i have been told

that i talk too much. talking too much is practically in my genes. talking too much is so apart of me...that this quiet house (apart from baby talk) has been known to occasionally drive me insane (or drive me to this blog)

i even have proof. once when i was 6 i was flying to utah from washington by myself. pretty grown up, i know. so anwyays i was sitting next to a girl my age, also flying alone. we were playing with our babie dolls and chatting. when this little girl looked at me and said point blank "you talk too much". i was stunned into silence. she wanted to shut me up, and she accomplished just that. BUT i made her pay that little girl. for i didn't let her play with my bathtime barbie the rest of that flight. (yes bathtime barbie.)

sometimes tyler gets home and i just can't stop talking. i mean that too. like i cannot shut my own mouth up. this is embarrassing but somedays..i go hours and hours not even speaking one word to anyone but my baby. and it's not like those words turn into mind engaging, meaningful conversations. although..sometimes i do take advantage of those listening ears. even if their tuned into elmo's world and not me.

i just realized that i'm a talkaholic. for reals, this is a conidtion which needs medication.

what is even greater is when i take an eccedrin. good luck getting me to even perform polite pauses inbetween tangents. not happening.

sometimes this blog may seem a bit like i'm on eccedrin, i know. so i guess this is just me appologizing for my horrible problem with talking, uncontrollably. or i guess in this case it's typing. but...it keeps me feeling like i'm not in an instituion for which there is no one to listen to me talk. or type. same diff.