On Cussing and Boobs
I have been tagged and/or approved to steal about four different memes, and I think that I shall be saving them all for days in November when I am running a little low on brain batteries.
Crap, I think I'm gonna need more than four.
I find myself using the word crap quite often, I have no idea why.
But I do know that Mr. P keeps saying "Dammit!" and I place the blame squarely on the broad shoulders of his father. He lets that word slip into his vocabulary quite often. Hubba-hubba tried to blame kids at school, but I know better. Every time he tries to do something and it doesn't go right, dammit comes out loud and clear. I suppose it is better than the f-bomb, but still. If I have to give up all my cussing, it's only fair he does the same.
My mother told me to ignore it when Mr. P says it, that he will like getting a reaction. To me, it just seems like tacit approval, and how will I ever win mother of the year if my son goes around his Lutheran preschool bellowing "Dammit" every time he doesn't tag somebody out on the playground? It places my award in some serious jeopardy.
And on a totally different note, because October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, my hetero life partner Sunshine is honoring her friend Teresa, a breast cancer survivor (yay!) by holding a contest. And people, it is so easy to participate. Just go to this post on her blog, and leave a comment that fits the rules listed, which are easy. If you do this by noon Central time Nov. 1, you will have a chance to win a fabulous shirt designed by none other than Mrs. Sunshine herself. And let me tell you, her shirts are awesome, I plan on ordering some for Christmas gifts this year.
So, go now!
Crap, I think I'm gonna need more than four.
I find myself using the word crap quite often, I have no idea why.
But I do know that Mr. P keeps saying "Dammit!" and I place the blame squarely on the broad shoulders of his father. He lets that word slip into his vocabulary quite often. Hubba-hubba tried to blame kids at school, but I know better. Every time he tries to do something and it doesn't go right, dammit comes out loud and clear. I suppose it is better than the f-bomb, but still. If I have to give up all my cussing, it's only fair he does the same.
My mother told me to ignore it when Mr. P says it, that he will like getting a reaction. To me, it just seems like tacit approval, and how will I ever win mother of the year if my son goes around his Lutheran preschool bellowing "Dammit" every time he doesn't tag somebody out on the playground? It places my award in some serious jeopardy.
And on a totally different note, because October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, my hetero life partner Sunshine is honoring her friend Teresa, a breast cancer survivor (yay!) by holding a contest. And people, it is so easy to participate. Just go to this post on her blog, and leave a comment that fits the rules listed, which are easy. If you do this by noon Central time Nov. 1, you will have a chance to win a fabulous shirt designed by none other than Mrs. Sunshine herself. And let me tell you, her shirts are awesome, I plan on ordering some for Christmas gifts this year.
So, go now!
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When my boys come home with a new word, we discuss a better alternative. Sometimes that works.
- Heidi
One Christmas they got themselves a couple of terrier puppies. Naturally, they named them Dammit and Dumbshit.
Thanks for the chat yesterday, will be hunting you down again when I have more time!!! (Time? What is that?)
We watched a movie the other day where the character was swearing at his mother. "Apple Sauce!" he said. "Johnny!", said his mother, shocked..."Sorry Mother", said Johnny. HA!
I commented on Sunshines blog. What a great idea!
LOL at Mr. P.! I know I shouldn't laugh, but you know kids copy everything they see and hear. "Especially" what they know they shouldn't copy.
That contest looks awesome and those shirts are nice! I'll have to pay this blog a visit! Thanks for the heads up.
Actually, I'll be glad to take the blame for you, Gina. It would be fun to be known as The Bad Influence.