Showing posts with label things that make me crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things that make me crazy. Show all posts

Thursday, November 19, 2015

List,

... because I don't have much left in me today.

  • I have 2 dental implants. One of the crowns falls off about every 5 years or so. It's been loose for a while now and fell off on Sunday. Monday I went in to get it cemented back in place. Which was great. Until I realized today that it was infected. So back to the dentist I went for antibiotics. 
  • Mouth pain is great for napping. I finally got some rest today. Not enough, though.
  • Much of the west has been having crazy winds this week. While my house hasn't gotten more than a breeze, you wouldn't know it by the pain in my head. Between the wind and my tooth, I'm a mess above the neck!
  • I've lost a day of Christmas prep. Pray for me on Friday as I dig in to finish and (hopefully!) start to decorate!
  • Oh yeah, and prep for a little day called Thanksgiving. Thankfully, (heh,) I'm not hosting that this year. Side dishes, FTW!
  • I have to give Libby a bath tomorrow too. She's a mess. I'm somehow going to have to figure out how to get her into the bathtub so I can use warm water. The hose is way too cold this time of year. Wish me luck!
Alright. That's it. I'm outta here. See ya tomorrow!

Sunday, November 30, 2014

The Elephant in My Room

For Day 30, I thought I'd kind of 'save the best for last,' so to speak. I don't think it's the best, but I suppose it's the biggest news around here.

We quit smoking at the beginning of the month. HD decided that we were going to quit a few months ago. We went to our doctor and got Chantix. It's been 25 days or so.

Yes, I said that HD decided. Not me.

To be quite honest with you, I did not want to quit. I still like it. Not the optimum conditions for quitting. He has talked about it pretty seriously for a few years now and when our life insurance came up for renewal this year (more than doubling in cost if we simply renewed as smokers,) he decided that the time was now. While I haven't necessarily been on board, I have participated. All month.

For anyone out there wondering about Chantix, it works. But you really need to read the package insert and talk to your doctor. If you are taking medication for depression it is critical that you talk to your doctor. For the first 2-3 weeks we both felt like zombies. It's better now, somewhat. Also, there are other side effects that effect the intestines. No more details, but be forewarned. Ahem.

I'd like to say that I'm happier and feel better but I don't really feel like anything. Except having a cigarette. I still think about it all.the.time. Well, that's not true. At the beginning it was really bad but now it's only during my biggest trigger moments-while having a drink, after a meal, those types of things.

HD likes to talk about it to get support. Luckily he can talk about it all day at work or with whoever he wants. I don't like to talk about it because it makes me want it more. Talk about 2 drastically different styles! I have talked about it with him because he needs the support and he has specifically not talked about it with me because that's how I need support. Weird, but it works.

So there you have it. The Elephant in the Room that I still don't want to talk about but thought you should know about.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Solar Powered

When I was a college freshman at the University of Tennessee I learned a valuable lesson. It isn't good for me to go too long without seeing the sun. It was actually the primary reason for leaving Knoxville and moving home. I liked UT, my sorority, the Copper Kettle (ahem), but I just couldn't get past the lack of sunshine from November to March. Not to mention that I was only 18 and not mature enough to get over myself, already.

Living in the west for most of my life I haven't had to deal with too many cloudy days in a row. 1 or 2 is about the most that either Colorado or California have before the sun breaks through. Not that it's necessarily warm, but if the sun is at least shining then I can make it. I don't mind the cold as long as there is a sun in the sky making it at least seem warm.

Therein lies the problem with this week. I don't think we've seen the sun since Sunday. Maybe Monday? Either way, that is 4 or 5 days, which is DOUBLE the number of days that I'm used to having without seeing the sun. When you're solar powered that isn't enough.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Obnoxious Commercials #2

I can't decide which of the following is worse. Vote in the comments!






Both make me want to pull my ears off my head and have razor blades for a snack.

Headless Mom

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Who Wins?

Not long ago when my parents were visiting my mom and I were having a discussion about who 'wins' in my marriage. You know, the discussions about what to say yes to the kids about, what/where to have dinner, what we spend money on, you know, pretty much everything. My HB#2 was listening and he said "Dad always wins!" We laughed. It was pretty funny that at 9 he sees some major life patterns in our household and recognizes them at such a young age.

But it's actually not all that funny. A pattern is starting to emerge that I don't like very much, and it's not because I want to be in control. Remember that discussion we had back in January about video games? Well, I lost that one. Then HD got the boys XBOX Live, against my better judgement.

