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




Friday

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"

versus

"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.

RARE.

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

LETS EAT ALL THE STEAK TO CELEBRATE!!!

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.





:)



Oh, 
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..



yep.



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.

:o

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. 


:o


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, 
and 
then braided 
her beautiful gray hair
finally 
 wrapping it around like a silver crown,
and
pinning it on top.

Her hair was down to her waist.

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

but

I want to wear my hair just like she did.




sure.



Good luck with that, Feral woman....


LET THE CELEBRATING COMMENCE!!!





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Random 5 Friday

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


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12 comments:

  1. well those were five very interesting facts. I played in dirt A LOT as a child. I still view a day that ends with me needing a good scrubbing as a good day.

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  2. Well now some of these facts I did know like
    "Sometimes I have difficulty in having normal discussions." I seem to have that affliction myself but you knew that:)
    I am loving these old photos and getting to know your "rareness"
    Playing in the dirt is a very normal thing to do be that child or adult. It is snowing here....I know it does not fit in this conversation but "Sometimes I have difficulty in having normal discussions." *"make it stahhhp!!!!"*:):) Love your Grandma. Hug B

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  3. Love it, especially the trip down your underpants.............Yup.........if you can go there...........so can I! BAHAHAHAA!
    And I had a great granny with that kind of hair, although she died before I can remember her. Mom talks about watching her brush the thin long strands at 8 something and pinning them atop her wrinkled old head. She is my inspiration and the reason why I stopped cutting my hair. It's to my waist now, and I'm not cutting it........I brush it every morning and pin it up on top of my head and hopefully when I'm old and feeble I'll still have the arm strength to do it.........I'm rambling now, but I'm OH SO GLAD YOU ARE IN REMISSION and I promise to eat steak tonight to celebrate, but I prefer mine like you.........TOTALLY RARE! Love you!

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  4. Hurrah for being in remission for a year! Steak for everyone... unless you're of the vampiric persuasion, in which case I'll happily share a stake with you. I'm really very generous y'know.

    Normal conversations? What's them?

    Dang lady, vacuum those skivvies!

    My Grandma M, who didn't start going grey until she was in her mid-70's, braided her hair and then wrapped it into a crown as well. I tried that repeatedly when I was younger... my crown never failed to slip over my eyes. *Le sigh* Guess I can't claim a 'crowning achievement'. (Make it staaaaaaaaaaahhhhp!)

    Loved the photos of you!

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  5. Love those "old" photos...and thanks for making me laugh this afternoon...at your comments, not the pictures! (It's not easy just after finding out how much our son's college education is going to possibly cost!!)

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  6. Big super congrats on staying in remission! Give that OBGYN something to talk about at the water cooler. Stay rare and stay Feral. Love the header photo.

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  7. Now those are 5 random facts that are worthy of repeating and remembering!!! Glad you are healthy...Whoo Hoo

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  8. I never knew how much hair my grandma had until she came to live with us--wore it just like yours did.
    I had a friendly cat like that--thanks to the neighbors having a Tom next door. Poor girl didn't stand a chance.

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  9. Love the old photos. You certainly have the randomness down to perfection! Loved this post. I can relate to the hay in the underwear.

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  10. What sweet pictures you have. I was always amazed when my Granny took her hair down. It was very long, too, and had lots of blond still among that gray. You never saw it, though, when it was up in that bun at the back of her head.

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  11. Love this post...... Still laughing..... happy trails for a long time for you feral woman..... :)

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