Years after I’d seen the first two Bridget movies about her diary, I decided to read the book. Backwards, but still.
LOVED the book.
Loved the movies, too, of course, but the book’s style was just like a daily account in someone’s diary and it was brilliant.
Natch, on the big screen, it had to have more of a flow to it, since they were telling a story with pictures. It also had to have cute men fighting over her like Hugh Grant and the other Mr. Darcy, the ever-charming Colin Firth. Who somehow manages to look fab even in a horrendous Christmas sweater:
Take that movie, subtract one Hugh Grant, add a pinch of McDreamy, sprinkle with hilarious dialogue and awkward situations, and you’ve got Bridget Jones’s Baby.
I’d seen the previews and figured all the funny parts were revealed, but there were soooo many more. I laughed (loudly) throughout the entire film. I look forward to seeing it again!
So grab a friend, a date, or even just a good snack and ugly sweather, and hit the theatres for this one. Skip the previews for this film if you haven’t seen them. Then it will all be new to you when you see it, and it’ll give you even more to laugh about!
There are so many great authors and books out there–I’m forever adding to my “Want to Read” list on Goodreads! I’m able to knock off a few titles at a time, typically. I nearly always have an audio book in progress as well as a hard copy (or two).
I listen to the audio book while I’m doing mundane tasks around the house and while driving in the car. I can get through books in a pretty timely manner in this format, and so many of the voice talents lend another dimension to the story. Sometimes the author will read the book, and it’s cool to experience the story exactly how they intended it to come across.
As for the hard copies, I do tend to putter along in some of those. I’m not a high-speed reader (never have been). I’m quite deliberate about the whole thing, really. I don’t want to miss a word or nuance anywhere, so I take my time. Some books I don’t want to end, so I allow myself to read little bits of them before bed. The last two I’ve done this with were Jenny Lawson’s books (currently reading Furiously Happy at a snail’s pace so it lasts foreverrrrr). Sometimes I’ll have a book in progress that’s entirely different that I’ll delve into before bed, only to go back to dipping into Jenny’s work again when I’ve finished.
There are others I pick up just when I feel like picking them up. They’re usually books filled with comedic short essays or helpful advice on sorting out the crap in one’s life.
I’m currently in the midst of one of the longest audio books I’ve read in a while. It’s nearly 22 hours long! That’s a lot of errand running, laundry folding, and bathroom cleaning! Thing is, it isn’t even all that captivating, but I persevere. It came highly recommended and got glowing reviews, so I figured it was worth my time. It’s The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert. I enjoyed Eat, Pray, Love, because she read the audio book and gave it a personal slant. Yes, I heard the movie sucked, but I know I’ll still get it out of the library one day. This is a departure from that book, as it’s fiction. Jury’s still out until I finish. Which should be sometime in the next calendar year….
That said, I’ve never had an issue with putting down a book that doesn’t grab me. Case in point: Fates and Furies. Oh my gosh, did I try with that book. Tried it two different times. I think I even tried the audio AND hard copy. Started it then started it over again. Why? My goodness, why were people giving it such high marks? Maybe those people also loved the one I’m trundling through now. I should look into that!
Our book club enjoyed The Girl on the Train, and we’re all eager to see the film adaptation this month. Have you read it? Will you see it? We had read Me Before You and were all a bit disappointed with the movie, though it was fun to see the characters come to life on the big screen.
So, what are you reading now? What’s on the to-read list?
Oh, hai! I’m back again. I just seem to drift to and fro with this blog, and I’ve lost nearly all my readers at this point, but I’m back again in case you want to throw a bookmark on your computer again. Or for the first time.
Or pretend you never saw this. Whatever works.
I generally come back with something silly to kick out the cobwebs, and since I’m hooked on watching these “Irish People Try” videos, I thought I’d share. Have you seen any of them? This one tickled my fancy in particular, because a couple of my favorite reviewers are on here (love the guy with the shaggy black hair, leather, and beard) and the first food is something I remember seeing for breakfast in The Netherlands.
I can actually turn my head again! I’ve been going to PT and doing my exercises in between appointments, and I’m happy to report I can now safely operate a motor vehicle! It’s wonderful to be able to actually check those blind spots instead of doing hail Mary maneuvers on the road.
Before I began treatment, it was excruciating to sit at the computer for more than 2-3 minutes at a time. I’m blerging nao! I’m thrilled to see the differences coming from the physical therapy work.
The first thing I do upon arriving there is lie down with a heated gel pad wrapped around the back and sides of m’neck. It’s like a tea cosy only better. Because it’s super toasty. And totally not knitted by your granny. Sweet Jeebus, it. is. the. best. It’s moist heat, so it’s way better than a heating pad. It’s like a big warm hug. From a really hot and kinda sweaty friend. Yeah. Ew. Strike that. It’s nice. We’ll leave it at that.
Next? Massage time.
They do sometimes beat me up a bit pressing on my spine just below my head as I look both ways to increase mobility, but the more I go, the less uncomfortable this part of the sessions is. They’re also adding weights to the exercises I do there, but I see that as a bonus of building muscle I’ve let go to pot over the years. I typically leave there feeling so much better than when I walked in.
I was seriously a hurting unit when this began! I still have stabby pains when I move the wrong way or turn my head too quickly (and sleeping can still be tricky), but we’re on the right track.
So this is my endorsement for physical therapy. If you have nagging issues you’ve been ignoring (such as, oh, I don’t know–not having full left-side turning mobility of your neck for well over a year), get thee to an expert in PT! STAT!
First, a neck update! Turned out to be a bulging disk causing all that agony for a couple weeks. Two physical therapy visits later, and I’m headed in the right direction with a new motto: Don’t be afraid to move (that’s advice from one of the fab PT ladies)! Will continue PT for at least a few more weeks and do my exercises at home.
Are you watching the Olympics? I’m not quite up to Olympic par for the folding finals, but I thought I’d post this video again to help spread that Olympic fever! And yes, I’m still glued to the TV to see my man Nathan Adrian in a Speedo.
On with the antics!
How I wish it were the figurative kind, because after 13 days of painful muscle spasms in my neck, I’m past the point of crying uncle. Now I’m basically crying “Please take me to someone who will knock me the eff out.”
I saw my doc and she recommended massage. That helped some–mostly aided range of motion in the direction of the “good” side of my neck, but I’ll take it.
Just touching the left side of my head at the base of my skull is enough to make me wince in pain. It feels as if it lost a 9-round match against a meat tenderizing mallet. I can’t figure that out.
Driving to the massage was interesting. As I’ve been on muscle relaxers around the clock for a week, I imagine my reflexes weren’t what they should be. I also resented the seat belt’s presence almost as much as my bra straps. Doesn’t take much to set off the spasms.
It also means I can’t sleep on that side, as placing the weight of my seemingly gigantic cranium on the pillow feels like lying on glass shards. Sleeping on the other side is nearly as precarious, as it also pulls on the left-side muscles, depending on the position. It’s really tough to find any position in which I can sleep. When I finally do, I invariably do something in my sleep to set off the flares of pain again on the left side (e.g., sleep on my back with my head turned all the way to the right, pulling on the already tender cables).
Last night I tried out the couch for a while, hoping I could position myself in such a way that I couldn’t do any damage with movement. Mixed results.
Tomorrow: Physical Therapy. Wish me luck. I’d really like to be able to move about freely again. It would also be cool to be able to enjoy activities with my kids instead of living like vampires all summer.
On the plus side, it does seem to get a tiny bit better each day (save any nighttime setbacks like last night’s), so I’m hopeful I’ll be better after some PT work. Apologies for the Debbie Downer impression!