December Morn
This was taken yesterday. Twelve above, still and snowing. Now it’s clear, windy (of course), and trying to get above freezing. One can hope.
I haven’t been keeping up with this place, or my flickr photos. I had a cold that was starting to feel like the plague. But I can’t take a break from the day to day operations of feeding my crew. I carry on. Runny nose, aching back, vertigo, shot shoulders, bum knee and whatever else happens to be going on is ignored for the time being. Once I’m finished outside, I can come in and crash for a while.
Betty Western has tagged me for a meme. And it is a Me Me. I haven’t done one in ages, so I think that it’s time. Please do visit Betty’s place.
Here are the rules. 1. Link to your tagger and post these rules. 2. Share 7 facts about yourself: some random, some weird. 3. Tag 3 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them). 4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.
Seven facts about moos, I’m not sure if they’re random or weird or both:
1. I usually have a green thumb outside, but I can’t keep houseplants alive. Maybe it has something to do with the dust bison I raise.
2. I do not consider myself an authority at anything. I know a little bit about a lot of things. I know a lot about a few things. I always want to learn more.
3. I am second generation American. My parents were born in New York, as was I. My paternal grandfather was born in Kalavryta, which makes it extra fortunate that he came to the United States. My paternal grandmother was also an immigrant from Greece. My maternal grandfather was from Galway, Ireland. My maternal grandmother was born in Liverpool, England to Irish parents. Both of my grandfathers died when I was a child, but I do remember them. Both of my grandmothers died long before I was born.
4. I ended up in Williston, North Dakota before I made it to Montana. I like North Dakota. Honestly, I like all of the places that I’ve been. There are four states in the lower 48 that I have never been to. Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Kentucky. I hope to see them.
5. My favorite color changes all the time. For the last year or so it has been brown.
6. “Karen, why’d you do that?” My Queens accent comes out when I’m tired or angry. It’s not Fran Drescher, but my vocabulary shamefully will deteriorate to Goodfellas.
7. I love to cook - and eat.
I’m going to tag three bloggers. All are Montana ladies that I have met in real life. I hope that they can find the time for the meme.
Come on, Pandora.
Your turn, Laurie.
Martha - how about a little meme about you you?

December 2nd, 2007 at 9:22 pm
I am so sorry you are under the weather while trying to stay on top of it. I can totally relate…the animals trust that the food will be there. You have such a handful though and it’s hard to think of you doing it all alone and not feeling well. Please take care. I hope you’ll get well soon.
December 3rd, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Well then, ferry cross the Mersey and have friday tea with the McCartneys. If the blitz doesn’t destroy the Dingle, we can push our luck in Achaia… bad idea. Never mind me. I’m still tossed over the Elgin Stones. Call it my quasi-guilty mea-culp-a-bility [sic] for proximity to things related to Ilian resistance. When all is said and done, we can feel superior, sitting on Olympian beaches with all the German tourists and our Swedish wives, whilst drunkingly blaming the Brits for “really” screwing up the world. (We’ll pretend the Celts didn’t annihilate the Irish nor Norsemen pull the wings off butterflies before evolving into Bono, bog virgins and Alfred Nobel, respectively. Everyone knows Scarlet O’Hara wasn’t catholic. Just stoop-id!) Yasu! I knew a man [what man? the man with the power! what power…he looked like Johnny Cash!] who whence a lad had created a real health problem slitting throats, until the Wermacht dispatched engineers into the sewers to see what was stinking up the street trade near. (”Oh, so that’s what happened? We thought those soldiers went AWOL.” They never did find the bodies burning in the garbage dump! Fires in the Peloponnese are always bad news!) So run did he to Olympia to find something himself: the welcome mat rolled up. Any wonder why? Things like that can haunt a guy a lifetime… and then, his own kid brother does a dern fool thing like become a combat photographer; later spending a night in Amityville he swears was more chillin’ then Charlie. Those crazy Mediterraneans and their superstitious ways, always caught in the crossfire of boogiemen and bullets. “And I will tell you ’bout Phaedra…one velvet morning when I’m straight.”
December 15th, 2007 at 6:18 pm
Karen, I’m sorry I missed the tag, but I will do it soon, I promise.
December 22nd, 2007 at 11:48 am
Speaking of tags, your it.
Every time time I see pics of you feeding in the snow I stop complaining about feeding in the rain.