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Thank You

I'm pretty much an ingrateful little jerk, as many of my therapists have said, but once and awhile even I feel the need to express my gratitude to the people who make my life so worth living. So I thought that I'd do it on my blog even though 1- its kind of late being several days after thanksgiving and all, and 2- most of the people I'm going to thank don't even know I have a blog and, in some cases, don't have any idea what a blog is. I hesitate to name specific names here mostly because I can't possibly list every single person who I am indebted to and appreciate in my life, and I'm tired and pressed for time and so I don't want anybody to feel left out if their name isn't on the list. But then I remember point #2 of my previous list and I think I'll probably be OK. If I miss anybody, its not becuase I don't love you. Ask me in person and I will tell you why I am thankful for you and then I will put you on my blog in a place of honor. I'm going to put the names in alphabetical order, too, so that nobody can feel slighted for having their name futher down on the list (though techinically this is good news for my friend Aaron). Alright, here goes. Let the touchy-feely stuff begin:

This year, at Thanksgiving time, I am grateful for the many wonderful people who brighten my life and make me feel like I'm worth something. Here are some of them. I am grateful:

To Aaron (and Mandy), for opening up your home and making me feel part of the family, like a brother, and letting me be part of a truly epic story and make truly epic friends.

To Adrian, for all the advice on the ladies, for your infectious enthusiasm, and for inspiring me to write.

To Bekah, for always looking up to me and liking me more than Blaine.

To Ben, for all the nerdy male-bonding as well as the wicked cool chemistry on stage in 2.1

To Blaine, for getting all my jokes, for quoting stuff from memory with me in perfect unison, and for being my best friend and cohort for as long as I can remember.

To Celeste, for being larger than life and amazing to watch, for letting me share the stage with you, and for punching me with joy when you see me. We're going to be in a show together again, you just wait.

To Chris, for making me crack up all the time, even on stage, for reminding me not to take anything too seriously, for the confidence you've given me, and for all the crazy stories.

To Dad, for teaching me how to laugh, for always being proud of me, and for being my friend.

To Dai, for explaining so much of the world to me, for all the fascinating trivia, good food, book recommendations, erudite conversations, and for shocking people who deserve it. I'm sorry.

To Dana, for being wonderful and reminding me what selflessness really means.

To Darci, for being so darling and adorable that I smile to see you, for listening to all my rambling stories, and for not always agreeing with everything Tyler and Leif say (You go, girl!)

To Debra, for being so fun to act with and be with and for keeping your boss in line.

To Derek, for getting in contact with me again, for reminding me that not all my memories of childhood are awful, for still being my best friend after years and years of separation.

To Grandma and Grandpa, for the food, the hugs, the example, and everything.

To John, for reminding me to look for the beauty in everything.

To Laura, for liking Hedwig as much as I do, for making life seem fascinating, and for loving art and beauty and England so much. You're a wonderful person.

To Leif, for being patient with all my faults, for loving all my strengths, for always being two steps ahead of me, for being the friend I can't live without, but most of all for changing the way I look at the world and making each day an adventure.

To Luke, for being so unique in a world full of carbon copies, for being honest and open, and for being such a geniunely good guy.

To Mom, for making me feel special and loved no matter what, for being there when I needed you most, and for giving birth to me. That was such a turning point in my life.

To my favorite Aunts (you know who you are)and your wonderful children for putting the fun back in "family function."

To Nick, for listening to me even when you didn't really want to, for trying to create things with me even though the marriage of our minds has only produced ugly, warped children due to my defective genes, for that laugh of yours, and for taking me up into the woods that night. Seriously man, that was way too nice of you.

To Say Jay, for being a good conversationalist, for liking Two Gents, and for always posting comments on my blog.

To Spencer, for the gaming, the skinny dipping, the debating, and the teasing - and most of all for making me laugh.

To Sylvia, for teaching me to dress well, for being supportive in all my decisions, for the intelligent discussions about theater, and for being my home away from home when we were in England together.

To Tyler, for making everything in life so much more amusing with your droll wit, for being a good friend to Leif, for your Homer Simpson impersonation, and especially for that eyebrow thing you do that makes you look all skeptical and condescending - it's so you.

To the guy who invented Egg Nogg. Really, dude, you rock.

To everybody I know who has made me smile.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey baby. Thanks for the shoutout, sincerely. I want to say my Thank You in person, the next time we meet as the JLAW. I miss you. Come over and let me get your back over that hill in Call of Duty 2.
Anonymous said…
Oh, you're so right, this was a good blog! And thanks be to you too, for all the rides, the million laughs and smiles, and also, the ethereally wonderful conversations we have. Its been fun to get to know you better, and I hope it continually continues. Oh, and thanks in the future for coming to the play on Saturday and looking past the questionable acting that I shall be presenting. And thanks for liking my name; I was having a downer today, you helped turn it up a bit.
Say Jay
Anonymous said…
PS... I copied you. Such a good idea. On my blog: www.livejournal.com/users/stargirlsayj enjoy. sj
Anonymous said…
Thanks, Matt. After a day when one's mom asks if he is depressed, it's good to hear that I can--or once was--a source of humor. Not the dried-up bitter heart that I have become. Later.
Anonymous said…
Reading your blogs has reminded me why it was so much hanging out with you and being your friend. Thanks for always making others smile!

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