A virtual birthday present for Jill. . . . she deserves a lot better.

Ok, I'd just like to takes a moment and send a big old southern red-neck yell out to the birthday girl. Jill http://www.jillwrites.com/myblog.html, this is for you.

Happppeee Birfffffdaaaaaay Jjjjjjiiillllllllll ah!!!!! WwwhhoooooooooooHhhhooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sure that you won't have to return it so I have taken the tags off already. The good thing about red-neck yells is that they really are "one size fits all". Also, I seriously doubt anyone else is giving you one. You might get a cheap knock off birthday yell, but the original is well worth the loss of social status to the givee. Now to the extolling of virtues. . . . . in mildly poetic form


If Jill was a weather pattern she would not be a tropical depression. Oh, no. She would not even be a tornado, a blizzard, or drought (except if she is inhumanly busy). Neither is she a deluge (unless she is, well, sometimes she may be a little too fast to follow), no hail of ice or locust plague. . . . . I'm not sure how locust get to be considered a "weather anomily" but they do. . . . . . Jill is not a hurricane, or her eastern cousin the typhoon. Not a bright summer day, or a fall morning of grey. Jill may be a Nor-easter, and yet she is not. Is Jill a dust storm. . . . nay. . . . nor one of sand. Jill is not a spring shower, or a late fall drizzle. A cold morning dew or a chilly fall frost. No dry weather cold, or humid hot day. No chance of showers or mostly sunny indecision.

If Jill were a weather pattern she would be a mid summer nights thunderstorm (with a nod to the bard). Lots of lightning crackling throught the clouds. A lightshow with emphatic sound. Moving and growing, expectations, reaching a peak and then simultaneous FLASH and BOOM. The thunder of Jill collapses the sound of night and silent awe grows in the aftermath of her bared might. Before you can collect yourself, she gently showers you with warm gentle rain of her soul, slowly growing in intensity until you begin to fear, too much? Can this go on? Will there be a flood?

But no, she settles into your heart and gently waters you with her life, the thing that makes her tick. Never more than you can soak up, but enough to quench your thirst. Her life waters go to feed you. Jill's don't come along into everyone's lives. But then again, not everyone loves the storm for more than it's rain. There is so much more to Jill than her rain. Jill is a summer storm born on the night's warm breeze. Love me some Jill.


This concludes the extolling of virtues portion of the birthday. Now on to the drunken debauchery. . . . . . I wonder when the birthday girl will come by??? Should we wait?