Skip to main content

Query: What Are Your Favorite Muleisms?

At the suggestion of my dear reader Ann, I'm ruminating on the matter of a 2011 Brays of Our Lives calendar. With enough interest, I think I'd like very much to make one available for a modest fee (to cover printing costs).

So, first question: Would you plaster my personage upon your wall for 12 months straight?

Second question: Which muleisms do you like the best? I never miss a chance to spew quotable quotes, and have already selected a few of my own favorites to include. Have there been words of wisdom, humor, and Muleness by which you have been particularly touched?

Third question: How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?

(Actually, I don't really need an answer to that third question. I just threw it in there because the other two questions looked lonely, but I know and you know that a woodchuck could chuck any wood he would chuck.)

Thanks, guys, and ears to you!

FenBar

Comments

  1. margaretJuly 22, 2010 at 6:03 PM

    Fenway, I love that picture. I would be in for a calender.

    ReplyDelete
  2. BifJuly 22, 2010 at 7:33 PM

    How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck would chuck wood?

    A wood chuck would chuck all the wood he could if a wood chuck could, but a wood chuck can't so a wood chuck shan't.

    ReplyDelete
  3. BeccaJuly 22, 2010 at 7:35 PM

    Hello, Fenway!

    Speaking of Muleisms-that-may-not-be (of the behavioral sort), My grandmother has a donkey named Cocoa and if he feels comfortable around you, he'll lean on you a bit and offer you a hoof to shake. I've been unable to find anything on this behavior and was wondering if your mulish wisdom could enlighten me on this behavior.

    Thank you!
    Becca

    ReplyDelete
  4. AnonymousJuly 23, 2010 at 11:31 AM

    I like the list of rules that ends with "Shine".

    Perhaps some of your songs (I can't hear "Bohemian Rhapsody" with belting out, "Jasper Jules! Jasper Jules!")

    ReplyDelete
  5. BuddyJuly 23, 2010 at 11:35 AM

    Put us down for a calendar - if mom doesn't hang it in the house I'll make her hang it outside for me!

    My favorite muleism is the one above by your new photo - May your trails be smooth.......

    Your fren,

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Thanks in Advance for Your Mulish Opinion!

Popular Posts

Here are the Cloud Dog's X-Rays

Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery.   Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance.  Ears to you,  Fenway
2 comments
Continued . . .

Vegan Spring Rolls

I, Fenway Bartholomule, am a vegan: of course I only eat plants, not people! My human is too, so I'm sharing my blog with her today so that she can participate in the 2014 Virtual Vegan Potluck ! When you're done perusing the recipe for these delicious spring rolls, click "back" or "forward" for the entire potluck experience! Virtual Vegan Potluck: Spring Roll Appetizers Beautiful? Check. Healthy? Check. Delicious? Check. Easy? Check. Fancy? Check. Quick to clean up after? Check. Vegan? OF COURSE! If you're looking for something portable, colorful, and crowd-pleasing for your next potluck, look no further than these simple vegan spring rolls! The best part? You can substitute ANYTHING. I never make these the same way twice, so play around with cilantro, kale, cabbage, scallions, or whatever you think sounds good! Ingredients Veggie mix: 2 carrots (grated) 4 oz mung bean sprouts 1/3 cup chopped peanuts (raw, or roasted and salted) or ...
11 comments
Continued . . .

2025 State of the Farmlet Address

A red stag photographed by Farmwife in Scotland, from whence the family descends and to where they voyaged in September 2024.  Dear Mules and Countrywomen,  It is my pleasure to report to you today, from my forested vantage point, that the Farmlet is well.  It has been eight years since my family had a Farmlet to report upon, and this one is among the best. It is 25 minutes south of Casa de Bartholomule-Teaspoon, where you may remember the family lived for a time, and situated on the same verdant island. It is 120 minutes south of Bent Barrow Farm, where the ancient rhododendron still blooms and where FenBar's old barn of many colors still stands and shelters farm machinery. This place has rhododendrons, too, encircling a lawn which slopes down to my barn and paddock. We call the barn Hoofhouse, and it is going to be painted black in the spring to match the house and my companion, Puck.  My paddock, by design, does not overlap the lawn but instead winds through a mix...
Post a Comment
Continued . . .

Catastrophy

This is the emergency broadcast system. This is not a test. I was going to entertain you with more haiku today, but something terrible has happened. I need your support. Today was supposed to be a regular spa day—a nice little hoofie trim, a fresh mane roach, an ear massage, and a handful of sunflower seeds (for shine). Instead of merely taking care of my beauty routine, however, FarmWife spent a full hour in contemplation of and attention to my overall physique. The upshot? A revision of my condition from Plump to Obese. (Her actual words, upon removing my blanket for the first time in a few days, were "Oh my God! You've ballooned!") She has decided that my fatness has become a health risk, and has resolved to exercise me as often as possible. It gets dark at 4:30. Her husband gets home at 5:30. She has small children and no sitter. This, my friends, means that I will end up being longed. Longed at the end of a stupid, smelly old rope. Forced to walk and trot...
14 comments
Continued . . .