8.20.2009

There's No Crying In Baseball!

Have you ever had one of those days when you just want to cry?

I have those all the time-as a matter of fact, I would like to cry right now but I won't because then my nose will start running and I will have to go fetch a tissue and I am all comfy on my couch... so comfy that I could cry.

See, it is a vicious cycle.

I have a friend who says that you are only allowed to cry if there is blood.

That may be the reason why I always feel the urge to cry when I am on my period. Blood is blood right-no one said it had to be a self inflicted wound-or even a wound that you inflict upon someone else... hmmm?

So last night I was home alone and for some reason I felt like crying.

I decided to have a party all by myself and it ended up being a pity party. Some people (men) may think that pity parties are silly. Some people (men) may think that pity parties are useless. Some people (men) may even think that pity parties are for the weak and powerless.

But I say O contraire mon frere!

I think crying is an amazing release. It is kind of like on Thanksgiving when you eat your weight in mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and turkey and you need to either burp or fart in order to make room for the pumpkin pie with whipped cream.

There is nothing like a good cry to put your life back into perspective.

Someone talking about you and you can't violate your probation? Cry.

Dairy Queen stop making the Brownie Batter Blizzard because it was only around for a month? Cry.

Your neighbor's dog take a crap in your front yard and you step in it when you are mowing? Cry.

Go to the store for a gallon of milk and come home with three bags of crap that cost over $100 and somehow forget to buy the milk? Cry.

Need to go to an appointment that you are late for and as you rush into your car with your hair on fire and your temper a blazin' and look down and see that you are out of gas? Cry.

Lose your keys? Cry.

Lose the elastic in your favorite bra? Cry.

Lose the remote and have to get up and turn the channel-only you have one of those TVs that will only work if you have the remote? Cry.

Get out of the shower only to realize that you forgot to put a towel in the bathroom and you have to walk through the house, down the hall and in front of a picture window in order to get to the linen closet for a fresh one and no less than 5 people see you naked-including the mailman through the picture window? Cry.

Forget to take a DVD back to the library for a month and have a $30 fine for Barbie's Princess Tea? Cry.

Going out on the weekend and find that your lucky panties are in the laundry (oh, you know as well as I do that we all have that one pair of panties that are our favorites-don't deny it)? Cry.

Rearrange your schedule, bathe the kids, get them in bed and put your pj's on so you can watch your favorite television show in quiet and comfort only to find that every channel has the Presidential Address on it? Cry.

Honestly crying could be the answer for just about anything in life. It is good and I bet it saves a lot of women from winding up on the program "Snapped-Women Who Kill" on the Biography channel.

So go ahead and cry! Let it out. You'll feel better I promise... I know about these kind of things.

21 comments:

Uptown Girl said...

agreed. crying is the best. in these parts i'm sometimes known as "the crier". In ordinary conversation my siblings will often turn to me and say, "you gonna cry?" It used to piss me off and make me cry, but now I like it.

June-less summer, cry!

rita said...

Amen. Pity parties are so useful. Sometimes you just have to wallow in it to get over it.

I like to put on my favorite sad song and listen to it for hours, in the dark, with a bottle of wine. Or a box. Whichever.

momto5minnies said...

I've been feeling like a good cry for the last two days. Must be nearing that "time".

I feel for you on having to spend $30 to pay for a dumb Barbie DVD at the library. Lately my big cry is reserving books at the library and forgetting to pick them up ... they charge $1 a day for holds (CRY).

All day long I wanted (and needed) my run, but it's been raining. An hour before picking up my oldest daughter from school, I chugged a big cup of chocolate milk. Now I have gas pains in the belly(lactose intolerant) and the sun is out. I CAN GO FOR THAT RUN, but NOW I CAN'T (CRY)!!!!!!!!!

FLYNAVY said...

Miss Cleaver,

Real short list of what makes me cry...yeah, we cry sometimes, big shoulder shaking, snot runs out ur nose crys....

Now watching someone "else" step in any kind of dookie is always funny. Xpecially if that someone outranks u & they just pulled rank by cutting in the 1st hot chow line in 4 days.

