We Pause to Bring You This Moment We Like to Call Mighty Proud

*In keeping with the inconsistent theme currently in practice, today's regularly scheduled advice column will be posted tomorrow, Saturday. We thank you for your forced patience.*

This I have learned: There are two scores in the history of music that will cause one to cry on cue; The first is "The Wedding March" and the other is "Pomp and Circumstance".

Guess who has a junior high schooler living in her house?

I know I keep mentioning Boy-Child#1's sixth grade graduation in posts here and there but I'm so effing proud it's kind of a big deal around our house. And kind of the major thing going on right now. There were 133 graduating students. Each gave a 15 second speech when their name was called. All thanked their parents, some included teachers and friends, and 8 out of 10 thanked God. Except for that one girl who raised the bar and out of left field, thanked Jesus. We were all, "way to change it up, Homeslice"! We all noted how it was as if they'd all just won the super bowl what with all of the God thanking; well, we didn't note it out loud but we were all thinking it.


Afterwards we went out to breakfast. You know who else did? EVERYBODY! -another thing I learned; when people graduate people are hungry and people don't cook wearing their fancy come to meetin' clothes- We were not the only local school partaking in the graduation hoopla yesterday. There are only a handful of restaurants in our area that serve breakfast, so space was hard to come by. There were nine in our group waiting to be seated. You know who was seated before us? EVERYBODY! I wish I were kidding. The throng of people waiting for their tables was cleared out until we stood alone. In fact, some of those same people ate and left while we still sat. [Note to self: next time put your order for eggs benedict in when you give your party's name to the hostess at 10:30am since they stop serving eggs benedict at noon] Apparently there is only ONE table in that entire restaurant that can accommodate a party of nine. [Note to self: cross this restaurant off your list because in addition to their poor coordination skills they got rid of that salad that you really liked so screw 'em]


But back to the ceremony: I washed and blew out my hair the previous evening so that yesterday morning all I had to do was run a flat iron through it. Then we went outside where my hair shook hands with the morning fog and I didn't bother with more than two seconds of thought about how much of a waste of time all of that was. I was grateful for the fog because it kept the temps on the cooler side. Since we were sitting in the sun. I was fine though, dressed in a white linen wrap dress and sweat free. I can't say the same for some people who wore jeans and layered shirts [I'm looking at you my two sisters]. Quick aside: I went shopping intending to buy the skirt and top voted on here but they no longer had that skirt with that pattern and all the others they had were, um, ugly. Then I fell into the GAP and spied the white linen wrap dress on the clearance rack in my size and I was all, "helloooo Lovaaahhhh". You understand.
It was a lovely ceremony and noticeably obvious that the staff, teachers, and students rehearsed their asses off. The one and only glitch during the entire event was when one of the microphones cut out for about 30 seconds. No child flubbed their speech. No one tripped. Even the parents remembered ALL of the Pledge of Allegiance.



Look beyond the male pattern baldness and grab a tissue or three...


Special thanks to my sis for getting the video uploaded so promptly when I was all, "can I get this, you know, fast?" and for the pic of Boy-Child#1 and I all unedited and whatnot which I think caused you to experience a seizure. You rock, Dorth. For serious.