The latest is airsoft guns. HB#1 has been bugging us about getting them "because all his friends have them, Mom." Our standard answer lately is that "We're still discussing it. We'll let you know."

So, this afternoon #1 had a friend over and asked if his friend could bring some airsoft guns to play with over here. I reluctantly said ok to that. The kids didn't have any bullets, (ammo? pellets? What do you call them?), so HD took them to the store to get some.

You get 3 guesses on what they came home with, and the first two don't count.

So tell me. Who wins in your house?
Headless Mom

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Random Thoughts from a Windy Wednesday

  • Wind? Yes, I'm mainlining Advil again, since a sinusectomy isn't an option.
  • Related: if my head is hurting I can safely assume the kids' are too. Remedy that with Advil too and avoid headache related meltdowns. Win-win!
  • Why would a man who drives a dooley put a sticker of a flower and a hummingbird on the back?
  • There is no reason, save bad weather or children on the street, to drive well.under.the.speed.limit. Ever.
  • I wish that the other drivers on the road with me would have boxed in the guy who weaved in and out of traffic, going 90 miles an hour, just because he wasn't satisfied with 75. He almost caused 3 accidents.
  • I hate lunchtime. I hate sandwiches. Yet, I still have to feed myself around noon every day. You'd think I'd learn by now to keep something in the house.
  • I have eaten my nails to an almost-bloody pulp. Thank you, stress.
  • The unbloggable has been solved. I hope that means all of my words are back.
  • For any locals that are reading, I have a giveaway going on over at Inland Empire Family.
  • Again, for locals: Are you going to Monster Jam this weekend? Let's have a tweet-up!
  • I also wrote about being a coach.
  • I want to suck on this kid's cheeks and make him laugh. I bet he's got the best baby laugh!
Headless Mom

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

So, How was your Monday?

I never do any thing easy.

If you are friends with me on f**ebook then you know the hell that happened on Monday. If you're not, let me take you back.....

Over the weekend the kids were sick. So sick, in fact, that they didn't even want to go out trick-or-treating on Sunday night. Overnight Sunday into Monday #2 crawled in bed with us around 2 am with a raging fever so I knew that he wouldn't make it to school on Monday. #1 wasn't feeling great but he decided to tough it out anyway. At around 9:30 I closed up my computer and decided to start a load of laundry, then went upstairs to get dressed.

Sometime after 10, maybe 10:15 or 10:30?, I came downstairs and at the bottom I splashed into about an inch of water. At first I thought that I had spilled a large glass of water. But, um, no. After a quick survey around I found that it was my washing machine that had over flowed and flooded my main floor. Somehow whatever tells the washer to stop the water flow didn't tell the water to stop.

Y'all would have been proud of me. I didn't freak out or anything!

Long story short, Headless Dad came home from work and we called in the brigade. They tore up carpet and tile and baseboards in most of the ground floor of our house. I have the monster blowers in my house drying out the walls. We could be out of the house for up to 7 days. (Worst case, but still.)

Anyway, so that's my tale of Monday. I have pictures that I'll share when I have a chance to download them. Our hotel has free wi-fi so I should have plenty of computer access but as far as time goes? Who knows. I still have to figure out our schedule for the week while being without my own home. We'll see. I'll keep you posted, k?

See? Headless. I keep telling you people....

Headless Mom

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Ok, so you don't know either.

A couple of days ago I asked you all if you knew what I missed.

Fortunately for my bank account, none of you knew. Unfortunately for me and my PMSing brain, that means that wahhhh, no one knows or cares! (Yeah, I know it's pathetic. And potentially, completely untrue, but I said PMS. Go with it. For the sake of the hormones, people.)

I missed my blogaversary. October 1. This blog is now 3 years old, and I'm throwing a tantrum. Well, in my head anyway.

This is how it's been: husband working overtime for about a month now, kids are tired. I'm fried, PMSing, have a headache, and have so much housework to do that I'm not sure I'll ever catch up. (Is that phrase even compatible with being a mom?)

After being witness to some of the blog drama today, (and intentionally not commenting on any of it,) I'm questioning a lot of what goes on in the blogworld, where my blog fits in and exactly how I feel about all of it. Not a new question, for sure, but one that I fretted all day about. (And no, that doesn't mean that I'm contemplating quitting.) I may or may not ever comment publicly on it, but suffice to say, if I decide to get off my lazy butt you might see some of the fruits of my contemplation.

