(If you can name the song reference, and know who sang it, you can come sit on the porch swing with me and we’ll wave our canes at the neighborhood whippersnappers together.)
Been thinking about buying some free weights? I have, actually. It turns out that past a certain (ahem) age, the elliptical machine is not enough to have the firming results one might desire. (Subtitle: Gravity is a harsh mistress.) Anyway, I came across this 40-pound dumbbell set at Amazon for under $38 with free shipping.
Forty pounds worth of free shipping. That almost makes the set free when you think about what anyone else would charge you to ship it. Heh.
Anyway, it’s everything you need to get started with free weights, including a storage rack, and at under a buck a pound, you’d be hard pressed to find it for less. (Pressed, get it? Get it?? Just a little lifting humor!)
Whew, this post took a lot out of me. Anyone have some ice cream…?
And you have such a LOVELY porch, too! Would you pass the tea, please dear?
The road is long….. with many a winding curve….
He ain’t heavy…he’s my brother.
So on we go…his welfare is my concern, no burden is he…
Cuz I’m strong, strong enough to carry him…
That’s all I got without something to sing along to. Can’t remember the artist. Can we sing the rest of the song while we’re watching out for the whippersnappers???
The Hollies – He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother
I think Joe Cocker had a version as well (and maybe even the Beatles?) but the Hollies is the one I have . . on cassette.
Did you know that when The Hollies recorded this song in the UK in the late 60’s, it featured a young (like 18 or 19 year old) Elton John on piano???
I don’t know the song, but I would bring ice cream and yell at whippersnappers with you anyway. I think we would laugh a LOT together. 🙂
I am not in need of dumbbells, but wanted to mention that He Ain’t Heavy was one of my dad’s favorite songs and we played it with the slideshow at his memorial service three years ago (along with Stand By Me and some banjo song my mom picked out but that I don’t remember. my mom would assume this meant I didn’t love him as much as her since I can’t recall vividly the name of some random banjo song. mom-guilt. fun.) the point here is that I can’t hear that song without crying. So I shall pass on the front porch as some wildly sobbing 30 year old woman sitting there with you would probably scare the neighbors. which, with your crazy cat neighbors, maybe you want that? not sure. shutting up now.
My grandfather had a CD with that song on it and some [young, no doubt] editor had “fixed the title on the case. “He Isn’t Heavy, He’s My Brother.”