Time for a good cry!

In real life, I am as structured as the day is long! I write lists, keep a spotless house, the kids have a strict routine of homework and chores and go to bed at the same time every night- everything here is boring tightly regimented.

In my blogging life, I am able to turn from (loving) drill sergeant to fly by the seat of my pants, cooky bi-polar-ish, rambler of anything that pops in my manic mind. You're welcome.

I don't plan any posts. I read other blogs (secretly hoping to get tagged with a meme or given an award) and my e-mail every morning, hoping to get inspired and sometimes it works, sometimes, not so much. Sorry.

This morning, the theme is waterworks. I don't know if it's hormonal or I just happened on a lot of tear jerkers recently.

It started last night. I rented the movie, Sex and the City. I love SATC, but never get to the movies. So, this was long anticipated and I was sooo looking forward to it!

The opening five minutes or so of the movie is just a synopsis of the series to bring you current. I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck standing up, then the goosebumps, then the tears. They were happy tears, but tears nonetheless.

Then about 10 minutes in, my DVD just stopped- tears again! (Ok, maybe those were of the hormonal variety.) After some tearful cursing at the DVD, ( I almost just typed VCR- can you say child of the 80's!) cleaning the fingerprints off, and slapping the DVD player around a little- we were back in business. I dried my eyes so I could immerse myself.

I cried the 'awwww' tears (where your head tilts) and the happy tears( where you are crying through a smile and your husband asks why you're crying!!!). There were ugly laughing tears where you are crying and then start laughing in the middle and then cry again, then just sort of a convulsing cry/laugh thing because your brain doesn't know whether you're happy or sad! Then the bawling "my best friend just died tears"- it wasn't pretty. I don't believe I have cried more in a movie in my entire life! When I woke up this morning, my eyes looked like I had been left at the alter last night!

So, through my swollen, bloodshot eyes, I do my morning rounds (that is, blog reading, I just play a doctor on the internet). It is Jill's birthday- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY! I expect a fun post from her- I mean she is a week long birthday celebrator, right? Nope, she is having a difficult day because it's her first since her dad has passed away. More tears. Maybe I can count on her sister, Amy, for some comic relief. THANKS A LOT AMY, for deciding to be all deep and emotional when I clearly am not able to find my cry "off" switch!

The story that Amy told reminded me of a site that Jen introduced me to...matt, liz, and madeline- Fair warning if you are not in the mood to totally cry your eyes out- DO NOT READ THAT POST!

At this point, I don't think I am PMS-ing, but now I'm doubting myself so I feel myself up to see if my boobs are sore just to make sure! NOPE, just a blubbering fool.