Stop eating frozen poopsicles and then licking your master.
Maggie
January 1, 2017 9:34 am
Dear Heavens, I read that list and realized that the hillbilly New Year’s gathering we attended contained more than one person who probably complies with the majority of those resolutions already.
TBP folks, in the past two years, living in fewdrawbacks Paradise instead of milindustrex OKC ‘burbia, we have come to realize that these hills have a few parasites in them as well as the ghettos described by Admin. While Nick and I like to consider ourselves and the recently retired couples settled around us to raise children as they deem proper the Countrified Gentry of this very poor region where the average income for a family of four is $18,500. It ain’t Appallachia, but we can see some of the tall ranges on a clear day (Not really. That is hyperbole, which I decided to identify lest some STM on here point out that there is NO point in Missouri where you can see any of the mountains in Western Kentucky.)
Perhaps more than one local family share traits, bearing children demonstrating disabilities requiring special assistance conveniently delivered monthly in the form of government dollars.
I never realized it until my husband pointed it out to me, trying to make me see beyond the beauty of these Missouri hills to the inhabitants of the “not” oak log home owners who sell buck rabbits to a genteel lady (such as myself) and make her check for testicles on the creature. I thought back to that trailer beside the curve in the scenic road a few miles from where I live, where, drawn by a sign declaring “grown rabbits for sale 10$” where I stepped over mud near a pigpen on a rather dry day and chose a young buck to replace my injured stud. With ducks quacking around my legs and a bucktoothed young boy staring at me, a man who introduced himself as Buddy told me to come back if I needed any thing else he could help with.
Shudder. We live within a hundred-fifty miles of Deliverance country. I never realized until Nick illuminated.
By the way, Admin… Yoo Hoo on the TBP donation meter!
For 2017, up it to something unique; perhaps 17,000 for the year or even 20,170. It could be your gimmick. Just a kind and thoughtful suggestion, which my husband and son ganged up on me and told me to stop giving to them when I do not know a damn thing about what I am so casually joking about.
I have found a recipe from way back that I am going to incorporate into the cupboard. Perhaps you will sample it this year.
RiNS
January 1, 2017 10:16 am
I am going to make number 11 my New Years Resolution.
Tommy Chong advised 30 years ago that it ain’t good to suppress bodily functions, he certainly had no shame about farting so why should we?
B Lever (aka Bea) I give up.
January 1, 2017 10:59 am
This is the best advice I have ever seen posted on the internet. POOPing is more important than you know and the older you get the bigger challenge that becomes for some people. Humans can learn a lot from dog behavior and other animals in general.
However, I don’t believe it would be in good taste to stick your nose in every females crotch that enters the house.
Bea,would it be OK to say,stick my nose in the crotch of every women who enters me house I found attractive?!Yes,I realize as word gets out probably not too many women visiting me house,that said,bet one or two still would!Happy New Year All!
Pooping is not a problem if you eat some fermented food every day. Make your own sauerkraut and kombucha. Take probiotics. Health begins in the gut. Oh, and it makes #11 that much more attainable.
All good things to do daily, although #s 5 & 7 could be problematic.
Donnie
January 1, 2017 1:11 pm
Dear heavens, Maggie, I would think that a genteel lady such as yourself, who is a member of the countrified gentry, would be able to rise up off her fainting couch and go visit the inhabitants of Deliverance without shuddering, especially when she is shopping for a “young buck.” If you paid Buddy $10 for one adult rabbit, he thinks you are a gullible fool, and that’s why he invited you to come back and do further business; it isn’t because he likes you. It might be possible to be more arrogant and condescending than you are, but I doubt it. Hint:
you and your husband might need people like Buddy and his friends in the future. You should cultivate them.
That is kind of scary. I needed a buck for my summer bbq rabbit on the river orders “pronto” in mid-March when my Lop-Eared Buck developed a case of wry neck. He certainly had the “will” but the Does put their hinders in the corner of his pen and said NO. They knew he wasn’t “right” even though he tried and tried and tried and tried. I felt sorry for Brer Rabbit all the way to the stewpot.
Since my does are upwards of 15 lbs, the young tender chubby bunnies hit 8-10 lbs around 8 to 10 weeks if I really treat them well with the Garden Produce during their “growth” spurts. My cousins buy each Chubby Bunny, in the freezer bag, for $15.
