yours truly, out in full force

It's a fine evening in Belleville. A little cold. A touch damp, but spirits are high tonight. At this very moment, I am listening not to music but the sound of Ruth's voice on the phone. I tell you friends and family, it is sweeter than fine wine. And this fellow has indulged in that fine liquor once before! Appropriately of course mom.

This is my second last week on The Pioneer and I'l admit, I can't wait. It's been challenging, heart-breaking and mind-numbingly exhausting. But I live. I breathe. I keep walking the treadmill of life.

For this Easter weekend, the lovely lady and I will again, be trekking up to Magnetewan. I am super-stoked. It will also be a new adventure. We are deciding to take another route which apparently shaves off an hour. I highly doubt this.

Now instead of posting lyrics to a song I've been listening to, I thought it'd be funny to post ones I made up, giving you reader, the opportunity to make up your own tune or jingle.

I walked along a street
I stepped on some feet
I saw the cartoon character Pete
And in case you didn't know, he's on Goof Troop

So I sit and I strum
But I don't try to hum
Because no one likes that
Especially not your mum

I'm illiterate, but that's just dandy
Because none of the ladies find that handy

(Chorus everyone!!!)

So I sit and I strum
But I don't try to hum
Because no one likes that
Especially not your mum

At the end of the road
Lies a dead chicken
who got run over by a toad
in a lambourgini