Sidenote: Rain in California is not unusual, people.  Quit acting like it's the end of the world. Believe me, you'll have plenty to complain about when it's 90 degrees in January. Unbelievable. OK, so you're cold. Put on some real shoes and a jacket.

So that's where I am. Where are you this week?

Headless Mom

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Driving

To school,
home,
to Dick's, to Target, to the grocery,
home,
to the school,
home,
to a birthday party,
home,
to baseball practice,
home,
to the party,
to football practice,
to baseball,
to drop off one kid,
home,
another kid gets picked up,
to get food for the baseball player,
to the football field,
to get the football player (and myself!) food,
home.

Headless Mom

Monday, September 27, 2010

Some People's Kids

There's this kid that I know. (If you read me then it's not your kid. Seriously.) This kid is friends with my boys. They are often playing together out in the neighborhood. This is a perfectly nice child, not a bad kid, not a bad influence, from a perfectly nice family.

You're waiting for the "but," right? Here goes:

This child, while perfectly fine, is the densest, most aggravating child I know. The kid has no manners, yet isn't impolite. (I know, total opposites.) For instance, if said child is over, child will help him/herself to something to drink or eat without asking or saying thank you. While I don't mind when the kids grab a glass of water, could you at least say thank you? Especially when I'm standing right there? When hopping in the car to go to school this child stands in the middle of the street or walks out in front of my car, all the while staring at me with a totally blank look. Isn't it basic knowledge to stand on the curb to wait? The blank look reminds me of a dog who will sit when told but doesn't know why.

I don't get it, actually. I know the parents. I know that they insist on  'thank yous' at home. I know that there are brains in their genes. I'm just not so sure that this one got any of the 'common sense' gene.

I suppose that this child could be intimidated by me but I find that so weird. The kids have played together for years, migrating between houses, with all of the moms taking care of the kids equally. It takes a village, right? I'm not about to stop the free-range-ness of it all, not by a long stretch. I think it's great for the kids to be able to wander in and out of houses in the neighborhood and play outside safely, at any of the houses and in the street. I just wonder about this one particular kid.
 
Gah! I hate complaining about children, but this one takes the proverbial cake, without saying 'may I', 'please', or 'thank you,' I might add.

Headless Mom

Friday, September 17, 2010

Lunch Dates

I had to laugh yesterday when I read Jennifer's post on the subliminal messages that many of us SAHM's give to our husbands. "Gosh! I have so much time now that both kids are in school! And it's right at lunch time! How about that?!!"

I totally remember that. I had one boy in Kindergarten, the other in preschool 3 mornings a week and All.The.Time.In.The.World!!! (Yeah, pre-blog days...that's important, folks.) I dropped hints like babies drop toys for the 'I drop it, you pick it up' game. Like, endless.

Headless Dad eats out at lunch, oh, about 99 out of 100 workdays. Not that I really want to eat out that much, but since I don't like sandwiches, and I hate cooking anything for just me, I would like to eat lunch out more than I do. Oh, and there is that little thing of budget. If one is eating out, I must.save.the.money, and end up eating leftovers or some other crap that I don't want just so I have nourishment. Call the WAHmbulance now...

Back to yesterday...I laughed as I read her post because I remember those days of desperately wanting to go out and have some adult time! Adult conversation! No Cheerios added! And during those days I didn't have any friends. Literally, I had no one to call for an occasional lunch out. (Actually, not too different from now. Most of my friends work, homeschool, or live too far away. Yes, thank you I'd love some cheese with my whine!)

On Thursdays I volunteer in #2's classroom from 9-10 helping with their writing assignments. (Heh. I know! It's like I have a degree or something...) So when I got home I sat down to write a post for IEF. I wrote. I linked. I resized pictures. I edited. I published.

Er, no I didn't.

Crap. Where did it go? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!11!!!!!

Yes, it was lost. After over an hour of work it was gone. And like clockwork, or the biggest irony of the week? Headless Dad called to ask me to go to lunch with him.

AHahahahahhahahahaha... Yeah, like I have time for that today!??!! I have to get this post up, and finish the smelly load of laundry and figure out something for dinner and iron (that I should have done 3 days ago) and And AND!!!11!!!!!!!

