Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts
Saturday, July 28, 2012
The reason for my absence...
Not only was it a good week, it turned out to be a good week to be out of town.
Our prayers go out to the victims and their families of the Aurora shooting. This story hit just a little too close to home: with a few of the students from my school being involved. From what I've heard, all are expected to make a full recovery....with time and support. They can certainly count on support from the nurses office once we all return to school next month.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Making the connection
For years, Thing One has struggled with that "making a connection" part of reading. You know, how does the book relate to his own situation. For the longest time, he'd just look at you with the blank stare as if he were saying "and this is important, why?".
Last night, I had a glimmer of hope that he was starting to get it when he blurted out that one of the characters in his book was "just like you Mom".
Only to be suddenly jolted back to reality when he continued with "well, except she has brown hair and you don't. And her eyes are brown and yours aren't"
Oh well...at least he's trying.
Hubby and I sent the boys to bed early last night and we settled in to watch Wild Hogs (pass the bad parent award my way: it wasn't even 7pm when we called it a night for them!). I found myself making connections to Hubby and some of the elements of the movie. (For those not familiar with the premise of the movie, 4 middle aged guys hit the road on their motorcycles)
The only problem is Hubby doesn't drive a hog, doesn't toss his gadgets to the wind and just seek the calm of the open road, and well...last time I checked he wasn't married to a swim suit model.
OK, so maybe this connection struggle is genetic?
Last night, I had a glimmer of hope that he was starting to get it when he blurted out that one of the characters in his book was "just like you Mom".
Only to be suddenly jolted back to reality when he continued with "well, except she has brown hair and you don't. And her eyes are brown and yours aren't"
Oh well...at least he's trying.
Hubby and I sent the boys to bed early last night and we settled in to watch Wild Hogs (pass the bad parent award my way: it wasn't even 7pm when we called it a night for them!). I found myself making connections to Hubby and some of the elements of the movie. (For those not familiar with the premise of the movie, 4 middle aged guys hit the road on their motorcycles)
The only problem is Hubby doesn't drive a hog, doesn't toss his gadgets to the wind and just seek the calm of the open road, and well...last time I checked he wasn't married to a swim suit model.
OK, so maybe this connection struggle is genetic?
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