I don't know what it is, but since giving birth, I'm a cry baby. I get choked up
all the time, sometimes appropriately, but usually not. What seems to really get
the waterworks going is triumphant music...the national anthem, boo hoo! Play
ball! Then there's fireworks. Oh! And parades. Something about a procession
brings a lump to my throat and I have to choke back my tears so I don't look
like an idiot. Like Linda Richman, I get farklempt and allow the good folks
around me to "talk amongst yourselves." Nothing says "I'm having a great time!"
like crying during the Disneyland Parade of Stars, and then again during the
nightly fireworks. With my penchant for irrational emotional displays, the
opening ceremonies for the Olympics were downright wet. The comet at the very
beginning brought the lump to my throat and by the time we got to the Parade of
Nations or whatever its called, I was weeping. The lighting of the flame put me
over the edge. I feel hung over this morning. I had to laugh at myself. I was
literally moved to tears by the entrance of Angola? Why were people dressed like
statues and a boy in a paper boat so moving? It's not because I'm an athlete, or
because I'm super patriotic. It's really odd. I wish you all a good morning. Let
the Games begin. *wiping tears* But first let me drink my coffee.