We are most definitely comic book obsessed at our house.
We go to the opening night of comic book movies more religiously than just about anything.
I mean, not ALL of us.
We don't take the kids.
There are too many of them.
And we have to screen them first.
There are a few things that annoy me about opening nights of comic book movies.
Everyone claps. They clap when it starts.
They clap when superheroes do heroic things.
They clap when it's over.
They clap when the after credit scene starts.
And they clap when the second not a surprise anymore secret scene starts, almost as if they're actually surprised.
The clapping my gets me EVERY time.
It's like they're all a weird big family connected and bonding over these characters that they love.
And I look around and I'm like, "No...I'm not part of this family. Stop clapping. You're embarrassing yourselves. And I'm second hand embarrassed by all of you."
And shhhh....don't tell....but I ALMOST distractedly clapped along at the end of the first aftercredit scene tonight. Which made me even more irritated at that contagious clapping.
Before I let you think for too long that their enthusiastic clapping annoys me because I'm above their hero worship....let me steer you straight.
I'm so far below those stinky nerdy single men in my hero worship in ways that their limited life experience could never understand. And so I do not clap NOT because I'm embarrassed to be sitting amongst them in my comic book apparel. I'm not embarrassed. I don't clap along because it feels disrespectful. Do you clap in church?
Ok. Seriously though....don't you sometimes feel overwhelmingly like you should clap in church? And sometimes don't you feel bad for not showing your approval or enjoyment through clapping? Sometimes it just feels rude not to clap. And when you think about it too hard, just like thinking too hard on anything, clapping is weird. WEIRD.
Back to hero worship. Except now I'm tired and went on too long about clapping.
But I will say that there is a lot of truth in comic books and super heroes. And it's all relatable to our own lives, our history, our religions and our truths. And it's all thought provoking.
To sum up the embarrassing traditional drive home recap that joey and I have....
This is what I love about comic book movies in a nutshell.
The theme is always that it's not about you. They're heroes and they serve other people. It's not about them. And usually their lesson is to learn to control themselves and their bodies and to put others well being before their own selfish desires.
Also....there is usually a love interest or a back burner love story theme. But it's not the focus. It's more of a constant in the background. The reason for the hero to keep trying, etc but not a suffocating main theme to the movie.
Alright...let's talk politics next. ;)
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Wednesday, November 02, 2016
When he started he could only recognize 2 letters.
He knew a lot more sounds but had no idea what the names of the words were.
He didn't know his ABC's.
I didn't realize how behind he was until we met his teacher for testing at the end of the summer.
I have a few friends who teach reading. I talked to them and got some help and advice.
But the real problem isn't with his ability to learn, but more with my ability and willingness to TEACH.
I am impatient and I don't know how to get across to another brain what my brain knows.
Joey is good at that.
But he has a real job.
I tried a lot of things this summer but nothing was working like I wanted it to.
And then a cute little doll sized friend of mine told me about a book she used for her kids,
Click on the title to buy it right now from Amazon. It will change your life.
Within a week he had tripled the number of letters he could recognize.
Ok...that wasn't hard since he only knew 2.
The thing that makes it work for us when nothing else did is that it tells you in red writing EXACTLY what to say out loud to your child.
I don't have to know what I'm doing.
It literally says, "Say this...."
My 12 year old can do the lessons with him.
Anyone who can read can teach someone else to read.
I was excited to go to a parent teacher conference for the first time ever because I wanted to know what someone else was noticing who sees him and his progress as much as I do.
He still has a lot to learn and we are not even half way through the book.
But his little brain is so excited to be learning, he is like a SPONGE!
That sounds so much like a commercial.
We just finished a reading lesson and I was so excited I thought I'd share it with the world.
Oh yeah...and school is a good supplement to the book. ;)
Tuesday, November 01, 2016
First...if you're reading this on your phone will you just scroll to the bottom and click on the option to view web version? Please?
I'm clicking links to other blogs over on that sidebar and most peeps haven't blogged in years, obviously I get it.
Some say I no longer have permission to see their blog...what gives?
Lots are just gone. Poof...see ya.
There are a few who are still blogging and that is amazing to me. I've never had that much DEDICATION to anything.
So I would LOVE (meaning really appreciate and hold in high regard) anyone who would please comment and tell me your blog status.
Never plan on updating again, just lazy like me, deleted, a new one I've never read, a new address and you didn't mean to block me from having permission to read.
And I plan on spilling my guts over here more regularly like I used to. So look around. Give me some new blogging tips cause it's been awhile. Click on our pics to see all of our current favorite things. Tell me your favorite blogs.
And of course take a minute and re read my years old post on lazy stay at home moms where no one seemed to get the point that MEN are the enemy, not working moms vs. stay at home moms. Men. Men are the enemy, not other women. I love working moms. I love stay at home moms. Women are better than men. How did that not come across? Just joking...men aren't always the enemy. But make sure to click the comments anyway to reminisce over all the mean things people felt the need to say about a girl trying her best to raise good people who will someday contribute to society by sacrificing my best working years and any respect I could have ever hoped to get from society.
Here are some Halloween pics.