This was for sale at the gift shop - while I control my mouth there, I feel like the person in charge of stocking the shop ordered it just for me, LOL.
I confess, I am a cusser. I swear. I have a potty mouth and can let loose with a string of expletives like no one's business. I'd like to blame this on growing up in a sailing club - you've all heard the expression "swear like a sailor" - except that honestly, back then? I rarely heard a cuss word from the adults except for the occasional "sh*t" that was usually the result of one of the dads hurting himself while loading a boat at the end of a long day. Of course, us kids would whisper-swear because we weren't allowed to say those words out loud...that was our version of being bad, little rebels that we were.
Yep, pretty accurate.
Cut to adulthood, and cussing entered my vocabulary on a regular basis. Then I became a mother and had to work at not swearing so much (out loud, anyway). That worked for a while, although I will say it was pretty funny the first time my three-year-old said "dammit" in an appropriate manner. I was both proud that he knew when to use that word, and also embarrassed. But mostly proud. Judge all you want, I don't care. He grew up to be a successful member of society, so no damage was done. Still, I try to watch how I'm speaking around children. And I'll be honest, I shouldn't be driving with them in the car if we really don't want them to hear any cussing. That may have been where my children learned the majority of swear words while they were growing up. OK, it was. You should hear them drive now - they learned from the best.
From the movie Step-Brothers, starring my future second husband, Will Ferrell.
Friendships have formed over swearing. For example, take Julia, who I met when we both joined USAFit back in 2010. I knew she was a teacher and thought she was a nice person, so I was always on my best behavior with her - as I am with anyone I don't know well. But one morning we happened to be doing a long run together, and it was hot and humid and just plain hard, as are a lot of runs when you hit double digits in miles. We'd been chatting and then had fallen silent, each just trying to make it through, when suddenly she let out a string of cussing that nearly made me fall down, I was laughing so hard. And that's when I knew we would be great friends. For the record, she IS a very nice person; she just knows how and when to cuss, too.
Pretty much everyone in our Renegade Run Club can cuss like a sailor, should the moment arise. I'm not saying you have to swear to be in our group, but we went back and forth about asking Diane to join us, because she is such a nice person - really, the nicest - and we worried that we'd be too much for her. Turns out, we needn't have worried...even Diane can let loose with the cussing. Of course, it's like watching a sweet little kitten cuss, but even the sweetest little kitten can be crossed one too many times and venting needs to happen. And we love her for it.
Although I use swear words on a daily basis, I rarely use them here, because for me, they work in the moment - which is to say, if I've texted with you, then you've most likely received a @#$%^&*! in a text from me. My blog posts are written ahead of time, proofread several times, and scheduled for posting, which gives me plenty of opportunities to choose other ways to express myself, should I be experiencing cussing moments that I want to share.
However, that doesn't mean that come 5:02 am on any given Monday, Wednesday, or Friday morning, Paco isn't hearing a @#$%^&*! when I read a newly-published post and see that I've missed a typo. Luckily, he can't repeat it...although much like when my three-year-old did it, I'd probably laugh if Paco could swear.