Ode to Winter

It's winter here in Oswego
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love Oswego
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter and
your nose it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Oswego,
Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Sometimes, I think it's a charity's option to move super slowly on a project. I donated to one of my favourite charities a week or so ago - bought one of their swag support items. Not only does it get their name out there, but they make a hefty profit on the sale of the merchandise. As of yet it hasn't arrived. I can only hope that they are too busy actually preforming charity work to process my order.


*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Have some new pretty pictures of some pretty men. It's the simple things in life that makes one happy, no? Maybe I'll upload a few shortly and share them. It's such a shame that men these days look either like riggers or chavs or fekeda.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

New story is up around 25 pages already. Thinking of posting it in parts to the writing group. I think it has merit to continue, but it's not my best work. First person is always so hard to write. Struggling through it when I find the time. Bits of it are amusing, so much of it just seems... blah. But then I never did like my own writing much. Others seem to enjoy it, so I keep at it.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Ok, a yummy photo. Look how young they are, with their little poodle perms. Awwww! (insert sickening sweet heart on wings nonsense here)