Oh The Fireworks!
I'm such a sap.
Every year I try and get out to the fireworks with my mom and step-dad. Used to be that the whole family would make it out. But, well, the grandparents getting too old, divorce, custody issues, and service to the country have seriously dwindled our numbers. But, it was fun nonetheless. And I'm here to tell you. The fireworks in my hometown are amazing.
I cry every year.
The sync the damn things up to music and every time they play goddamned "What a Wonderful World" and coordinate all the colors, I'm a weeping mess. And don't even get me started on "I'm Proud to be an American". Seriously.
I dunno. I suppose American patriotism is something that really does hit me every once in a while. The Star Spangled Banner can get me too... that whole "gave proof through the night that our flag was still there" bit can reduce me to tears if I listen too carefully. It's weird. Maybe I was some Revolutionary War nurse or spy or similar delivering messages and coordinates across hostile enemy lines...infiltrating Tory social events...brushing shoulders with dignitaries, and the next day donning britches and slinking off on a stolen horse.
I think I've read too many romance novels.
Anyway, this weekend has been full of interesting revelations. I have a feeling there's a reason for all the things I've been lamenting about my life and it feels pretty good to know that my purpose might be coming clear.
Also, PMS is rearing its ugly head. Finally. So, who knows what interesting moods the week will bring.
Anyway, Happy 4th everybody.
Every year I try and get out to the fireworks with my mom and step-dad. Used to be that the whole family would make it out. But, well, the grandparents getting too old, divorce, custody issues, and service to the country have seriously dwindled our numbers. But, it was fun nonetheless. And I'm here to tell you. The fireworks in my hometown are amazing.
I cry every year.
The sync the damn things up to music and every time they play goddamned "What a Wonderful World" and coordinate all the colors, I'm a weeping mess. And don't even get me started on "I'm Proud to be an American". Seriously.
I dunno. I suppose American patriotism is something that really does hit me every once in a while. The Star Spangled Banner can get me too... that whole "gave proof through the night that our flag was still there" bit can reduce me to tears if I listen too carefully. It's weird. Maybe I was some Revolutionary War nurse or spy or similar delivering messages and coordinates across hostile enemy lines...infiltrating Tory social events...brushing shoulders with dignitaries, and the next day donning britches and slinking off on a stolen horse.
I think I've read too many romance novels.
Anyway, this weekend has been full of interesting revelations. I have a feeling there's a reason for all the things I've been lamenting about my life and it feels pretty good to know that my purpose might be coming clear.
Also, PMS is rearing its ugly head. Finally. So, who knows what interesting moods the week will bring.
Anyway, Happy 4th everybody.
posted by LC Greenwood at 10:13 AM
2 Comments:
"Infiltrating Tory social events"....like my birthday parties? Or some celebraTORY event surrounding my school work? Are you planning on crashing my graduation party in a year with some tomfoolery and spy glasses?? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME???
oh wait. Tory. social events. Briti.... OH...yes. I see. *ahem*
Carry on.
lol. I just re-read the entry and was thinking the same thing.
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