So, that's the tale of How I Got What I Wished For, A Few Years Later. Good luck with that, Jen.
Headless Mom

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Blocked

  • You know how when you've been working at something for 30 minutes on the computer and then have to take a call? Blocked. (Or "timed out of your session." Whatev.)
  • You have a sh**ton of writing to do and then it rains? Blocked.
  • You have worked your tail off over the weekend, then on the weekdays you can't get motivated? Blocked.
  • You *always* write out your weekly calendar but forget just one time? Blocked.
  • You feel like you're forgetting something but can't figure out what? Blocked.
However, you can always make a blog post out of it and call it a day.
Headless Mom

Monday, July 19, 2010

Critters. We have 'em.

There have been a few critters running around here over the past couple of years, most notably the rats.

So last week we discussed one of the newest critters around the headless household...gophers. Here is the evidence!


We believe the gopher met an untimely, yet predictable, demise, since he hasn't been seen again.  No body messes with Headless Dad's grass, y'all.

We're not limited to creatures with legs. No sirree! Look what we found last week on garbage day. (Yes, Keetha, that is a trash can of the non-melted variety!)



The kids got a kick out of this king snake. I'm actually amazed that I got this close to photograph him! HB#2 really wanted to keep it, and HD was going to let him, until I piped in with a resounding "No!!!! ZOMG!!!11!!!! there will be no 'nakes in my house!"



We let him go in a section of the yard that should be teeming with lizards and bugs. Let's just hope he doesn't make his way back to the house, because if I see him and HD isn't home? I believe that his fate will be something like the poor gopher. You don't mess with my house, y'all.

Headless Mom

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Today

I'm thinking today would be a lovely day for a mommy melt down.
Headless Mom

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

6:30

I am not a morning person. Honestly, if the day routinely began around 9 I would be a happy camper. I prefer my days to last long into the evening, when it's quiet. There is something peaceful about the night that is just not found in the heat of the day. Or morning, for that matter.

Alas, my husband is not. He bounds out of bed around 5 a.m. He commences with head-bobs around 8 p.m. on the couch. Opposites attract, and all that. Hmph.

You might remember that a few days ago he woke me up because of the gopher? Yep. 6:30.

Yesterday, it was for insurance paperwork. Again. 6:30.

Today? It was body lotion, or more accurately, the lack of. You got it. 6:30.

Dear 6:30 a.m.,

You blow.

Sincerely,
Headless Mom

Monday, July 12, 2010

Home Again, Home Again

We were supposed to get home on Thursday, but because of the wonders of airline employee travel passes and the internet we didn't even attempt it until Friday. Which was, you know, kind of a mess since one of my boy-children started acting like a 12 year old girl-child with raging hormones. I'll let you all guess which one that was. Hmph. His vacation capacity hits a brick wall around day 9 and if it goes to day 10, or HORRORS! day 11? Well, let's just say that anyone in his path is in for it.

It was a good thing that we were coming home when we did, however, because the implant tooth that I've mentioned? Yeah, it came out again and I had to walk around 2 airports missing a tooth in the front of my mouth attempting to speak without, you know, opening my mouth. Attractive. You should try it sometime.

So the weekend was spent trying to recover from said vacation, doing laundry, cleaning. Nothing says "Welcome Home!" like having to mop and vacuum, I say.

So yesterday I went out and found some curtains for the bathroom that I just painted, along with a couple of accessories that are going to look great. That is, when they finally get put up. In checking out the space I realized that I really need to do a second coat so that's where I'll be today as soon as I get this up. Painting. I sure hope I have enough paint because I really don't want to go back to the store.

(We're having an event here that I'd really like to have it all done for. That story is coming later. But first you need to hear this...)

So for the last few months, Headless Dad has been working on the yard for said event. He planted the garden, got some other stuff planted, fertilized the yard, raked the dirt (!), built a fire pit, cut some wood, and on and on. The dude is serious about his yard. And his hard work has payed off because it really looks terrific. (Photo essay coming soon!) So today, he got up early for work. Normal. Made coffee. Normal. Walked out on the patio to drink said coffee and see his masterpiece in the glow of the sunrise. Normal. Looked out on the grass, and without his glasses saw a mound of dirt. Decidedly NOT NORMAL.

Gophers.

Are you *$@#!=% kidding me?

So he had to wake me up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 to tell me that he was going to the Orange Big Box Home Improvement store. He bombed some gopher-butt.

On his way out, I asked him if he felt like Bill Murray.

