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Thanks meringue
I am like a love-a-holic and taking it one day at a time. I appreciate your coming by and leaving a comment.
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on January 11, 2006 at 3:03 AM
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I am a private crier....
and you are one brave woman!
posted by
Meringue
on January 10, 2006 at 8:52 PM
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Hi Offbeats -
Thanks for your kind comments. Every day I survive, I get stronger and happier.
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on January 6, 2006 at 1:29 PM
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cee
Well, if I ever have something to cry about, it usually can be just about anywhere. Typically I don't cry unless it really gets my heart and soul, like if something happens to the kids, etc. You are extrememly brave because you are writing about everything going on in your life. This is just as healthy as crying. Good luck with everything you have on your plate, may it not get any fuller!!! A very nice picture of your lovely family...God Bless!
posted by
Offy
on January 6, 2006 at 10:06 AM
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Factorfiction
Thanks for coming by and thanks for the welcome! Both are greatly appeciated!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on January 4, 2006 at 7:48 AM
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Oh that would be the shower
or in the dark in bed. The frequency of diseases these days is really scary. 
Welcome to Blogit too!
posted by
FactorFiction
on January 4, 2006 at 7:03 AM
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And to the gentleman in the last row...
(See if I can do this) (sorry, folks, just muttering into the mic)
(Clearing throat............. ahem........ now dabbing eyes)
Maggie, your timing is impeccable.
Our doc has that heart HHH talked about (yeah, I remember him). Last night, I was just wishing the TV Dr. House could have let loose with a watery eye when the 9 year old cancer patient he saved, at least for a year or so, gave him a hug and showed her bravery yet again (which he at first thought might be part of her "hallucinations"). And Qween, I LOVE it when you yip-yap! So you've had your go-around with the Big C, too? They say, if it doesn't kill you it just makes you stronger. You are a survivor, all right!
Thank you all for stopping by.
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on January 3, 2006 at 2:51 PM
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Ceemarie, I'm like you. I cry over most movies, songs and when I'm tired.
Hubert Humphrey (remember him?) always said, " a man who doesn't cry is a man without a heart." (something like that) It's true. There's a lot to cry about these days. The war makes me cry, every time I hear we've lost another. I don't have to be any place, in particular, I just cry and there's no shame, it's healthy.
I would have to say that if anybody has cause to cry, Honey, it's you. You are a very courageous lady. I applaud you. God bless you.
posted by
MaggieMae
on January 3, 2006 at 1:16 PM
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In My Bedroom
Then I put cold towels on my eyes to get rid of the red and return to face whatever .....
God bless you!
posted by
Dr_JPT
on January 3, 2006 at 12:16 PM
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At least you cry!
I never saw my husband cry until the day his little brother died (Hepatitis C). Yep, I'd say that was my second best place, into the ol' pillow. Whatever works that's handy. My kids knew I'd cry over everything at all heart-touching. When Bambi's mom gets shot, they nudged each other as if to say, "Mom's cryin' again." It happened at every movie I took them to, even the one's they didn't like! The dragon movie with Sean Connery doing voice over for the drgaon dies in the end. The woman sitting next to me, I noticed, had a big tear down her cheek. I felt validated from then on!
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on January 3, 2006 at 11:04 AM
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CEE
I'm a shower crier............unless I'm totally caught ofgaurd.....I'll do my best to make it to the shower though. Nobody knows, nobody sees......and my tears run down the drain and out of sight. Interestingly enough back in the 80's when I was diagnosed with the big 'C' I was relieved. Odd but I was.....it was a relief to know just exactly what I'd been feeling. The guessing game had stopped and I could finally address...by name...my disease. People crowded round...thought I'd fall over with frailty but learning what I had had just the oppositie effect on me. It empowered me. Yada, yada, yada. Thanks for wonderful posts....intimate stuff that most of us can in one way or another identify with. AND you always seem to push my buttons and get me to yip-yappin
posted by
ALWAYSALOVER
on January 3, 2006 at 11:01 AM
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I hate crying in public.
But like Connie Francis says, Sad Movies Make Me Cry. When I saw Brokeback Mountain in the cinema, I cried. Otherwise, I dive on the bed and sob into the pillow. It's very cliche I know, but it works for me.
posted by
Trevor_Cunnington
on January 3, 2006 at 9:05 AM
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