My entire life, I have dreamt about going to the Oscars. Not just going to the Oscars, but being in the Oscars… that is, RECEIVING an Oscar. As a little girl, and then a young adult studying theater at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts, my dream was to win an award for Best Actress. Now, it’s for Best Adapted Screenplay, Original Screenplay or Sound Editing. I’ll take anything really. The point is, I really want an Oscar. Just seems so magical.
And I’ve been practicing my speech (again, it’s always with a British accent for some reason) since I was 4.
Well, after watching an entire evening of Anne Hathaway’s over the top “I’m so honored to be here” shtick as she “wooted” for legends like Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks, I felt inspired to jot down some of the things I’m truly thankful for….
So in no particular order….
Thank you to Tricia, Jonah’s trusted and loving nanny and my right hand gal. You keep us all straight and might be the only one able to talk a 3 year old down off a non stop “poop” talking ledge without losing your mind.
Thank you to my modern day pen pals: Nic
of My Bottles Up
and Debi of The Truth About Motherhood.
If only we all lived closer, I have no doubt we’d have a lot more to connect over than our blogs. Your comments and enthusiasm keep me going. Also, thanks for not being perfect. Makes me like you even more.
Thank you to my writing partner Lisa Gache
. Everyone should have a Lisa in their life. Calm, poised and an example of graciousness, Lisa’s become a great friend…. And the only person I know who truly despises her arms like I do. (My
arms, that is. Not hers. I think hers are perf
Thank you to my boyfriend J. The fact that you love me despite how many socks I’ve stolen, how little interest I have in Seinfeld (yep, I said it ;-)) and how many sentences I start and never finish, is amazing. Also, the fact that you keep a running “Jenny quotes” list in your phone… Um. That’s love.
Finally, a thank you to my mom, for never having your keys ready when you need to get in to the car, or in the front door. This unbelievable and comical phenomenon has, not only made me insane over the years, BUT made me a strive to be more prepared human being (and perhaps triggered the type A control freak side of me too. But that’s a whole ‘nother post). But mom. Thank you. You’re always there. Thank you.
There are at least two dozen other thank you’s that would need to go on my actual Oscar acceptance speech… including one to my darling and sweet Jonah. My life. My pride and joy. There are no words… And there are no spanx under this “workout” get up of mine. So I think I’ll save it….
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