Headless Mom

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Las Vegas

Many of you know that I was supposed to be going to Las Vegas this weekend. My bowling league has our annual tournament there  and I always look forward to it. Two days of no kids and just being an adult is always great for my psyche.

Supposed to because I'm not going.

I was going to go. I always plan to go. I didn't make a reservation in my 'preferred' hotel and there is nothing close that I would actually stay in (dumps), and I can't really afford to stay elsewhere. I don't want to drive my car because I don't trust it across the desert in 100 degree heat. (Why yes, summer is arriving this weekend with a vengeance.) (I did look into a rental car, and it would have been reasonable.)

Headless Dad was going to try to go with me. Our first thought was to see if his Vegas office had any business that he needed to take care of on Friday so he wouldn't technically have to take a day off. That didn't work out so we were just going to go up on Saturday morning early to make it for the tournament at noon. That was until my son won their first playoff game (Yay Cubs!) and went into the path to play on Saturday. Yes, Saturday. HD is one of the coaches for the team so he had to stay for the game.

Ultimately, I suppose I could have gone, driven a rented car alone, spent one or two nights in Vegas alone, driven home early on Sunday to be home for commitments at 1pm and at 4pm.

Ultimately, it just doesn't seem worth it, does it?

Headless Mom

Friday, May 14, 2010

Some Randomy Randomness

  • I'm having a crisis of sorts. Carmen wrote earlier in the week about friendship. Why is this relevant? A local pal, (who I love but doesn't read blogs-mine or anyone else's as far as I know,) asked a few of us to come over for happy hour this afternoon. Sounds great right? Well, my kids end up getting the short end of the stick when the kids play, and end up being miserable. What to do? We're going because some kids that they like will be there but sheesh, why can't it be easier? I don't want to knowingly put my kids in a situation where they get 'trampled' on, but I want to see my friends, too. What do you do in this situation?
  • I'm getting really tired of listening to LA news. Three reasons: the LA budget crunch (Can you say bankrupt?), 'cutting ties' with Arizona because of the illegal immigration law, and the Lakers. All three piss me off.
  • My house is a disaster area. The floors need vacuuming and mopping, the bathrooms need cleaning, my bathroom needs to be painted, I need to hang pictures, and clean out closets and drawers, the shelves above our wet bar are grossly dusty, yaddayaddayadda. Where do I start? 
  • I'm starting to feel a little weepy and tired. That doesn't bode well for getting things done, now does it?
  • I wrote/compiled a funny story over at DDS. Go read it, for it will make you laugh.
  • I lost 2 ounces this week. Weak, I know, but at least the scale isn't reading this anymore. I guess I need to work a little harder, eh? Or, you know, work on it at all?
  • I've decided that I want to be Mir when I grow up. I envy her career, in a good way. I'm thrilled for her success, I love her new design, and I would very much like to do what she does. Except without all of the work. Heh.
  • I'm doing better at quitting than my better half. That doesn't make me better, just crankier. This might explain the weepy and tired thing, come to think of it.
  • Headless Girl moved to campus last weekend. The house feels really empty without her. It's a cool deal for her, though. The kids that work on campus during the summer get to live there for free. There is no meal plan so they have to eat out, but that is a pretty nice trade-off, no? I'm so proud of her-she's got a great job and she's getting great grades and she's just a pretty awesome all around kid. Go, HG!
  • Headless Dad is s.l.o.w.l.y getting over bronchitis. And I mean slowly. 6 weeks and counting, and still coughing. 
  • Anyone going to be in Vegas the weekend of June 4-6? I'd love to meet you somewhere and have a drink, or ten. I'm going for bowling with Debby of Just Breathe. Leave a comment or email me, k? (headlessfamily5atgmaildotcom)
I suppose that's enough randomness from me for today. What's your random thought of the day?
Headless Mom

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Highs and Lows

Last night was a great family evening. After the boys finished their homework, they got ready for their baseball games and we headed to the park around 4:15. #2 started his game at 5pm. His team is full of experienced players and they do really well each game. My boy got up to bat 4 times and hit all four times. One was quite a dinger to right-center!

Right as #2's game was ending #1's game was beginning. We don't often have back to back games, especially on school nights. This is maybe one of 2 or 3 all season. I hit the snack bar with #2 so we could get some food, (Don't judge. My thighs and belly are already bitching up a storm, thanks,) and headed toward the field. When I got there I checked the line up.....#1 has been practicing pitching and had been told a few weeks ago that he would get in to pitch "at some point." So when I saw the "P" next to his name in the 5the inning I had to catch my breath.

