I don't use tears as a means for manipulating men! I am an emotional person. There's no way around it. Depending on the time of the month... I'll cry lookin' at a Hallmark commercial OR even that corny ass folgers Christmas commercial. LMAOOOOO... yeah... Imma admit it -- I'm a crybaby.

whaaaaaaaa whaaaaaa whaaaaaaaa... yeah thas me!!! A crybaby.

I don't know when it started. Sometimes I think it's such a weakness. I hate being seen as vulnerable... and there's no better way to show vulnerability than by tears. Husband thinks I use it to manipulate him... whatever!!! That is sooo not true. And I told him that I am a woman and I will cry. Whether it be tears of sadness, joy, anger... it doesn't matter -- I will cry! Why is that hard to understand?

I'm not in a crying mood right now... but I can tell you that when I get in that mood... the Oleta Adams version of "Get Here" will initiate crocodile tears, fa real. Aaliyah's, "The One I Gave My Heart To". Klymaxx, "I Miss You". Whistle, "Right Next To Me". Damn, I feel sad just thinking about being sad. LOL.

Ooooooooh... what about "Tell Me What You Want Me To Do", Tevin Campbell. That song takes me right back to December 1991. Yep... and I remember that first time my heart got broken.**heavy sigh** Yall think I got issues?

Ralph Tresvant, "Do What I Gotta Do".... takes me back to the last time my heart was broken. Even though the song is kinda old... it FIT! My ex-husband broke me down. I instantly thought of this song when he told me he wanted a divorce... cuz that was his excuse -- he had to do what he had to do. The lyrics is exactly the way that man thinks. I kinda feel sorry for him... cuz he did come crawling back.... but I'm super resilient, I got up, dusted myself off...and here I am on marriage #2, happy and hoping for eternity.

Okay... so blah blah blah about the sad crybaby stuff. Let's talk about the happy crybaby stuff. I cried my eyes out when hubby returned from Iraq with all his limbs and mentally stable. It was a cold morning in Kansas... about 5 in the morning. Of course I couldn't sleep at all the night before. I was tooooo excited about being in my baby's arms again. I stood out in a red floral dress.... everyone was in blue jeans and sweaters. As soon as husband walked through the door -- our eyes connected. I wanted to run up to him and plant a million kisses on him.... but I couldn't due to all the military pomp and circumstance. I started crying... the tears just flooded my eyes. **big ole smile**

whaaaaaa whaaaaaaaa whaaaaaaaa... yeah... I'm a big ole crybaby and I wouldn't be me if I weren't. So to all the folks hatin' on sniffling, swollen eyes, crybaby me... I got some kleenex for you! LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO