What Am I, The Town Crier Or Is This Some Kind Of Cruel Joke?

For our 30th wedding anniversary (which was the day before my 55th birthday), I decided we would go to Cancun, Mexico because I wanted needed some sun and some of Cancun's Vera Cruz style of cooking. I wanted a week of kicking back and doing absolutely nothing but eating and swimming, with a day trip or two thrown in for good measure. So, Mr. Snooty reluctantly agreed. He's not a big beach fan but he went along with it because I was adamant. I did, however, book us into an adults only hotel where they allowed topless sun bathing. I figured that would keep him happily entertained while I swam and sunbathed. I didn't bare *my girls* but many other women did and that kept him happy. We had a wonderful time and ate some of the best food we'd ever had, while we were there. I can still list all the things we had over the week. Yes, it was really that good.


On the plane returning home Mr. Snooty says, "You know, I was going to take you to see Celine Dion in Las Vegas but you seemed so set on going to Mexico that I didn't say anything." That was when I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him that he would not have wanted to take me to see Celine because I would have bawled all the way through the show. I would have embarrassed him beyond all belief... and myself. Yes, I'm like that for some weird reason. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm frustrated. I don't know why I'm like this because I certainly don't enjoy being this way. (You should have seen me during both pregnancies. I cried over everything. For 9 whole months, then again for another 9 months. I can hardly believe Mr. Snoots stayed with me through all of that, but I suppose he did want his children. I was a total mess.)


So, our son gave me the DVD of Celine's Vegas show for Christmas that year and what do you think I did? Of course. I blubbered and cried all the way though the DVD. Twice. Thrice. It's embarrassing, really. Sometimes I totally detest being like this, but everyone who knows me, knows I'm really a *tender heart* inside and this is how I react to things that really move me. Unfortunately, almost everything moves me. That's not to say that everyone I know isn't embarrassed if they are with me when this happens. It's completely ridiculous and I don't understand it. I mean, I could see a number of different rock or country bands and I'd be fine. It's the people who get to my heart, that make me react in such a manner. I never cried at a Willie Nelson concert, okay?


So, when Mr. Snoots sent me an email today about Celine returning to Vegas for a 3 year stint, I got so excited, I swear I almost wet my pants! You can read all about it HERE. She isn't scheduled to begin performances until late March of 2011, so I figure that gives me time to seek psychiatric help so I can get through one of her concerts without looking like a total emotional mess moron.


The first time I ever saw, or even heard of Celine Dion was her first American introduction on the Today Show. She could barely even speak English at the time, and had a very thick French accent. I knew even then, that this skinny, awkward looking young girl was going to be famous one day. I'm seldom wrong on predictions such as these, which makes me think I should have chosen another calling... like talent agent or DJ.


Here is Celine, singing my favorite song (among many) from one of my favorite movies:




So.... What do you think? Is it possible to overcome an affliction such as this crying thing? Do I need to consult a psychiatrist psychologist? Or should I just sit and watch the DVD over and over until I can get through it without the tears? Well, I've got a year to figure this one out I suppose. But, I will attend her concert in Las Vegas, no matter what I have to do.


We've decided to make it a family trip and we're going to take both kids, so maybe they can pinch me to keep me from crying. It always worked for The Brown Recluse when I was a child. At any rate, we'll all go to see Celine Dion together in 2011 or perhaps 2012 and hopefully, by that time, I can learn how to control my emotions in public. Or not.