The game progressed like any other game this team has had this season...not great. But not awful either. They were putting together some great plays. Unfortunately the other team was getting a bunch of runs and by the middle of the 5th inning they were up by a lot. Just the perfect place for a brand new pitcher, right? (Although, it may have been the perfect time to put him in-they had absolutely nothing to lose, right?) So he finished out the inning-threw some good pitches, and the team managed to do well fielding. The best part came in the next inning, though. Of the whole game, his was the only inning that there were no runs scored on his team. He threw great, and even better, he got an out at first base! We were flying so high last night.

Then there was today.

A whole bunch of stuff happened...and I spent a bunch of time at the school, but that's not the worst part. Get this: The boys walked in the door screaming and yelling at each other. Finally I figured out that #2 had sat in the front seat (of the neighbor's car,) on the way home. And apparently that is grounds for World War 3? After I got them calmed down a little the doorbell rang. The neighbor that I share driving duties with was there to tell me exactly how bad it was. The boys had actually been fighting in the car-hitting, pulling hair, the whole thing.

Fighting over who gets to sit where on a 3 minute car ride. Really? AAAaaaaaarrrrrggghhhh!

Long story short, I read them the riot act and so did their father after dinner. (Both grounded from all 'screen time' until the weekend is over.) This behavior is not ok with us and hopefully we got through to them.

The lows. Yep. We've got those too. And all in 24 hours! Don't you want to be me?

Headless Mom

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Words

Words are funny, you know?

Some are sweet, or kind, or angry.

Some have one meaning to one person, and another meaning altogether to someone else. Sometimes that is due to your country of origin, or it can be regional. Sometimes it can even be due to your family of birth or own personal experiences that give words their meaning.

For instance: my father has always called me "Little Girl," and always with his particular Mid-South twang. For me, that's my 'daughter' trigger, a comfortable place. It's different, though, when my husband says it to me. That comfortable feeling flies right out the window and someone who is supposed to be my partner and equal becomes someone that is trying to talk down to me and treat me like a child. (In my husband's defense, when I explained this to him he immediately apologized and hasn't called me that again. Our daughter? Yeah, he still calls her Little Girl and that's ok because she is.)

Slang is a funny thing, too. It has evolved and changed since we were kids. Words that were once taboo in all forms seem to be acceptable all over. Take "crap" for instance. When I was a kid, that was a word that, albeit not the worst word in the book, you certainly wouldn't use with your mother or teacher around. Now? I hear it in sermons. I hear children saying it like we might have said 'darn' in our childhood.

Is that ok? How do you feel about that? Is the shock value just gone or have we gotten to a point where we respect one another so little that we can't use more polite language anymore?

The one that really gets me though is the word "friggin'." Do you think that we don't know what you are saying? That we fell off the truck before we got to that definition? I find it completely offensive when children use it, and don't get me started about when they use it in front of not only adults but their own parents! Honestly, I think I would be less offended if people would just use the actual f-word. It is quite precise in meaning, shock value, and when used properly can be quite effective to punctuate a point.

{It's here where I should insert that, yes, I use the f-word. It's not that I don't use it here for fear of offending some readers, although that is part of it. I'm not being 'unauthentic', it's just not how I choose to express myself here, although if it does creep in one shouldn't be shocked. I was taught that yes, there are better ways of expressing yourself than using that kind of language, especially when it is written down.}

I have stumbled across blogs that, because of the author's frequent use of "frigging" I could not take seriously. These authors have also decorated their blogs with bible verses, buttons for Christian websites, etc. Now, if you heard me talk, you might or might not deduce that I'm a Christian. Believe me, there is no sure fire way to tell what is in a person's heart. However, it seemed to be clear that the authors wouldn't use the 'real' f-word, ever, but yet still have it peppered all through their posts.

Really, do you think that just because you didn't use that word, that it wasn't implied? Really? Do you think that when you use 'friggin' you're not actually cussing because it's not the 'real' f-word?

Come on. Do you really think I'm a fool? Or do you just not care?

There are, obviously, bloggers that use the f-word with reckless abandon. Whether it's 'organic' and really how they talk, or their online persona, or something else, it really doesn't bother me. But don't fool yourself into thinking that you're being polite by using a softer, gentler version of the original.

A wolf is a wolf, even if it's in sheep's clothing.

Headless Mom