While I am riding the high from our little victory over junk let me share something else with you that makes me smile. I AM A NERD. Specifically a comic book nerd. Not scary, camp out for movie tickets or go to comic-cons dressed as Wolverine, or write fan letters to obscure comic artists. I have seriously considered doing all these things, but never got further than a sloppy plan. So...yeah I like the comic books and all things comic bookish. Before the kids I went so far as to buy hundreds, nay thousands of comic books. Which led into posters. Which led into toys. Which led into statues and busts. Which led into Cindy forcing me to take harsh inventory of my life.
After careful consideration I stopped obsessively collecting what Cindy calls "#%&@". Then magically the kids came along. I forgot about comics for a while. Sure, I would pick up the occasional copy but never got back into the spirit of it. Babies have a way of making you want to do just one thing with your free time...sleep. But baby boys grow into little boys and little boys love superheroes.
So, what you see here is about 25% of my collection of what used to be just dusty memories. Now, they are yet another way for me to connect with my boys. One day they may think I am a silly, silly old man, but right now...I am king.
2 comments:
Dude, I totally get you. I've got my own collection as well...
Brandon, of course you do. All the cool kids read comic books right? Right? We'll keep telling ourselves that anyway.
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