I seem to write about storms a lot

This spring has been lousy with tornadoes. You can't tell me that climate change isn't real. I do enjoy a good storm, but the enjoyment is rather reduced when they happen every fucking week!
The constant interruptions in my internet access are a pain as well.

Such is life.

Looks like it is time to head into the closet under the stairs.

It is that time again

Mmm, the air is throbbing with the promise of an atmospheric orgasm. The tension of a coming storm is so arousing. I just imagine all the power...

Better late than never

There are few things that arouse me more than a girl with a nice hard ass wearing a tight pair of pinstripe trousers. No other pattern or pant style will do. I suspect that this odd preferense is a lingering vestige of the attraction I felt for a certain girl from the past. How strange though that out of all of her many wonderful and sexy attibutes I would focus on her pants.

And no, she wasn't a stripper.

All I ever do is talk about the weather

Snow tomorrow! Or so we are promised.
It seems so unlikely following a sunny, sixty degree day, but such is the capriciousness of weather. I meant to post a blog from my phone about Valentine's day, but the damned thing wouldn't send. I place all of the blame squarely on Google, and accept none of it for myself. I won't give up though. I have just this moment thought of a possible solution. There may be a Valentine's post in April. Keep alert.
I miss having snows at least once a year. I need more heavy snows while I am still young enough to enjoy them. I wonder where I got this love for inclimate weather? Too much Mary Shelly as a child?

Just talking about the weather

Ok, I have been naughty. I haven't been updating as regularly as I promised myself. I shall have to give myself a spanking.
The weather lately has been a shade more than odd. Sixty and seventy degrees in January is unusual even in West Tennessee. Last night the storm front that has been rumbling through the midwest came for a visit, and it was a great dissapointment. The wind was pretty good and it rained enough to float an ark. The rest of the storm, however, was woefully inadequate. There were a few impressive bolts of lightning, but they were few and to far away to really make the thunder rumble. Although the sky had a beautiful bruised hue early on, it quickly settled into the same old same old overcast grey. Not an auspicious start to the year for storms. Still, it was leagues better than anything we had last year. I do love a good storm.

CHRISTMAS TIME

Here I sit by a smoldering fire surrounded by mounds of given gifts and spent wrapping paper, watching birds fly through the clear, pale southern christmas sky. No snow, but a white christmas is a rare enough occasion not to warrant reasonable expectation. Still, what a curious combination of exhaustion and warm contentment. Life is truly sweet, but not so sweet as to become saccarine. May this day live forever in my heart.

Just a little test to familiarize myself with my new phone. What a wonder is technology! What toys we now have! My Mom got me this phone for christmas. I know, I'm so spoiled! Perhaps now that I have this phone I will start adding pictures to my posts. Perhaps.