Have learned that crying never makes u feel better...so find something cheerful & funny & rip a good laugh off grasshopper. Or some punk will eat all ur ice cream while ur on a secret mission for your Gov't.

Buzzy

Evil Twin's Wife said...

I'm totally PMSing and have wanted to cry for at least two days now. I came close today when my 3.5 year old was riding my last nerve - with spurs on....

Ginger said...

I love you. You make me smile at the end of a crazy day.

Wrexie said...

Ohhhhhh...this made me cry.

but then Buzzy said "rip a good laugh off grasshopper." and I laughed soo hard, I'm cryin' again.

...so darn emotional, we are. heehee.

Heather said...

I totally agree! I've been on the verge of a huge crying jag for the past two weeks but i'm down to my last pair of contact lenses... so until i can afford to re-up my supply it will just have to wait.

...sigh....

warren said...

Wait a second...I coach soccer and whenever one of the kids starts to cry, I say, "no crying, this isn't baseball." Same goes for when it starts raining.

Anyhow, I suppose a good cry is a good thing (I am anonymous on here right?), even for a guy. Like, I cried when Daisy Duke got kidnapped one time...I thought she was gone forever. I cried when they closed my favorite local bar too. So sad...so many memories...well, not really...can't remember much at all honestly. See, guys can cry

FLYNAVY said...

Miss Cleaver,

My dear sweet mother, who cries @ sunsets, puppies, good apple pie & a nice love note scrawled on a b'day card but can cut down a grown man to his knees with just a few words, sent me this with an email tonight. Pretty sure she is still responsible for raising me to be a good husband & father with this piece of advice....

"Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her your love, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal.. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.”

?U smiling yet grasshopper?
Buzzy

june "it's alright" cleaver said...

Buzzy...

first you made me cry-then you made me smile.

Thanks-I needed that!

:)

the Mom said...

My grandmother used to say that she cried like other people burped, it didn't mean a thing, it just let off a little pressure.

Michelle said...

You just changed your son's dirty diaper while holding him down like an upset monkey only to find 5 minutes later he wasn't actually "finished" the first time. Cry

Found your blog via "The Hossman Chronicles." Following you now!

Lorren said...

I agree. A good cry does wonders.

wankette said...

I knew our cycles were the same.

I've been crying over the last hour of "Lonesome Dove", now cycling on AMC, so much that I finally snapped to and STOPPED WATCHING THE LAST HOUR.

Floyd R. Turbo said...

Whoever said "There's no crying in baseball" never took a short hop to the family jewels. Once you get your breath back and they drop back down... there's a helluva lot of crying.

Hey Junie.... welcome back from wherever it is you were. After a 2month break I would assume there's a finished book somewhere? ;-)

june "I have typers elbow" cleaver said...

Floyd... "almost" is the word of the day.

Next week I hope the word of the day is "contract"

HA

Floyd R. Turbo said...

Of course we expect ample acknowledgment in this new book. "Ample" should be the word of the day....

Good luck with the contract... don't forget us little people.

TaraB said...

I have to admit I am not a cryer, well let me rephrase. I will skip crying and go straight to full blown sobbing while watching Extreme Home Makeover. Not sure if I am crying because people really that nice or the fact that I am not. Anyway I do feel great each Sunday after I get it all out so I am picking up what you are putting down.
But for me, I substitute crying with buying. Pop the elastic in my bra, shop. Lose my keys, borrow a friends car, shop. Lost my lucky panties, shop and maybe buy a bra to match. Just doing my part to save the trees while putting money back into our economy at the same time.

powdergirl said...

i've done that towel forgetting thing.
I didn't flash 5 people, but the meter reader guy still greets me very effusively.

I didn't cry though, I stuck my chin out and struck a pose.

I honestly can't help myself.

Lost my key just this morning(again!) and I didn't cry over that either, it all worked out, I found them in the fridge with my cell phone(again!)

Come to think of it, maybe I should spend more time crying.

rita said...

I always feel better after a good cry, but I look so damn bad that I don't cry often. I guess I let it out other ways.

What, no Monday swoon? I really really needed it after a shithole of a day yesterday. Ever been the copy secretary at a high school where one copier is always broken down, even if it's not always the same copier? Sucks.