I love the X-men.
I do. I used to collect the comics with an ex-boyfriend, and in my rush to RUN away from that relationship, I conceded the collection to him in our parting. (dumb arse move of the week) It was mostly the Age of Apocolyspe series that I miss most for reasons I will expand on later. I always had a particular affinity for the charaters Storm and Rouge. *just a note that in the movies both Storm and Rogue are a complete let down.
Moving on - I liked Storm cause she was the black charater, a woman mind you and dude- she could control the weather. How cool is that, I think I kinda feel like rain… and poof you got some rain.
Now Rogue she was a completely other ball of wax. Her gift - and curse, if you will - was that she pulled the life out of anyone she touched.



When I had Cammy I had grand visions of the kind of mom I would be. And one of the things I was most adamant about was writing. Basic writing. I wanted Cammy to be the type of kid who writes notes and letters to people. Thank you cards, and invitations. Just thought of you’s, and journals. Not simply be resolved to emails and text messages wrttn n srt hnd jus 4 ppl who can’t read WITH VOWELS IN THE WORDS.
Jerry and I are slowly coming into our parenting roles. Granted our child is fast approaching her third birthday. However I think our parenting styles have morphed into what I expect to be a holding pattern for a little while. Minor tweaks withstanding. I was reading on another blog how one dad was reflecting on the difference between his parenting style and his wife’s parenting style. The differences were humorous to say the least. Jerry and I are vastly different in basic stereotypical mommy daddy ways.