you know the song...

well...its been quite some time since i have blogged, whats new? my nanabirdie is home and right where she should be, in the lovely land of green acres. andd missy just graduated from high school. she is now officially a college student. which is totally weird to me but ill continue.
in the tradition of catholic schools in the process of graduation there are a baccalaureate mass and the commencement ceremony. both of which were held in the same place, kings college gymnasium. a couple words about that- No air conditioners, no fans, 1,000+ people, fighting tears, and a stifling hot 98 degrees..inside! now the first 3 things are legitimate but the 4th in my family is a real problem. we fight back the tears and crying and down comes the sweat. but if you hold it in to long then you get dizzy and sick, or me i get migraines not to mention the now fuchsia hue that will soon develop.
moving on. mass i sat next to my dad and we placed bets on which person was the next to passout (because there were several that did). we had at least 14.7 trillion dollars on the guy across the auditorium with the purple shirt on that matched his sweaty purple bald head. a couple inferences about this man...one-he is bald for a reason.. stress. AKA high blood pressure. two- he should NOT have worn a purple shirt. three- he was double fisting waters like a camel...if they had hands. therefore the sweat just kept coming and color more saturated.
we watched him for a little bit and got bored so we looked around for another victim (all during the 99 hour mass). i came across a man with his head down. hmm...assess. it looked as if he was reading from a book, but no book. also, was not quite sure he was even breathing. we watched and waited for just a slight movement because no human could fall asleep in a position that awkward. so i started to get a little worried and looked for his wife. she was blubbering her flirty eyes towards the new bishop. they were lady gaga for him... ayy.
finally a hand twitched and he was out of the v-fib woods. we are 0 for 2 now.
little did i know, the kid behind us was threatening to throw up because he didnt feel well. good thing he was sitting behind my dad, that would have sparked some life into comatose man. chunks on the back of my dads bald head (stress)(probably my sister and myself) (most definitely my mom too)... it would not have been the first time chunks were on his head and in his ear and down his neck though... that story at a later date.
then graduation night... i had to set the scene for everyone! we waited for her boyfriend outside till a quarter to and he still wasnt there. we waited because we had his ticket. but we need to understand how the perpetually late persons mind works. every family has one. my aunt cathy is our families. brandon is his families. danielles entire family is the late one. you catch my drift. my point, waiting outside he never showed so we went in. my dads bp was a little elevated (he hates being late) i had to explain to him that brandon will be late to his wedding, his funeral and everything in between. I dont know if these people think they set their watches 35 minutes ahead and they really didnt? maybe a catscan or MRI would give us the answer...my guess is not.
we hear that song start... you know the one. Doo do do do dooooo doooooo doooooooo do do do doooo.....dummmmm dum dum dum duuuuuummmm dummmm... deeeee dee dee de ^deee .. la la la.. duuuuuuhhh duh duh duh duuuuhhhh duhhhh...
(im odd)
so the tears start coming, im feverishly using the program as an 18th century fan on myself, havent even had the time to read it. so i struggled through the song an then im hit. Blindsided. THE NATIONAL ANTHEM. Christ almighty they are trying to kill me, i thought to myself. little thing about this song... it is everything my pop was about. when i cheered in high school, he was adamant about me having my hand on my heart. i was the only one in the cheer line to do it but it made him proud so i did it. even when no one else was and they yelled at me for not being uniform, i said to them then follow me and be f*ckin* uniform. uniform my ass... we looked like strippers half the time.
anyways, any time this dam song in played i cry, my mom cries, i cry harder she cries harder. its a vicious cycle. we get through that...barely. its like this. the national anthem is my families kryptonite. they play it, we cry. totes could throw someone off royally in speaking of defense mechanisms.
so they yakkity yak(dont talk back..like the commercial)...blah blah then the names come. missy was third and we recorded her walk across the stage...very cute. we were asked not to yell by the staff and we obeyed (stupidly) because everyone else yelled and clapped....shit. after everything we went out for a nice dinner.. missy brandon me nana dad mom and andy. kendall was watching jack for us. it was a very sucessful day and i was and am very proud of my missy girl. she will always be my little sister to me no matter how old she is. i love my sissy <3