your eyes, etc… and still fighting! 

 

This is where Facebook comes in to the story again.  Saturday morning after receiving the air-lift story and knowing how seriously ill he was, I created a quick “Group” for Stephen and sent it out to all my people asking them to join…and pray.  They did.  And they sent it to two people and so on and so on.  Now, Stephen has over 700 members in his “Praying for Stephen Strickland – Naylor Realty” group and it’s growing steadily!  The prayers and posts are coming in from all over the place – some of them know Stephen, some do not.  And it doesn’t matter – they are praying and that’s what we need!  Literally overnight, Stephen's situation that was virtually unknown to the local area was broadcast and spread like wildfire!  Stephen AND Facebook are both amazing us all! 

Thanks to everyone that has joined and shared it for others to join!  Keep the prayers coming – Stephen’s not out of the woods, yet.  He’s just a youngster at 36 with two young boys, ages 3 and 6.  More prayers, please!

For Facebook patrons, join the Group, “Praying for Stephen Strickland – Naylor Realty”

Keep Smiling!

 

Ann E. Naylor GRI, ePro

910-385-8000 direct

  Naylor Realty

 

 

 

 

OK, I have messed up…..again!  Nothing to do now but try to figure out an answer that will correct. 

 

It’s a short but sad story – Puppy Mill near Newton Grove was giving ALL the dogs away.  That’s right – Giving.  I suppose they were in the cross-hairs of the Puppy Police, who had coincidentally closed another nearby ‘farm.’  After being primed already from the news stories regarding the 300 dogs and pups up for adoption, I hear the news of the local location and the Free For All and head out the door.  Most of the ‘good’ dogs were gone, maybe twenty five or thirty dogs left.  And they weren’t looking so swell.  These were the main brood dogs – sort of ridden hard and put up wet.  Old Moms, worn out Dads and some reject pups that had some sort of problem.

 

One of the Old Guys, a tiny white poodle, shaved hair of course – this little doggie didn’t get the fancy haircut. And weighing in at about three pounds -  Max.  That’s the one I wanted – and the guy there told me this little dog would need some tender care…to say the least.  It just so happens that I was going to be gone the entire next day and night so surely couldn’t take him home but thought he would still be there, old and broken down, when I returned. 

 

You guessed it – he was gone.  All of them were gone.  Which brings me to the obvious question…Who got the little white Doggie??  I had already named the little fella.  His name would have been Pops.  With a new name, new home and a ton of money at the vet, I was on the way to having a great little dog that definitely needed rescuing.  This note is to whomever out there may have gotten this little guy…have you changed your mind??  If so, please pass him on and I promise I will take over.  If you are still hanging in there, maybe let me know how it goes and how he’s doing. 

 

I really had fallen for that guy – and can’t seem to shake it!  Every Single Day – I wonder about that dog…HELP!

Keep Smiling!

 

Ann E. Naylor GRI, ePro

910-385-8000 direct 

 

Naylor Realty 

 

 

  

Hello to All!

 

What a fun and silly week – started with a holiday, ended with snow and lots of down time in between.  And now, it’s over!!

 

I am using a different approach to the Update this week – while we are off to a GREAT START!! with Ten Scheduled Closings already in place and lots of action in the market, Naylor Realty has nothing new on the market this week.  I encourage you to check out last week’s newest property at 225 Chapman Royal Road if you want 13+ acres, pool and pond!  An exclusive One of a Kind home listed at $575,000!

 

If you have spent too much time trying to catch up from the holiday, snow delay, other…and not enough time having fun,  check out this “Joke”.  I promise, you WILL laugh out loud.  I am not sure my Trainer will appreciate the humor (sorry, Leigh…), but it is hilarious.  And, Yes!  I laughed out loud!

 

Have a fun weekend, call if there is anything we can do for you.

 

  Joke of the week…

 

A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM

If you read this without laughing out loud,
there is something wrong with you.
This is dedicated to everyone
who ever attempted to get
into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter
(the dear) purchased a week of personal training
at the local health club for me.

Although I am still in great shape
since being a high school football cheerleader
43 years ago,
I decided it would be a good idea
to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations
with a personal trainer named Belinda,
who identified herself
as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor
and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

My daughter seemed pleased
with my enthusiasm to get started!
The club encouraged me to keep a diary
to chart my progress.

MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m.
Tough to get out of bed,
but found it was well worth it
when I arrived at the health club
to find Belinda waiting for me.
She is something of a Greek goddess -
with blond hair, dancing eyes,
and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Belinda gave me a tour and
showed me the machines.
I enjoyed watching the skillful way
in which she conducted her aerobics class
after my workout today.
Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups,
although my gut was already aching
from holding it in the whole time she was around.
This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!

TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee,
but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back,
and push a heavy iron bar into the air,
then she put weights on it!

My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill,
but I made the full mile.
Belinda's rewarding smile
made it all worthwhile.
I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.

WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth
is by laying the toothbrush on the counter,
and moving my mouth back and forth over it.
I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.

Driving was OK
as long as I didn't try to steer or stop.
I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me,
insisting that my screams bothered
other club members.
Her voice is a little too perky
for that early in the morning
and when she scolds,
she gets this nasally whine
that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill,
so Belinda put me on the stair monster.
Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to
simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by elevators?
Belinda told me
it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
She said some other crap too.

THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me
with her vampire-like teeth exposed,
as her thin, cruel lips
were pulled back in a full snarl.
I couldn't help being a half an hour late -
it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out
with dumbbells.
When she was not looking,
I ran and hid in the restroom.
She sent another skinny witch to find me.

Then, as punishment,
she put me on the rowing machine --
which I sank.

FRIDAY:
I hate Belinda more than any human being
has ever hated any other human being
in the history of the world.
Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little witch.
If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain,
I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps.
I don't have any triceps!
And if you don't want dents in the floor,
don't hand me the stupid barbells,
or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off,
and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer,
like the drama coach or the choir director?

SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message
on my answering machine
in her grating, shrilly voice,
wondering why I did not show up today.
Just hearing her voice
made me want to smash the machine
with my planner;
however, I lacked the strength
to even use the TV remote,
and ended up catching
eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up
for services today ~
so I can go and thank GOD
that this week is over.
I will also pray that next year my daughter
(the little brat) will choose a gift for me
that is fun --
like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over,
he would have sprinkled the floor
with diamonds!!!

 

Keep Smiling!

 

Ann E. Naylor GRI, ePro

910-385-8000 direct

 

 

Naylor Realty

 

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