Profanity

Okay, so I was reading a blog that rates other blogs and one of their criteria to rank a blog as a "must read blog" is the use of profanity, specifically the F-bomb. It is only considered a cool blog if you litter it or spice it up with F-bombs. Really? When did F-bombs become so "cool"?

Now for myself, I prefer reading the PG rated blogs. This did get me wondering about profanity and the usage of the F-bomb and other profanity bombs.

So I googled profanity and I went to ask.com and looked it up there as well. I read several essays and they gave some interesting thoughts that I knew I had somewhere in the back of what I call a brain, but had kinda repressed for whatever reason. The use of expletives is described as a lazy way to add emphasis to your language.

It also occurred to me that being disgusted with a blog that does not use the F-bomb (just writing F-bomb makes their blood curdle) was so cliquish and high-schoolish.

"Only the coolest of bloggers use the REAL F word! If not, you're not worthy."

(Insert eye roll here.) Oh brother, and just consider me UNworthy!

Bottom line: I just don't like it. Is that so wrong? I admit I'm guilty of thinking of these words more often than I like and even saying them (*gasp*) on very rare occasions! (insert sheepish grin here) I'm reminded of that 80's song, "I'm only human, of flesh and blood I'm made!" Darn, who sang that song? Oh I remember now, Human League. I digress.

So is it worth the effort to try and stop myself from uttering them? I think so.

Case in point.

Yesterday I was at a convenience store with my four year old and his little four year old friend. I had conveniently purchased some Gatorade drinks for them, and of course a DDP for me. We returned to the car and got all buckled up and I looked over my shoulder twice, all clear. Slowly and cautiously, I reversed out of my parking spot. All was good. I was in my happy place and so were the boys. I straightened out my car to go forward and lo and behold a truck starts reversing out of it's parking spot right in front of me almost hitting me. I threw up my hands as if to say, "What the heek are you doing? Idiot!" Well the "idiot" was a teenage boy with another teenage boy in the passenger seat. They looked at me and threw their hands up in disgust. I'm thinking, "Whaaaa....?" The passenger boy turned to the driver and they exchanged niceties. They looked at me again and smiled huge toothy grins, and then the driver gave me a nice unadulterated "bird". The mother of all grand obscene gestures. What was my response to this lovely display of unwarranted and undeserved rudeness?

Lemme tell ya...the thoughts and the words on the tip of my tongue? It wasn't pretty. Did I want to yell back and possibly return the gesture to these dear, dear boys, oh yeah....definitely! Did I do it? I admit I yelled. I bellowed out a loud resounding, "PUNK"! (No gesture was involved, unless you consider my wide gaping mouth of astonishment as one!)

And then I hear a little voice from the back seat, "Mom, that's not a nice word." Oh my son, if you only knew, if you ONLY knew!

Grocery Prices

Every day and night we hear from every possible news source that the price of groceries is going up, up, up!

OK. We try to economize. We do not splurge as much as we used to. We stick to the basics. We plan meals and try to make ONE trip a week to the grocery store. (Do you hear hysterical laughing, that would be my husband reading this over my shoulder!)

I have watched the price of my dish detergent go up. Does this mean I do less dishes? No, of course not, I still wash away, it's just more expensive to do so.

I have watched the price of toilet paper increase by a few bucks(a very dear necessity and one close to my... uh, yeah, my heart). Less is more? Not in this instance.

I have watched the price of milk sky rocket. I've actually begun to wonder if there has been a cow-genocide that occurred I missed hearing about. Or is this a consequence of "mad-cow" disease? Are they mad at us, and so they are producing less milk?

I have watched the price of eggs soar and have wondered if the hens are whooping it up in some fancy-schmancy barn resort and spa. Those prices have DOUBLED for us. Yep, even the "cheep" food is not so cheap anymore.

I have watched my affordable pasta evolve into che'pastay, a much more sophisticated type of pasta of French descent. It requires many more pennies than it used to, to buy this new refined product.