EC, this summer marks the fifth year since I lost my best friend from childhood to breast cancer. In a ideal world, I would have moved to her home to care for her in the months after she’d been declared terminal, but in the less than perfect world we inhabit, Nick’s father needed my care almost daily at the assisted living center and physical therapy sessions and treatments.
While I was able to spend long weekends with her 500 miles away while Nick and my son took over the tasks with Poppa G, her death was a whirlwind affair of driving here and attending the funeral and serving food at the family gathering at her home and driving home the following day because Poppa G had a session with the walker and if I wasn’t there to coach him, he would tell them he didn’t feel like it. I believe I was “gifted” with my father-in-law’s care during the last months of my dear friend’s life to keep me busy.
Now that they have both been gone for almost five years (Ironically, Poppa passed exactly two weeks after my old friend who sang at my wedding, creating another whirlwind that turned into a tornado), it is time to plan a special event to commemorate the death of a woman so beloved the line at her memorial service was more than an hour to shake hands with her husband and daughters. People stood in line from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. for two days to pay respects to a woman who’d dedicated her life to helping children with illnesses and developmental problems. As a therapist and counselor herself, she’d touched the lives of thousands of young men and women in the community.
So, I have been hauling my special Chubby Bunny Turf-Building Composting Pellets to her grave since October to build up the soil so I can get some Zoysia strips on it in the spring. We will be having a silent auction on the anniversary of her death/burial to seed the Foundation her daughters plan to operate in her name.
I figure that if the Clintons can con people into giving them money and everyone knows they are thieves and liars, my friend’s honest and beautiful daughters should be able to do some real good for the community to honor their mother’s name.
I’m auctioning off a very unique quilt handmade and quilted for me by an aunt of extreme talent. I am donating it, except for my “cost” (I gifted my aunt some dollars in return.) which I will immediately “re-gift” to the Foundation.
I might call it the Chubby Bunny Farms Memorial Quilt.
Stop eating frozen poopsicles and then licking your master.
Dear Heavens, I read that list and realized that the hillbilly New Year’s gathering we attended contained more than one person who probably complies with the majority of those resolutions already.
TBP folks, in the past two years, living in fewdrawbacks Paradise instead of milindustrex OKC ‘burbia, we have come to realize that these hills have a few parasites in them as well as the ghettos described by Admin. While Nick and I like to consider ourselves and the recently retired couples settled around us to raise children as they deem proper the Countrified Gentry of this very poor region where the average income for a family of four is $18,500. It ain’t Appallachia, but we can see some of the tall ranges on a clear day (Not really. That is hyperbole, which I decided to identify lest some STM on here point out that there is NO point in Missouri where you can see any of the mountains in Western Kentucky.)
Perhaps more than one local family share traits, bearing children demonstrating disabilities requiring special assistance conveniently delivered monthly in the form of government dollars.
I never realized it until my husband pointed it out to me, trying to make me see beyond the beauty of these Missouri hills to the inhabitants of the “not” oak log home owners who sell buck rabbits to a genteel lady (such as myself) and make her check for testicles on the creature. I thought back to that trailer beside the curve in the scenic road a few miles from where I live, where, drawn by a sign declaring “grown rabbits for sale 10$” where I stepped over mud near a pigpen on a rather dry day and chose a young buck to replace my injured stud. With ducks quacking around my legs and a bucktoothed young boy staring at me, a man who introduced himself as Buddy told me to come back if I needed any thing else he could help with.
Shudder. We live within a hundred-fifty miles of Deliverance country. I never realized until Nick illuminated.
By the way, Admin… Yoo Hoo on the TBP donation meter!
For 2017, up it to something unique; perhaps 17,000 for the year or even 20,170. It could be your gimmick. Just a kind and thoughtful suggestion, which my husband and son ganged up on me and told me to stop giving to them when I do not know a damn thing about what I am so casually joking about.
I have found a recipe from way back that I am going to incorporate into the cupboard. Perhaps you will sample it this year.
I am going to make number 11 my New Years Resolution.
RiNS
Tommy Chong advised 30 years ago that it ain’t good to suppress bodily functions, he certainly had no shame about farting so why should we?
