THANK YOU...
For buying me basketball cards and jerseys even though they are useless, for always telling me I'm handsome, for being so nice to my friends and offering to buy them pizza all the time, for making the best grilled cheese sandwiches ever, for singing to me when I was little... I'm sure I enjoyed it as much as you say, for making me birthday posters, for all the hugs you've given me, for being such a big fan of my basketball playing, for taking me on many memorable vacations out west, for coming in to my 2nd grade class and making bread, for always telling me I'm so smart, for taking your aggressions out on a spoon and not me, for making me food when I whine that I'm hungry, for taking me to Washington DC in 8th grade, for your continuous generosity, for the ability to laugh at farts... you are amazing at that, for the work ethic you instilled in me, for fun car rides in the fiero up to ipfw, for peeling oranges for me because I don't have fingernails and am too lazy, for making a great apple pie, for wrapping presents for us while we all went to see Christmas movies, for all the other things I'm skipping over and for all the things you will do in the future, thank you for loving me so much Mom. I love you too.
6 comments:
Uh oh, the Cheese Bus is pulling out of the station, I'd better hop on board too...
Thanks for forgiving me that I'm such a crappy caller. I'm bad at staying in touch with people. Thanks for the genes (Dad too.) They've been working out real well. Thanks for helping with that ridiculous puppet show I made when I was six that shamelessly manipulated the system and got me into Visions. Thanks for packing me sack lunches in 4th grade. Did you know I used to sell those for 5 bucks to Stuart Loshee, a hungry 6th grader? Yeah. Thank you thank you thank you for paying for my mission. Thank you. Example of parenting, awsome at cooking, totally a good sport, the "daughter who's most like you" thing, there's just too much. I love you, ma.
-Rusty
Cheese bus?... I'm just incredibly cute and thoughtful. I guess mom and dad didn't share the genes equally ;)
-karl
Cute? And I thought I was the most daughter-like son. ;)
-Rusty
Claudia responds:
You guys are too much! I loved the comments! Sometimes I wonder what it will be that you remember about me when I'm dead and gone, and it's nice to know that you will remember how funny I thought it was when I bought that jar with the farty-noise plastic stuff inside. I got that on a field trip to the Columbus Ohio Science Museum, and it really tickled my funnybone.
Hey, I'm wishing some of you were home to come with me on the school trip to Cedar Point on Saturday! Do you remember coming with me to Cedar Point? I remember some little eighth grade girls putting the moves on someone--was it Ryan?--when I has to take them home in disgrace because they didn't get to the bus on time! We haven't had anyone miss the bus for a while. Riding home with me must be a fate worse than death. I do remember having to take home this kid who got soaking wet the year it was forty degrees, and he was shaking and shivering so violently that he got sick. He vomited on the bus twice, and Tim called and asked me to take him in my vehicle--he was making the bus stink, and the other kids were starting to become ill. I also remember waiting for three African-American boys who missed the bus in the morning. I got stopped for speeding while I was trying to catch up with the bus, but the policeman let me off when I told him what I was doing and he looked in the Suburban and saw those three black kids.
Anyway, Dad is flying out to Utah on Thursday to go to the Corvette race with Ryan, and so I have to go alone to Cedar Point this year. Wish you were here!
Hey! Tell Dad (or Ryan I suppose) that I'd love to see some pics of the 'vette race. Post 'em!
Sorry I didn't call tonight ma. I figured I just talked to you. And anyway, I tried to call Betsey without any luck, so she got the phonecall (or would have) that WOULD have gone to you.
As for Cedar Point, I have the fondest of fond memories of those trips. The coolest. One of the best things about Claudia is this: more than anything else in the world, she wants people to be comfortable and happy when they are with her. Whoever they may be, whatever they might want to do, Mom is accommedating. She would have made a fantastic concierge: (from wikipedia) "In hotels and certain other facilities, a concierge assists guests with various tasks like finding taxicabs, restaurants, and interesting places to visit. In upscale establishments, a concierge is often expected to "achieve the impossible", dealing with any request a guest may have, no matter how apocryphal or strange, relying on an extensive list of personal contacts with various local merchants and service providers."
Mom never went to Cedar Point for her own amusement. She just likes seeing thepeople she's with happy. That's a rare trait and it speaks highly of its possessor, dig?
-Rusty
Rusty, we'll definitely put some pictures up. i love you too mom.
-ryan
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