Once upon a time I was a seriously avid reader. Stinky was the type of kid who liked to sit quietly and play with his toys while I also sat quietly in the same room but didn't bug him. It was an ideal situation for consuming mass quantities of books. Then Baby 2 was born and he likes to reaffirm over and over and over again that he is not his brother and that means I've read like 4 books this year. Baby 2 has destroyed easily twice that many while I was going potty.
But if there is one person who can make me carve out some real reading time it's Liz Lemon.
One of the fun things about being a mom to small children is that they like to laugh when anyone else is laughing, even if they have no idea what is going on. So every time I busted out laughing at Tina Fey's new memoir, Bossypants, my kids would start giggling too. It made for a very jolly afternoon.
Best 'Holy What It's Like She's In My Head' moment:
While people around me start to relax, I keep my eyes on the sea, waiting to be rocketed into it on a wave of fire. I'll be ready for it to happen and that way it won't happen. It's a burden, being able to control situations with my hyper-vigilance, but it's my lot in life. (pg 96-97)
I actually wrote a post on my old blog about how sometimes I have to stay up all night because it is only my hyper-vigilance that is keeping us from getting murdered in our beds. True story.
Best 'Oooh, I Maybe Need a Poster With That' moment:
When faced with sexism or ageism or lookism or even really aggressive Buddhism, ask yourself the following question: "Is this person in between me and what I want to do?" If the answer is no, ignore it and move on. (pg 144)
So applicable to so very many things.
Generally quite funny and tightly written with a few swear words and vulgarities to make you wonder if your mom knows what you're reading these days.
My in-laws are big-time readers and are very generous with the books they've finished, which means my father-in-law handed me Dave Barry's I'll Mature When I'm Dead at the same time as Bossypants and admitted he found the former more entertaining.
Dave Barry did earn more laughs per page. He pretty consistently hits it out of the park for me and this one was no exception. He does funny mixed with irreverence mixed with a little bit of sweetness so very well. His writing is short essay style, which is great if you're, say, a young mom with kids who are constantly interrupting and needing things from you (so inconsiderate). You can put the book down and pick it back up and not lose the thread of the story because there isn't one. It's like a really well written blog, come to think of it.
A part that I loved (mostly because I've seen it happen):
...[Y]our baby is around three months old. He or she will be lying on his or her back, making random baby movements and sounds, as though communicating with invisible space aliens. Suddenly, you and your baby will make eye contact, and something will pass between you. Then you will lean over, and-- as millions of fathers have before you-- you wil place your mouth on your baby's belly and blow in such a manner as to make a sound like a musk ox breaking wind. this will have a profound effect on your baby. This will strike your baby as the funniest thing that he or she has experienced in his or her entire life. Your baby will laugh, and it will be the purest and best laugh you ever heard. You will laugh, too, and you will have no choice but to re-flatulate the baby's belly, and your baby will think it's even funnier the second time. So you'll do it again, and again, and again, and it will get funnier every time. You and your baby will be laughing and drooling like a pair of morons. Which you are, but in a good way.Pretty sure the term "re-flatulate" is going to make its way into our household vocabulary.
What are you reading these days? Anything worth ignoring my children for??
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