Thinking

I really hate it when I have something on my mind but I can’t talk about it. Whether it’s good or bad I mull over it and ponder till I’m blue in the face but there’s a line around certain subjects that cannot be crossed with an open mouth. Usually it’s something that’s going to happen or may happen depending on circumstances. I’m sure it’s good for me to “control my tongue” but I don’t enjoy it. Why is this a big deal? I like to know what other people think for one thing. I am actually interested in almost any opinion I hear. I don’t always agree, sometimes I think it’s downright stupid, but I enjoy hearing someone else’s take on things. Sometimes it just gives me more to think about…and I really enjoy thinking. So to sum up…I like to think, talk about it, hear what someone else thinks and then think some more.

on another subject
I can hear Owen playing with his Grandma in the other room. His innocent little babble is echoed every now and then by her and I can just see him enjoying it. His grin is absolutely heart melting (of course I think so, I’m his mother…if you have another opinion you’d like me to think about you’re welcome to give it, but I’ll tell you right now…I think it’s downright stupid). I can hear him looking for me now. He’s crawling but doesn’t quite know where to go and I can hear him trying to address me in the afore mentioned babble…ooh…I just heard “ma-ma”! I’m sure it was an accident. What do you think?