Submitted by Maggie
Maggie is alive and kicking, thanks to an awesome wound care nurse, a devoted husband with nerves of steel and a little help from a retired US Navy doctor. God is good and people are crazy.
But, she declares our moonstruck farmer has the best syrup in the world and in spite of their best efforts, the Amish farmers near Farmington, Missouri can’t approach the quality of his maple syrup.
But, Lord knows they tried.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f713tLbdlu4
And Stucky, if you think the choice of routines has anything to do with trying to entertain myself with the coming discussion of that elite group of men to whom Brian is referring… “I walked on the moon!”…
Well, let’s get this going and help ease my pain, you big lumberjack looking dude. Missed you the last few days, but I held the beachhead and even think I took some ground. My doctor, whose parents immigrated to Jersey in 1917 to avoid what happened to his uncle who returned to Lithuania in 1921, suggests I stop getting sick.
He’s a fucking genius.
Thank god this day. I was walking this morning and my stomach hurt so I raced back home. The dog, bird, cat was on the leash and then I sat in a creek to make my stomach feel better. It didn’t but I liked it except of course for the stones in the creek that hurt my feet and my ass. My ass just stood there with the pack on his back as the dog, cat, bird sat on the shore of the creek along with the indians. I guess they were creek indians, but I don’t really know.
I like indian food though so I asked them if they could cook some for me. They did and it was ok but I thought that the indian food that I had eaten before was spicy. This food was not spicy. I grow peppers on the farm and they are spicy but apparently creek indians are not into spicy food.
It is certainly too bad but I can’t eat spicy food anyway because of my stomach. I have lots of peppers and they are spicy. This morning I put some Mad Dog 357 on my egg and it was too spicy. Have you tried Mad Dog 357? It is really spicy.
Hello Pompous Ass. I see you decided to come by in person for a little bit of hubris flinging.
Thanks so much for posting this, Admin! I’m just playing it in the background of my life here on recovery road, spitting nails and taking big ass dogs’ names. If you don’t mind, I’ll make a request for anyone with news of Muck to let Admin know (or pop in here MUCK!) and he can forward the news to me or the monkeys as he deems proper
Marc, you hardscrambed egg farmer, if you would cue (or Q?) this to 1:01:01, you will see the MONEY SHOT.
He is pure comic genius.
I sent Muck an email two days ago. No response.
Well, then. for Muck and for me I’ll say this:
Those who pray, pray.
Those who ponder, ponder.
Those who dance, dance.
Those who criticize and resent, criticize and resent.
Then perhaps drop to your knees to examine the depths of despair required to resent someone who is chatting with you to avoid groaning in pain for just a few more minutes so her caregiving husband can sleep. And ask yourself why we can’t just listen to what someone has to say before we start resenting their words.
I will whisper a prayer for Muck, and since Poppa Grooch seems to be working overtime, I will ask for a visit with the JDAWG in my dreams. Then, a note to thank Nick as soon as he gets home, again, for setting up these stupid rails for me to hold onto even I knew how hard he worked on the honey colored stain and varnish on these oak logs. My Nick is frugal and even though we could EASILY hire the walls painted, he knows no one can do it right except him and so, everything gets done and done pretty damn well, but when we are in full crisis mode, like now, we just stay a little pissed off at one another and we know it is not personal. Thanks to my friend in Maryland for taking my son to celebrate his graduation and future opportunities as if he were her very own son.
And thanks for Nick, even though it really does make him angry that I am this sick yet again. And, any of you AWACers out there who know who I am and who Nick the Knife is (not the NIck the Dick… you now he ended in retiring up at Langley and joining the public private enterprise system. I think, but not positive. There are a lot of really interesting opportunities for those of us who trained the dogs of war. It has been a really interesting first two-thirds of a life, hasn’t it, TBP Nick? Not dick or knife just really stuck. Now that’s clever wordplay there. Must have been all those word game puzzle books I did while flying in a large oval pattern over the sands of Saudi Arabia longagofaraway.
Who, really, can blame him for being angry? Especially when he has saved my life again and again and again… It is almost like he is trying to hang onto me.
I believe we define HelpMeet for one another. Better or worse, sicker and poorer and, click.
All. That. Jazz.
Am hoping my post on his first MuckAbout will elicit response. Thanks.
Too funny. You wrote: “God is good and people are crazy.”
Sunday night, driving home from a family BBQ, I heard this one, and was just waiting for an opportunity to post it.
Must be a sign of sumfin’.
Send me something good! Thrill me, thrill me, thrill me. How’s that for gravewalking chillbumps? Do you know what those are?
There is quite a controversy ongoing about the flag in the moon photo, isn’t there?
C’mon Mr. Maple Syrup Farmer, won’t you tell us about the impact of moon’s phase on water levels in tidepools of New Hampshire? Perhaps one day we will have groves of pancake syrup trees on the moon itself!
We in the Hampster do not have much in the way of tide pools with only 18 miles of actual seacoast,a bit of salt water in push into lands estuaries ect.but actual coastal/ocean meet believe smallest in all states with a ocean coast line.
I didn’t realize that. I was married to a dude from New Hampshire long ago and visited there several times. We went somewhere to go crabbing, but my ex-husband wasn’t much of the outdoor type, so we bought crabs and took them to Snob Hill for a family feast. It was a beautiful day, but we must have been somewhere else other than that 18 miles of coastline.
Thanks… I actually LOVE learning stuff I should already have known.
Long ago, in a galaxy far far away, I used to do a lot of really great drugs. I am sure that many of you did. Thoughts flit through my head like butterflies, never alighting, never resolving. Drifting from cloud to cloud in mists of time. How nice it is to be able to share these disconnected thoughts. How grand we all are. I can only hope that you are all as stoned as I am.
Stoned or stupid, Rob? Hoping you stay legal and safe.
I knew you were stoned on the first chirp. Thumbs up !! Those disconnected thoughts are a start to really see the parts of consciousness. It’s “dokosis”.
I just hope there aren’t very many Pompous Asses like you around anymore.
It is a pretty exclusive club, isn’t it?
http://mentalfloss.com/article/12379/12-men-who-walked-moon
Oh, my stars! What is this all about?
https://nypost.com/2017/03/24/astronaut-who-walked-on-moon-says-he-knows-the-truth-about-aliens/
Fine. You have a great reserve of self-control MM.
Astronauts on the moon really seemed to be having a ball during this walk…
This is an interesting looking clip I will watch later perhaps. Parking it here.
And this
https://www.af.mil/About-Us/Biographies/Display/Article/108119/general-lori-j-robinson/