If you call me a crybaby... I'm going to cry.

I remember losing my first tooth when I was 5, and my mother started crying.  I remember being confused and asking her if she was sad, and she told me no, that she was happy.  At the time that made no sense to me.

I've always been an emotional person.  In the third grade I would cry if my name got written on the chalk board.  In the sixth grade I cried out of embarrassment that I wore a skirt with hairy legs (that is a whole other post!!!).  I could go on and on and on, because I've cried my share of tears plus some.

I like to think I get my emotional side from my mother.

Many people show different emotions in different ways.  I wish I was one of them.  When I'm sad I cry, when I'm happy I cry, when I'm scared I cry, when my feelings are hurt I cry, when I'm pissed the %*#$ off I cry, shoot if I allowed you to tickle me I would pee my pants... and cry.

So the next time you see me crying, I might be happy to see you or I could just be pissed off at you, you'll never know!!!