Pretty much have been laughing myself to sleep at night reading this book. Tina Fey 's dry sense of humor combined with pop culture scenarios has me rolling. The book has started being very auto-biographical with her days at Summer Showtime getting acquainted with theatre and gay friends. She also tells of her parent's "parenting techniques" and this alone makes me die with laughter.
In a chapter I read last night she talks about her dad and how he makes such a impression on all who meet him. She begins talking about how she was so scared of him when she was younger and had to come to realize that that is just the way his face looks. This was hysterical because earlier in the day Neeley and I were talking about how scared of our mom's we were adn sometime still are.
What is it about a parent's ability to literally scare the tar out of you?! They can just give you a look and sends chills down your spine.
I remember being so scared of my mom and aunts. The Blanton women have an ability to come flying out of the door with a distinct look that will send you in sheer terror. It is ironic though because I RARELY got in trouble. I was always very scared for the person they were going after, whispering desperately in my head for them to run away from what was headed their direction.
I remember the just about ONE AND ONLY time I DID get in trouble. The Schmidt's were living with Nana and Grandy on Bent Tree here in Amarillo and the twins had just gotten a go kart. Neeley and I FINALLY got our turn to take it out for a spin. It was slightly drizzling that day (which is probably why we got to drive it, the boys didnt want to get it wet) and Neeley was in the driver's seat. She told me to grab the wheel while she pulled her hair back or some girly nonsense, we hit a wet patch and BAM! right into the new neighbors drain pipe. We both got out looked at it for a minute and decided to take off. We went straight home acted like nothing had happened and got into Nana and Grandy's jacuzzi bathtub. By this time we were laughing and playing in the bubbles thinking all our troubles are far far behind us. Then they came... the ANGRY mom's. Ohh man the look on their faces. TERROR! Needless to say we got us a big case of trouble that day.
I remember one day not too terribly long ago, maybe a couple of years when I finally realized I wasn't "scared" of my mom anymore. Maybe I never was... I have come to realize that I am worried I will disappoint her and as I have grown up I realize that is much worse than getting in trouble.
Just a random thought I had while reflecting on Tina's book.
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