Karbon Kounty Moos

is the title of this unused postcard.

It’s true - I am - so don’t be shy!

Here’s another shot taken over the place.

And an unused Great Northern Railway postcard titled:

The New Home in Montana (or S Dak.)

This was taken yesterday afternoon by someone spying on us.

Click on it for a clearer view…

Thanks again, Les!

First calvie today!
I took photos, but they’re on film…

Wow! That’s a first!
I want to thanks to Jason for giving me the honor.
And I especially need to thank Bryan Lunn, who made it all possible.
I apologize for spelling your name wrong, too…

Just got in from loading up two bulls to go to town. One was a mellow guy - but he’s gotten waaay too big. The other is an absolute lunatic - we had a bit of a rodeo with him & another psycho bull. We finally got them separated, and the lunatic in the trailer without any injuries… My husband took off to Billings to the yards with them. The girls should start calving around the seventh. Some of them are starting to look pretty heavy. I can’t wait. Calving is my favorite season. I do the “night calving”, actually the early AM shift, so I may have to start blogging on my trips back to the house once that starts. Right now I check the herds while the guys feed.

Last night we attended a Public Hearing regarding the project to improve the safety of MT-72 between Belfry and US 310. I didn’t learn much - but there was coffee. I had already perused the EIS. This road has needed help for a long time, and it looks like it will get done. Unfortunately, there will be people adversely affected. Now if we can get rid of some more deer, it would be even safer…

If you missed my post yesterday about Brian Lunn - do check it out. Jason has updated and it’s hilarious. Okay, if you’re reading this, you already know that it doesn’t take much to amuse me. But it is funny.

If you’re tired of politics and politicians you need to read Jason’s correspondence with Brian Lunn, the Chief Examiner of the Institute of Advanced Motorists regarding the Duke of Gloucester.

What do you think Lunn would think of the open container law on Montana Highways?

I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, just been busier than the usual manic pace. I spent most of the day in Billings yesterday. The worst part was the drive to & from - what a surprise… Going, I managed to pass everyone in my way - including two beet trucks. On the way home I encountered both of the drivers from the cowboy state who can’t find their gas pedal. How lucky is that? Anyone who drives Highway 212 understands.

What do geese have to do with this, silly? Absolutely nothing, I just like the photo - which is a lot clearer when clicked on.

Photo taken at a fun place to spend an afternoon.

United House Wrecking

She was there, too - note the classic AMC Pacer in the background.

I don’t know, I guess I’m always

giving voice to bear.

Long, long, time ago - like when Lyndon B. Johnson was president - I went to buy myself a pair of shoes. I have no idea why, since I wore a lovely green and grey plaid uniform to school - with green uniform shoes. Yes, green. Anyhow, there were no Payless Shoe Stores then (thank goodness), but I had choices. Miles Shoes, Thom McAn, National Shoe Stores or the shoe department at half a dozen department stores. Keep in mind that I was raised in Queens. I was seven blocks from home, by myself, going to buy shoes. In those days, even twenty year old Miles Shoe salesmen wore shirts and ties. He had measured my feet and returned from the back of the store with boxes for me to try on. I mean the shoes, not the boxes. Even though my mother still claims that I probably should wear the boxes, since I have such wide feet… For the life of me, I can’t recall what kind of shoes I was trying on, but I remember the conversation as if it happened yesterday.

The pimply salesman, with his white shirt and narrow tie had my foot in his hand.

Salesman: Did you have a nosejob?

Me: What?!

Salesman: Did you have a nosejob?

Me: No! Why?

Salesman: Cause you have those dark circles under your eyes.

Me: I have allergies - the doctor said that’s why.

Salesman: It looks like you have blackeyes - like you had a nosejob.

Me: I’m eleven years old.

Salesman: You look older, and some girls get them for their birthday.

Me: If I had a nosejob, don’t you think I’d have gotten a better one than this?

I do remember leaving the store without any new shoes.