This is the best advice I have ever seen posted on the internet. POOPing is more important than you know and the older you get the bigger challenge that becomes for some people. Humans can learn a lot from dog behavior and other animals in general.
However, I don’t believe it would be in good taste to stick your nose in every females crotch that enters the house.
Bea,would it be OK to say,stick my nose in the crotch of every women who enters me house I found attractive?!Yes,I realize as word gets out probably not too many women visiting me house,that said,bet one or two still would!Happy New Year All!
Pooping is not a problem if you eat some fermented food every day. Make your own sauerkraut and kombucha. Take probiotics. Health begins in the gut. Oh, and it makes #11 that much more attainable.
Only if they’re related.
All good things to do daily, although #s 5 & 7 could be problematic.
Dear heavens, Maggie, I would think that a genteel lady such as yourself, who is a member of the countrified gentry, would be able to rise up off her fainting couch and go visit the inhabitants of Deliverance without shuddering, especially when she is shopping for a “young buck.” If you paid Buddy $10 for one adult rabbit, he thinks you are a gullible fool, and that’s why he invited you to come back and do further business; it isn’t because he likes you. It might be possible to be more arrogant and condescending than you are, but I doubt it. Hint:
you and your husband might need people like Buddy and his friends in the future. You should cultivate them.
That is kind of scary. I needed a buck for my summer bbq rabbit on the river orders “pronto” in mid-March when my Lop-Eared Buck developed a case of wry neck. He certainly had the “will” but the Does put their hinders in the corner of his pen and said NO. They knew he wasn’t “right” even though he tried and tried and tried and tried. I felt sorry for Brer Rabbit all the way to the stewpot.
Since my does are upwards of 15 lbs, the young tender chubby bunnies hit 8-10 lbs around 8 to 10 weeks if I really treat them well with the Garden Produce during their “growth” spurts. My cousins buy each Chubby Bunny, in the freezer bag, for $15.
Not so gullible at all Donnie.
Chubby Bubbles would do well to stay away from Maggie
Imagine Magita of Sunnybrook stepping over the road apples at HF’s, scented kerchief in hand, haggling with the hayseed over a jug of maple syrup.
EC, this summer marks the fifth year since I lost my best friend from childhood to breast cancer. In a ideal world, I would have moved to her home to care for her in the months after she’d been declared terminal, but in the less than perfect world we inhabit, Nick’s father needed my care almost daily at the assisted living center and physical therapy sessions and treatments.
While I was able to spend long weekends with her 500 miles away while Nick and my son took over the tasks with Poppa G, her death was a whirlwind affair of driving here and attending the funeral and serving food at the family gathering at her home and driving home the following day because Poppa G had a session with the walker and if I wasn’t there to coach him, he would tell them he didn’t feel like it. I believe I was “gifted” with my father-in-law’s care during the last months of my dear friend’s life to keep me busy.
Now that they have both been gone for almost five years (Ironically, Poppa passed exactly two weeks after my old friend who sang at my wedding, creating another whirlwind that turned into a tornado), it is time to plan a special event to commemorate the death of a woman so beloved the line at her memorial service was more than an hour to shake hands with her husband and daughters. People stood in line from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. for two days to pay respects to a woman who’d dedicated her life to helping children with illnesses and developmental problems. As a therapist and counselor herself, she’d touched the lives of thousands of young men and women in the community.
So, I have been hauling my special Chubby Bunny Turf-Building Composting Pellets to her grave since October to build up the soil so I can get some Zoysia strips on it in the spring. We will be having a silent auction on the anniversary of her death/burial to seed the Foundation her daughters plan to operate in her name.
I figure that if the Clintons can con people into giving them money and everyone knows they are thieves and liars, my friend’s honest and beautiful daughters should be able to do some real good for the community to honor their mother’s name.
I’m auctioning off a very unique quilt handmade and quilted for me by an aunt of extreme talent. I am donating it, except for my “cost” (I gifted my aunt some dollars in return.) which I will immediately “re-gift” to the Foundation.
I might call it the Chubby Bunny Farms Memorial Quilt.
Hopefully this works.
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I don’t think it quite makes it there, wherever there might be.