Hi! I'm a Canadian historical costumer and belly dancer who hasn't updated this space in nearly 10 years and has no idea what to say about herself right now :D I have one delightful furry sewing companion of the feline variety who believes my hands are better used serving him.
Springtime in Alberta (Unknown author)
When it's springtime in Alberta And the gentle breezes blow At seventy miles an hour And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Alberta 'Cause the snow's up to your butt And you take a breath of springtime air And your noseholes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful So I guess I'll hang around I could never leave Alberta 'Cause my feet are frozen to the ground.