2014, My second Comic Con. When I went to the first one, I really didn’t want to go but took my kids. This one, I was actually pretty excited. I was excited about celebrities that were coming. I was looking forward to dressing up. I have always loved Halloween. As I got older, I found that I loved theater and then in this town I live in, we have another annual event where people dress in costumes. I had two costumes planned for this Comic Con. One was a Steampunk Costume and the other was Catwoman.

I used to look forward to watching the original Batman when I was a kid after school. I honestly don’t know if I ever watched it at home. I remember watching at a friends house regularly. I didn’t read comic books. My mother wouldn’t have thought they were appropriate. I ended up loving Batman and Robin and, of course, Cat Woman. She was such a fun character. At this Comic Con, it was an anniversary of the show and they had all three of the actors there-  Adam West, Burt Ward, and Julie Newmar. I thought that was pretty cool and decided to go to the panel and see what they had to say. I had very little money to spend at Con and it costs extra money to meet the actors usually and always if you want photos or autographs. At Denver Con, the money is actually a fundraiser for an education project but I am a poor single mom.I had no intention of meeting any of these three. That all changed during the panel. All three of them came out on the stage and Julie just exuded sex. I don’t know that I have ever been  in the physical presence of someone that SEXY and it was her 80th birthday and I am not attracted to women. After that panel, I HAD to meet that woman.

I was dressed as cat-woman, I was less than a year after my divorce and still not really mentally healthy. I waited in line having no idea what I would say to her but she made it so easy. She looked at me and said “Now, what do you do for a living?” I told her that I worked at a doctors office and she replied “With that body?” She had me walk for her and then had me come behind her table to get my picture taken with her. She was so good for my ego on that day. Here was this gorgeous woman that just exuded sex telling me that I looked awesome. After years of feeling ugly and like nothing, I had no idea how much I needed that. The picture does not show her personality. She was so amazing in person. I am so glad that I went up to meet her. IMG_7300-2085(rev 0).jpg

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The year of the divorce (2013) was the second year that Denver had a Comic Con. We had known about it the year before as a friend  of mine had had her photo taken with James Marsters and I was quite jealous but I really never thought that Con was a place for me. I knew it was something my kids  would enjoy and in 2014, when it was announced that Stan Lee was going to be there, I knew I would never be forgiven if I didn’t bring them. I had no desire to attend. I was going through the divorce. I really wanted to hide from the world but bought tickets. We drove over 300 miles to my mom’s in Denver and went to the convention center the next morning. I was sure that I was going to be bored senseless. I brought a book and money for wine. Little did I know that I would love my weekend. I hardly saw my kids and didn’t read at all. I ended up people watching the entire time. I even had a gentleman buy me a glass of wine and we spent a few hours talking. I sure needed that.

This weekend just ended out fifth Con. One child was unable to attend but the three of us that did go had a great time. We have become avid cosplayers and we all have our different things that we like to do at Con. My youngest loves to go to gaming and cosplay panels and hang with friends. I love going to celebrity panels and meeting the various celebrities. My oldest does the same as I do, for the  most part but spends a LOT more money on autographs and photos. I love getting to know that a celebrity that I like is a good person. Occasionally, we find out the opposite. My middle kiddo likes to people watch and meet people. She rarely meets celebrities or even goes to panels.

I am not a person that normally likes crowds but it is so different when you are in a crowd of nerds. It is funny how polite everyone is. Everyone is just enthralled with others creativity. We talk to so many strangers. I love seeing all the different fandoms and have developed a lot of new ones due to Con.When you bump into someone at Con, both of you apologize profusely. You do not hear about fights. You are much more likely to get a random hug than a scowl. Due to Con, I have embraced my nerdiness. I plan on sharing some of my Con experiences here, too. I definitely have some new loves after this year. None that are relationship bound but actors that I will follow after finding out what amazing humans they are. I will share in a later post.

When I was pregnant with my son,  I had a very vivid dream telling me he was a boy. I never officially found out with my kids but was right every time. I was so nervous about having a boy. I had no brothers, my mom had no brothers, my grandmother had no brothers. No one to help me. My mother in law and I had very different views so I didn’t go to her for advice for my kids. I already had two girls but everyone assumes you want one of each. I did NOT. I was terrified of boys. My grandmother had told me that they were born nasty. I had all girl things already. Another girl  would have been easier.

Sure enough, fall of 1997, I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. The most difficult difference of him being a boy was diaper changes. Nope, not getting peed on, the girls did that, too, but no one told me to fold it down so he would wet his clothes and not his diaper.

He was a sweet baby and adored by his sisters. They spoiled him rotten and for the most part, I honestly didn’t see any true gender stereotypes with him. If anything,  my second girl was my “boy”. He grew into a very sweet boy. He didn’t have a temper. He was caring, kind, and smart as a whip. He never had much interest in the sports. I am sure that was difficult for my ex-jock ex-husband.  I do wonder how much of it was the boys personality and how much of it was the lack of his dad going out and doing things with him.. He never tried to play catch or other “boy” things when he was young. The boy did play flag football for a few years and then tried football again in seventh grade but decided sports were not his thing. I do admit that it was even a little difficult for me. I love football but now and glad he didn’t play much. I was hoping he might do track or something like that. He is built for it but he had no interest.

He became an avid reader very young and that continues to this day. He developed into a nerd and geek and is very proud of who he is. He is well liked among his peers and the community. He is a hard worker. He has done theater, band, and choir. He did tap and ballet with one of his sisters when he was very young. He started violin when he was four

One day  in seventh grade, he decided that he wanted to wear a suit. He has worn a suit and tie almost every day since. He even carries a briefcase. When I asked him about this, he told me that he does better when he dresses well. . He joined choir  in high school though he hadn’t sung since he was about five. He joined so he could have a teacher he had known all his life. He joined band because the same teacher asked him to. This same teacher told me that he would make sure my boy made it after the divorce. He was a great mentor to him and is a father figure to all three of my kids. Now he is finishing his first year of college as a music education major and is going to be singing in Carnegie Hall in June. He is well groomed and polite. I love watching him when he doesn’t know and I see him holding doors, handing girls his coat if she is cold, carrying things for people.  He is such an amazing young man and I am so lucky to be his  mom. He loves board games and D&D and anything that makes him use his brain. He has a great group of friends that are also very respectful and kind.

I had to laugh last year when I got into his car and he had Pavarotti blaring and he was singing along. He had a solo the year before doing an opera piece with the marching band and this week, he is performing in an opera at CMU.  He is a unique young man.

There have been very few ways he has been a “typical” boy. Even though he was not an athlete, he still had the boy smell. He also does not share details of his life like his sister’s do. So many times I find things out via his friends. He may not share or talk much but he sure shows me how much he loves me and the girls. We are all so lucky and we all admit that he is the favorite. (Not that I really have one). He just left today for the end of spring break. Last night, I thanked him for coming home and he told me that I made him. I responded that I did not do that. He told me that by me being here, I did. I sure love that boy and look back now, wonder how and why I was so scared of a boy.