Do You Know What Today is?
An unrevealed number of years ago, in the wonderful country of Canada, a little blue-eyed angel was born.
As she grew, she travelled about, visiting various countries with her mom.
She went to Queens to become a rock identifier and decided to travel the world shortly after that.
She worked in telecom for a while, which is where I met her.
What makes this lovely lady so special?
Stay tuned…
That’s What I Like About You
Mrs. J is an amazing person. If you have ever met her, you’d be hard pressed not to be taken in by her good-looking-ness*. She has a very infectious smile and big, beautiful eyes.
She’s also very warm and friendly. She cares a lot about many people and things, and fights for what she believes in.
She has a lot of patience**, and is very kind.
The happiest day of my life was the day I got to walk down the aisle and become your husband, Mrs. J!
The Long and Winding Road
As in any relationship, the world has tossed good times and bad times our way. Of course, we weather the storms like an experienced pirate crew.
Of course, I have dished out more than my fair share of nonsense to the lovely Mrs. J. Observe some of the things she puts up with, and what she does to keep the peace…
- I practically bugged Mrs. J to see Superman Returns with me. She went, even though she knew she was going to hate it, just to make me happy.
- She continues to go camping with me, even though I snore like a chainsaw.
- She always takes the time to listen to my Karate stories. They are tedious and boring. Seriously. Made moreso by my tendency to repeat myself.
- I have an annoying tendency of repeating myself.
- I say many, many dumb things. Mrs. J has rolled her eyes so many times she can lift a ton with her eye muscles.
- I have an annoying tendency of repeating myself.
Guest Poet!
Tug has offered up a poem to celebrate the day for Mrs. J.
Who is Tug, you may ask? Well, he’s an uncle who’s like a friend and brutha. A camping master like no otha, whom I will profile in good time.
Read and enjoy…
Ode to a Dutch Girl (A Poem by Tug)
There is a little Dutch girl
That got married to a geek
She puts up with his antics
And is very far from weak
There is a little Dutch girl
That stepped into our lives
Things seem so much brighter
With Dutch girls as our wives
There is a little Dutch girl
A niece that joins me in a pub
A good friend’s wife and wife’s good friend
Confused? Well join the club
There is a little Dutch girl
A beacon in the smog
A gentle soul, a loving heart
Godmother of our dog
Want To Leave a Message?
If you feel like leaving a message for Mrs. J, feel free! This day is her day, so comment away!
* – Yes. You heard me. I am allowed to make up words here.
** – Seriously. She does. She’s married to me, isn’t she?
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