I'm a Rabblin (wo)man

This is how I roll…or in some cases unravel. Often, very often, I have this incredible urge to cry. This is not a pregnant hormone induced urge, although, pregnancy does intensify it…just an urge. To cry. About everything. It doesn’t take much. Commercials are number one on my list. Teachers, follow closely behind. Especially the really good ones…that go un-noticed and never fully appreciated. In most cases I fabricate their “horrible” life…I bet a student was mean to them before…or they tripped in front of the class…or has had their heart-broken and stomped on, repeatedly…and the tears start coming. I want to run up to them and hug them and tell them I love them but instead I put my head down as I walk by or on a good day might say hello. Why? Because I am an emotional coward. *IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOG DISCLAIMER: I AM IN A GREAT MOOD AND IN NO WAY WILL THIS BECOME A WOE-IS-ME BLOG; JUST SAYIN’.* I don’t know why I do that, some days I can be a social butterfly and other days I would just rather fly away…I know that everyone is like that (I assume) so I am in no way pegging myself as “special”…on an off note I find it humorous that I feel the need to explain everything I say in this thing…in fear of hurting others feelings or off chance of someone taking something the wrong way…whatevs, its late…and my lack of people to talk to is making me ramble. Back to the subject (I think), I am sure that my “closet-case” tears in no way help these people; I should bring them and apple or a quick note…but my coward-ness fears awkwardness…or something like that. I think I just let my imagination go crazy on me…these “troubled” people are probably not troubled at all. Sure they might have had a student be a douche to them at some point in their career, done something embarrassing or had disappointment. It has nothing to do with their profession it is a life thing. We ALL have had the same trials and we learn and grow from them. So all that said, is why I cry for teachers and other influential people in my life…lame, I know. Commercials, hungry babies, and etc. would be several more pages I am sure but I might save those for another lonely night/morning.

Who's Kevin?

True Story:
(Just to give you the back story...my nephew HAD a guinea pig. It died. Solas had questions on where the pig went and I tried. I got to get better at the spontaneous questions kids ask. I hear it will only get worse.)

Solas: "Mommy, where did Izzy go?"

Mommy: "Ummm...she died, baby."

Solas: "But where she'd go?"

Mommy: "She went to heaven."

Solas: "oh, okay."
"I like Kevin he's a really nice guy."

Mommy: "No, baby...Heaven is a place."

Solas: "Oh, but where it is?"

Mommy: "It's really high in the sky."

Solas: "But where it is?"

mommy: "It's really high...past the clouds...really far away."

Solas: "Why it so far away?"

Mommy: "So it takes us a long time to get there."

Solas: "...(long silence)HEY! I got an idea! Why don't we take a plane to get up there!"

Mommy: "lolz."

So maybe some might not find my five minute conversation amusing but I surely did!