"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...

March 27, 2015

Becoming strong.

I dreamt of an Elk

7 points side by side

He towered over me

but i was not afraid

He lowered his head

i touched a large tine

it was smooth

my fingertips lingered

He nodded gently

and our souls met 

but only for a moment

then He turned away

Walking uphill

He paused at the crest

He gently beckoned me

our souls met again

I will follow.

               -Janice L. Grinyer 


March 20, 2015

a few numerous issues that quantify five that have nothing in common on a weekend day...

Joining up with Nancy at Rural Journal

(shes baaaaack!)

For her series

"Random 5 Friday"

I love this series, because it challenges my writing skills to interpret

"Five Random Facts"


"Making things up"

Ima challenged!

Lets begin, shall we?

1)  February 28th was Rare Diseases Day

Why am I bringing this up?
Because I have a rare disease called 

"Unicentric Castlemens Disease"

My Hematologist Oncologist says
He thinks Im the only one in Montana with this.

Im like a rare steak I am.


Also I recently found out Im still in remission with one year to go.


medium rare!

 but hold back the libations for now 

we need to stay sober for the few next facts.


But before i forget-

 this is probably how and where I got this rare disease...

thats Fluffy the cat im trying to play with in our rural farming backyard in 1966. 

In my underpants.


I still like to play in dirt.


and maybe this might be the reason too-

I dont know what im eating,
but I bet
 it was tastin' pretty good back in 1964..


i still like to eat... things.

Medium rare of course.

2) #Ruralpeopleproblems

One Rural People problem i have in Montana 
is when 
the blowing wind switches 
while Im forking out hay to the horses.

Im so glad my OB/GYN appt wont be until grazing pasture season.


Yes, that meant what I meant.

* "for the love of all that is holy and pure, make it stahhhp!"*

Rural living = vacuuming underpants

*"make it stahhhp!!!!"*

3) Kittens

Since you all need a mind scrubbing after that last fact,

heres a picture of my bro with Fluffy and her kittens-

Except this is the cat 
that taught all of us kids growing up 
the facts of life 
by giving birth twice a year for 12 years.

If you see a white cat in the upper midwest,
its most likely related to old Fluffy. 


She was a friendly cat.

*"I cant hear you lalalalalalalalaLALALA"*

4) Random Fact Four

Sometimes I have difficulty in having normal discussions.


I know, like this is a surprise to you.

Okay fine.

Most times I have difficulty in having normal discussions.

5)  Hereditary Hair

Remember my last post about my Grandma Helen?

When I was little, I remember sitting next to her on her bed,
while she combed, 
then braided 
her beautiful gray hair
 wrapping it around like a silver crown,
pinning it on top.

Her hair was down to her waist.

Not only do i want to be an excellent horseman like my Grandma,


I want to wear my hair just like she did.


Good luck with that, Feral woman....


Random 5 Friday

linking up with Nancy because she is the cat's meow!


March 16, 2015

"I got it from my grandma"

Recently my oldest daughter convinced me that I should get AncestryDNA tested. 

So I naturally asked, 

"Like Wisdom Panel for Dogs?"

and she said


So I have sent away for my own panel thingy 
to spit into
so we can find out 
where exactly in the world
Our family came from.

Im pretty sure we are related to the  Siberian Ice Maiden.

One thing for certain though
is through old family photos
I have found where my equine DNA comes from....

This is my Grandma Helen.  

I remember her most as 
my happy little (5'0 and not a hair more) grandma 
who would feed you LOTS of food.

Even if you werent hungry.

Remember that post I wrote about my Uncle Eddie?

Well this is Uncle Eddie's mom.

And Busia's daughter.

Remember Busia?

Shes my great Grandma.

GREAT! Grandma

Shes where i got my fashion sense from.






when my Grandpa Leo was courting my Grandma Helen, 
he apparently was willing to do anything...

Look where my Great Grandpa Joseph & Busia

put my Grandpa Leo in this photo.

My Grandpa Leo was a city boy.

And apparently my Great grandpa Joseph knew this.


Its never a good thing to stand behind a horse
while not looking at it.

or even looking at it.

you be in danger, boy.

But thats okay,

My grandpa Leo still tried to win my Grandma Helen's heart.

 Here they are making him feed their geese and ducks with a fancy tie on...

Dang. Thats love.

Anyhow, my Grandpa Leo liked having those fancy Automobiles.

But he knew
My Grandma Helen wasnt impressed with that.

He knew her heart.

So when they were married,
He bought her 
an off the track Standardbred Race horse!


Busia and Great Grandpa Joseph must have been impressed...

So while Grandpa Leo was driving the kids around
(thats my dad & my aunt!)

My grandma Helen was the hit of the neighborhood!
Look at her, all dressed up with her friends!
And shes only got one hand on those reins!

All the neighbor ladies would hit Grandma Helen up for a ride into town.

My dad told me that Grandma's horse 
hated being behind anything.

So it was a very fast ride into town.

Kind of like a supersonic horse-train version.

That must explain why his ears are back.

Breaking the speed limits do that to a horse.

Grandma Helen liked speed.

But Busia's Brother, 
Uncle Tony, 
liked his horses big and strong...

And that makes sense 
because he ran a logging outfit 
up in the Northwoods of Wisconsin!

But my Grandma Helen really liked her horse best.

She would even show off to the city relatives 
and give wagon rides!

She was so equine savvy 
that she had different wagons for different chores!

Look how shes sitting, holding those reins.

She was a confident horseman.

So even without the results 
from an AncestryDNA test,

I know for sure
 where I got my horseman DNA!

Thanks Grandma Helen!!