Cry Baby

I have no idea when I became so emotional. I don't remember crying a lot growing up or even much through my college years. (Except for the year I was on SING committee. I cried for a week straight that spring, but we won't talk about that). Up until a couple of years ago I always informed people, "I'm not a crier. No, definitely not." At some point I realized that was a big, fat lie. I cry at most weddings. I cried when my last niece was born. I even cried at Toy Story 3 last year. Yup, somewhere down the line I became a crier. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a basket case or anything, but it is not unusual for me to tear up at the silliest things. Last week was a bit of an extreme for me. In the last seven days I cried at this:

and this

and this

Just to name a few. I know, ridiculous. And yes I watch 16 and Pregnant. Don't ask me why. I almost always cry through it too. So sad. Anyway, just thought I should publicly, once and for all admit that I, Ashleigh Nicole Whiteman, am a cry baby.