Ms. Inappropriate

Sometimes I get excited. And when I get excited I have a tendency to say things that are a little inappropriate. Sounds like a puppy doesn't it? Maybe that's a pretty accurate comparison.

In the last week I've made some comments to my parents that, upon reflection, were really terrible. I made my mom and my mother-in-law a 30 minute video of their grandson doing miscellaneous things that a 9 month old does. It is a solid 30 minutes of just the baby. So when I was on the phone with my dad I said, "I call it granny porn. It's for their baby addiction." WHY?! Why would I ever suggest that their love for their grandchild is comparable to a sex addict's need for pornography. YUCK!

It gets better. I was chatting with my mother and I mentioned how I left the house without the baby for a good 5 hours on Saturday. She was impressed and so I continued to tell her that when I got home the baby wanted to nurse as a way to stake his claim on me. He wasn't really hungry or thirsty he just wanted to acknowledge me as his mama. In the phone conversation with my mother I likened it to a dog peeing on a fire hydrant as a way to mark his territory. Hmmm...again I have to ask myself...WHY?! Why would I make a sweet and beautiful thing so gross?

Participating in the blog-o-sphere can be a challenge for me due to what I'd like to call a "misplaced" filter. I read some one's post and I get excited. I'm so eager to participate that my fingers have a life of their own and what I write can sometimes be a little inappropriate. So, to any of you out there who have encountered my excited and possibly inappropriate explosions on your blogs...I apologize and thank you for the grace you extended to me. I'm working on thinking more before I hit the "post comment" button.