Hello hello dearest fans. I have missed you, as I am sure you have missed me. Twenty One One came and went with an array of projects and adventures... but I find myself now four months into Twenty Twelve (which I hope is where you’re finding yourself as well… if not, there might be cause for concern).
So, we are a third into this new year and already our seemingly privately owned Eckert rollercoaster, “The Curveball” has taken a few spins…
First up, after a couple of ambulance rides and medical procedures, the Queen Mom is in the midst of a legal battle with Scientific Medicine. She is suing them for spewing negative falsehoods about heart attacks and leaky valves… Her lawyer, the Lord, feels she has a solid, open and shut case.
In all seriousness though, Mom is doing much better. I’ve been lucky enough to be able to be here in Wisconsin with her for the past few months and there’s been dramatic improvement since she came home from the hospital. Cooking the low sodium, low cholesterol, whole food meals has been my helping forté and I must admit, I didn’t know I had any aptitude as a homemaker… but I do. Seriously. Someone should lock this down…
As with any good rollercoaster, with plunging lows come soaring highs… The East Coast Eckert Kingdom is again pregnant! Below, Baby E says “What up!” to everyone. Andrew, Ashley and Nutty will welcome their new addition in October and I ask you all to join me in wishing and praying for my niece/nephew to join this world healthy and happy. (I am SO looking forward to being the bad-influencing yet bitchin'ly cool Aunt!)
We’ve taken a few loopty loops around a carpocalypse… (Apparently my sister, Princess Marissa, is the Angel of Death when it comes to automobiles and my brother, Prince Justin, has a haunted headlight. Also, if you didn’t know, folks: Mom's Jeep vs. Ally's Neon? No contest!)
It’s been a wicked ride thus far, and I can only imagine what else is in store… especially since I’ll be grabbing my already packed bags from Pauly’s attic in Seattle and heading to Los Angeles in the fall. Six months ago, I decided I wanted to go back to school. Five months ago, I sent in an application for a very competitive graduate film program. This month, I finally got the much-anticipated word… I have been accepted as a 2012-13 Directing Fellow at The American Film Institute Conservatory!
Since this is my blog, I feel I can gloat a bit, right? This program is incredible! First of all, only 28 Directing Fellows out of hundreds of applicants worldwide are accepted each year! (I feel I must apologize for the loud voice in my head yelling, “suck it” to certain previous professors. This voice obviously lacks maturity and class, unlike myself.) Over the next two years, I’ll get to direct alongside peers who are as passionate and enthusiastic as I am. I can’t wait!
LA, here I come… Wisconsin, thanks for keeping me company and Seattle, I promise I won’t stay away too long.
PS - If you’re interested in “getting in on the ground floor” to help group-fund a Director, check out this write-up and its links in Seattle Celebrity News