Finished

I am now the proud mother of a high school graduate.

Let me say for the record, it was the longest graduation ceremony in the history of ceremonies. It started at 7 pm and ended at 11:30 pm. We did get a intermission so we all didn't get deep vein thrombosis from sitting forever.

Our senior class was small, the kid attends a private school, so they talked about each and every kid. This takes for ever and ever and is quite boring until they get to your own kid. And when your last name starts with a "P" it is a ways down the road. Add in some videos and some performances, and you are pretty much in for the long haul.

One of the nice things was having my sister with me. I am not the nicest person, Oh I'm not a axe murderer or anything like that, it is just that I seem to make fun of most everything. I think I have been like this since birth and I have really honed this skill. So we sat there and whispered about everyone else. Poor clothing choices, funny hair, and who in the hell names their kid "Homer?" Stuff like that. Fun stuff.

After the ceremony the kid left for his all night party and we left for a party at my house. A lovely bottle of Dom Perignon, junior mints, and a wide variety of the Milano cookies. I really know how to throw a party. We did have balloons, so it was very festive. We even had a balloon that played music. Sweet! Party On!

The kid was wonderful. He looked so grown up and happy. His diploma is nice and he is so proud of it. I don't think it has really hit him that he is moving on to college. He will have the whole summer to get ready.

Now we start to pack and move. We have one week until we need to be out of this house. It is good. I, and I think the kid as well, are ready. The divorce is winding its way through the court. I have chosen my new last name. Still have not lost 10 lbs, and I may never get around to it. The summer seems to be filled with new possibilities and a freedom that I have never felt before resides in me.

Freedom, oh that is such a beautiful word.