Warning: I tend not to cuss too much on my blog. In reality, I cuss a lot. Profanity ahead.
I am in a bad, foul mood right now. Lots of things are bugging me. Sometimes, I wish we could just move onto a farm, be totally self-sufficient, and not have to deal with people. With my husband’s dairy farming background and my Appalachian holler girl roots, we would have a serious shot of making it work.
I will not rant about what’s bugging me because I’m sure to offend someone. I’ve come to some realizations about myself and my beliefs, and they don’t always jive too well with this "community" of which I became a part of when Liam was born.
Yesterday, I had at least a two minute long profanity-laced tirade. I will not be surprised if Liam’s first words are "shut the fuck up". And, that was the least offensive of what I said yesterday.
Today, I bought yarn and cookies.
Sometimes, profanity makes me feel better especially if I can string together a creative bunch of insults. Sometimes, yarn and cookies make me feel better. I wonder if blue fucking yarn and holy fucking pink cookies will work even better.
Edited to say: I didn’t say to Liam to shut the fuck up. That was directed at spectacularly bad driving occurring directly in front of me and the asshat who was behind me who wouldn’t stop honking his horn to try to convince me to move. He obviously didn’t care that there was a car in front of me trying to make a left turn from a right turn only lane and in trying to do so blocked every lane of traffic. Just clarifying who was the object of my scorn.
oooooh man, I hope your day gets better! I do understand and often have those days myself! Hang in there…I hope you flipped the car behind you off!!
Oh man. I hope the cookies help! 🙂
Sorry things are yucky. I like the quotes around “community”, I think I feel like that much of the time.
I can get behind yarn and cookies as a possible solution to just about everything.
(I swear a lot, too. I’m really trying to be better about it…but failing.)
Hee hee. I have a friend who had to change her “driving language” when she honked the horn and her three year old piped up from the backseat — “mom, is that guy being a douchebag?”
Oh I hope your day gets better and that the cookie and yarn helped a little.
One of my very first words ever was “asshole”. My parents were torn b/c yeah she’s talking but bad b/c she’s cursing! I totally picked it up from my dad, too. Heh. Anyways I hope things are going better for you now!
After a two-hour long battle with Eli to get him to take a nap, I lost my cool. Imagine my surprise later on when I heard him say to his dad, “get in the damn bed right now”. Oops. Which I had only said under my breath, to myself, but still, I said it and he heard me. Gotta do better.
I know what you mean about the “community”. Exactly. On the one hand, you don’t want to offend anyone, but on the other, why shouldn’t you feel comfortable in saying what you really believe? It’s a tough place.
My husband keeps telling me to stop cursing in front of the boy. I’m thinking I’ve only got a little time left before he starts understanding (and repeating) so I’m trying to get it all now.
Sorry everyone was being a fuckhead to you. People can suck sometimes. Yarn and cookies must have helped.
I love the word asshat. Makes me laugh every time. I also curse WAY TOO MUCH. My husband rebuked me (gently) yesterday, says it’s crass most of the time, but that all bets are off when I’m driving. I don’t have kids, and the cats aren’t about to repeat anything I say. Good luck with trying to keep it contained. (I found you through Ravelry’s Etsy group)
I had to start calling people who did Bad Things while driving “weasels” because my then 3yo son took exception to the language I had been using.
I’m all about yarn and cookies as a balm to the fuming soul. Sounds like a trip to your LYS is in order ….