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On A Very Personal Note

1. Thank you, Mom, for everything.
2. Thank you, Dad, for pointing out the chipmunk.
3. Thank you, Jean.  Wait until you see your new house.
4. Thank you, Grandma, for pretending to like Metallica.
5. Thank you, Grandpa, for the box.  I think you knew...
6. Thank you, Mikey, for Hound Dog on the guitar.  Before you smashed it over my head.  Brothers are jerks.
7. Thank you, Pappy, for the change.
8. Thank you, Brenda, for always coming at the right time.
9. Thank you, Jenny, for the card 3 months late.  It is still my favorite one.
10. Thank you, Mrs. Houting, for the poster in your Grade Two classroom with the word empathy on it.  Thank you more for never pointing it out. 
11.  Thank you, Michelle, for playing road hockey with me.
12. Thank you, Scott, for friendship before we even knew.  Wow, man.  We could make a movie.  Love you, Big Bro.
13. Thank you, Carrie, for being such a girl.
14. Thank you, my friend in Iowa, for day or night.
15. Thank you, Adrienne, for sitting behind me in Seventh Grade.
16. Thank you, Miranda, for allowing me some time.
17.  Thank you, Kelvin.  I miss you.
18. Thank you, Nancy, for the cheques.  I loved your kids.
19. Thank you, Marlene, for hand signals.  We were un-stoppable.
20. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, for the world's best Kool-Aid.
21. Thank you, Don, for the dance.
22. Thank you Janet, for the cinnamon buns.
23. Thank you, Rob, for being my first chosen music dealer.
24. Thank you, Penny, for the black blazer.
25. Thank you, Stephanie, for swinging higher than me.
26. Thank you, Aunt Sue, for letting me idolize everything about you. 
27. Thank you, Mark, for letting me ramble. And ramble. And ramble. And ramble.
28. Thank you, Diane, for My Pet Monster.
29. Thank you, Alisha, for being that brave in class.
30. Thank you, Tanya, for the best sleep-over.  Ever.
31. Thank you, Uncle Jack, for the $50.
32. Thank you, Kelly.
33. Morgan.
34. Heather.
35. Grade Six freaking rocked.
36. Thank you, Ian, for letting me not even have to ask if I can use your name.
37. Thank you, Al, for the ride home.
38. Thank you, Cousin Jamie, for Robot.  Like I am actually thank you for this?!?!?!  That is insane!  It was great fun in the moment.  I think just because it involved you.
39. Thank you, Krista, for Practically Perfect Punctuation.
40. Thank you, Kim, for our gerbil story.
41. Thank you, Cheri, for singing.
42. Thank you, Cindy, for being here everyday.
43. Thank you, Angie, for smiling through it all.
44. Thank you, Jerry.  It was always a pleasure to play cards with you.
45. Thank you, Chris, for the bubble gum.
46. Thank you, Mr. Arthur, for singling me out.
47. Thank you, Cheryl, for letting me be a teenager.
48. Thank you, Faith, for caring twice.
49. Thank you, Eric, for Super Nintendo.
50. Thank you, Marsha.
51. Thank you, Aaron, for the poem.
52. Thank you, Jenn, for letting me copy off you in French class.
53. Thank you, Jim, for walks to Tim Hortons.
54. Thank you, Kelli, for summer fur coat fashion shows.  We were fabulous.
55. Thank you, Rick, for Billy Ray Cyrus.
56. Thank you, John, for things never changing.
57. Thank you, Mrs. McCrea, for just rolling your eyes when I boarded you school bus.
58. Thank you, June, for being a teenager with me.
59. Thank you, Tammy, for the whole Jimmy, Jimmy dance.
60. Thank you, Terri, for Papa Smurf.
61. Thank you, Dallas, for tough words. 
62. Thank you, Jamie, for knowing when to walk away.
63. Thank you, Scott.  I enjoy every conversation we have ever had.
64. Thank you, Natalie, for the vest.
65. Thank you, Tom, for being the best baseball captain in the world. 
66. Thank you, Russell, for just laughing.
67. Thank you, Jen, for Meatloaf.
68. Thank you, Vanessa, for your apartment.  It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
69. Thank you, Mary-Ann, for not being a "tree", like other people we knew.  Sigh.
70. Thank you, Jay, for the drawing.
71. Thank you, C.J., for being there when Desert Storm broke out.
72. Thank you, Les, for being "the weirdo singing outside for you".
73. Thank you, Kerry, for the beer.
74. Thank you, Reese, for the Stephen King conversation.
75. Thank you, Ross, for always coming, no matter how long we did not talk to each other.
76. Thank you, Mr Stead, for fairness.
77. Thank you, Aunt Debbie,  Those boots made me feel fabulous.  But not as much as The Cat.
78. Thank you, Tara, for letting me borrow those wonderful jeans.
79. Thank you, Albino, for taking the beating.
80. Thank you, Wendy, for still not coming to get your left-over furniture.
81. Thank you, Nora.  You made me an authority on the topic.
82. Thank you, Matchbox Twenty.  Hello!  You rock.  I love you.
83. Thank you, Patrick, for helping me pick out my web cam.
84. Thank you, Lisa, for telling me I was the funniest person you knew.  Hey IS for horses. Hay?  How should this be typed?
85. Thank you, Carolyn, for not really getting mad about the whole Three Musketeer thing.
86. Thank you, Larry.  Where would I be without you?  And for Crazy Eights, man.
87. Thank you, Charlie, for inviting me out to California.
88. Thank you, Amber.  Don't we look fantastic?  We sure do, baby.
89. Thank you, Paul, for grass slides.
90. Thank you, Lynn, for telling me about it.
91. Thank you, Dave, for phone calls from the mall.
92. Thank you, Vicky.  You made the Quebec trip.
93. Thank you, Brian, for letting me change your name.
94. Thank you, Anne, for letting me show off last week.
95. Thank you, Jesse, for grey day walks.
96. Thank you, Shonda, for asking.
97. Thank you, Dale, for knowing I would not ask during The Game.  And for knowing everyone else would.
98. Thank you, Danielle, for making life real.
99. Thank you, Bill, for noon hour every Friday.
100. Thank you, to YOU.  Some of you keep coming back here.  Even sometimes, daily.  Thank you for stepping into my world.  I love stepping inside yours.  You have given me a most beautiful gift.  Bigger than you can possibly know.
101.  Thank you.  You did not think I would forget you, did you?



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