I'm not even gonna mention the price of gas....blah blah blah...we're hearing it all the time. Yes, we know it is expensive. Those poor oil company execs, I bet they feel so misunderstood! Poor, poor babies as they continue to rake in the big bucks.

I have watched all of this in silence. I have sucked it up. I have shelled out the extra dough. I have not complained.

So when I went to purchase my precious ice-cream and it was the same price for a much smaller container....(it went from 1.75 quarts to 1.5 quarts), I almost went berserk.

I felt the tiniest quiver of rage begin deep within me. I nurtured that tiny seed into a full blown "smoke comin' out of the ears" anger! I wanted to scream and yell at anyone and everyone at the grocery store. I wanted to stomp my feet. I wanted to fling open the frozen food door and grab every container of ice-cream and hurl it everywhere. All I could think of was... well you don't want to know what I was thinking of...suffice it say, profanity was definitely involved!

Sputtering and muttering, I couldn't believe it; the audacity, the horror, the pain! Now I must sacrifice an extra quarter of a quart of my sweet, creamy, refreshing ice-cream?

Folks, now it's personal!

Addictions

Diet Dr. Pepper and I are both Texans!


We were both "created" in Texas. DDP was born in Waco, TX. Me in El Paso, TX.

Of course DDP was created before I was born. DDP is old enough to be my dad, er, my GREATgranddad being 78 years older than moi!

It was sad not knowing DDP til my adulthood, but was worth the wait! I knew this connection, this bond, will not, should not EVER be broken!


Oh the fizz of it all. Makes life joyful!! I'm addicted and proud of it. Makes me thirsty just thinking about it. Excuse me....I'll be right back.

*pop of soda can opening*

Ahhhh, that's better, I can go back to my happy place.

Hi, I'm Sandie and I'm a DDP-holic!! (Is that wrong?)

P.S. I also suffer from clicker finger! I click on EVERY hyperlink in a post! It's bad, it's BAD! Look what happened!

Baffling Moment #3920

Kids can and do baffle.

"Wait are you saying that even though you gave me a Nintendo DS, that it's really yours and not mine?"

My ten-year-old was very concerned.

He was concerned because he was trying to figure out if something is "his" then how come we as parents have the right to take it away, if necessary.

I thought I came up with a clever solution by saying: "It is yours, but the privilege of playing the game in our house belongs to Dad and I."

Sounded good, didn't it? Worked for me!

I grew up an only child and I gave birth to one child and we adopted our second child.

I recently told my husband that I think the reason we were not blessed with more children "naturally" was because he and I do not mix well genetically!

Our natural born son is very emotional and high-strung. Thank goodness he has outgrown so much of his temperament, but as the saying goes, "we have a long way to go." He is only ten years old and he acts like a pouty teenager!


There are days when I just think to myself, "What am I doing? I have no clue what to do with...this...sullen, pouty,boy?"

He must have been born with too much estrogen. I did not expect this kind of moodiness from a boy! Only my husband and I could love him as much as we do, because he came from our loins! We see glimpses of goodness in him from time to time and that gives me a teensy weensy bit of hope!

He baffles me so much of the time. There have been times when I just wanted to throw in the towel and say, "That's it. I'm going back to work outside the home. Maybe he'll be better off in a daycare center!"

Day to day, I am scratching my head wondering, "Huh? What do I do in this situation?" Let me think, there are so many examples to choose from, which one shall I pick?

The pout.

At church I said, "You're pouting."

He says, "What? I don't even feel like I have a pout on my face."

Me: "But you do."

Him: "What do you want me to do, why are you getting on me again?"

Me: "I'm not getting on you, I just want you to know that you should choose to change your expression."

Him: "But I'm not pouting, why do you keep saying that."

Me: "Because I can see your face and there's a pout on it."

Him: "I don't understand, you're always on me. This is just my face. I'm not upset. I don't know what you want me to do."

He storms off to his Sunday School class. Lucky teacher!

Did I say how he baffles me?