I apologize up front, I have no idea where this is going.
I am uploading 366 photos onto my desktop (darn it I miss my laptop!!!) And I am just going to throw this together. It might be long..don’t feel obligated to read it all. I will never know, unless you fail the upcoming pop quiz.
Lindsay had her last day of school today, she is officially a sophomore now. (did you know sophomore had 3 o’s? makes no sense!)
When I picked her up from school today I said: “Congratulations on making it through your first year of high school with NO arrests, tattoo’s, piercings or gang initiations!”
Her reply: “….that YOU know of.”
I get what I give. 🙂
I was whining the other day that I did not get an official photo of her in the cap/gown…but I suppose this one counts. She was on her way to the stage….nervous nelly.
And you won’t believe this…I did not cry. I really don’t know what has happened to me. Could it be that wine has clogged my tear ducts? Ok, wait, I did shed a few tears when they had a moment of silence for THREE students that SHOULD have been there. I was praying for their families and THANKING God that I was there at that time with my girl(s). I am very lucky.
Ok, now I am crying as I type…weird, my tears taste like Pinot Noir.
We got some photos AFTER though….of course, by now she had already thrown her cap (with tassel) into the air and took off the HOT gown.
Remind your kids to take the tassel off first. Ok?
Luckily, my Mom (eagle eye) spotted someone walking out with Lo’s cap and the graduate herself took it back. (don’t mess with her artwork people, she is learning muay tai boxing now)
Since then, we found another tassel too. I mean, how could she drive her car around WITHOUT her tassel hanging from the rearview mirror? as if…
Lo might be GONE from her school…but her name will be hanging in the gym forever.
Seriously, I have never had my name written anywhere. NOT even on a bathroom wall. yet.
Speaking of bathroom walls….while waiting for the ceremony my Mom used the ladies room. She came back with a revelation:
“Graffiti is not like it used to be…in the stall it said: You are beautiful, you are wonderful!”
Well, when I used a different stall later on I was smacked with the revelation that: “Kayla is a wh*re.”
During the announcing of names I kept looking out for that Kayla girl. Apparently she was not graduating on this night.
Ok, I have to mention just a tidbit about the graduation dress.
I could seriously write an entire post (or pamphlet) about it.
Pretty right? We found it at TJ Maxx for all of 16.99.
It fit so good….except for the cleavage area…too much exposure. (grandma J, don’t even start with me, ok?)
The back had a beautiful cut-out….lovely.
Soooooo my Mom stitched a bit in. Not right.
She unstitched. And re-stitched. And unstitched. And re-stitched. She unstitched. And re-stitched. And un-stitched.
I am not exaggerating. People were getting frustrated. Ok, only the graduate was getting frustrated. The rest of us were cool as cucumbers. Our cleavage was clearly not an issue this night.
So then mi Madre’ had an idea…lets sew a piece of lace across the top.
And this is how I lost a beautiful and almost brand new pair of my underthingys.
I sacrificed them for her.
Mom(s) of the year.
I certainly can’t let these shoes go unnoticed. Notice? She said they were tasteful and conservative. I will give her conservative. Or tasteful. Just not both.
But dang it to heck, If I could walk in them without breaking my neck, I would wear them 24/7. How would they look with my moo-moo dress? I COULD be the envy of all the house frau’s.
Ok, next week I will share some party photos, this is getting long. I am slowly working my way through my google reader too….oy vey.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love my family? And you? My socks are rocked.