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Dropping Bombs Like Bockscar
February 12, 2009
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My kindergarten teacher! I never thought about her reading my blog. I swear a lot.
Wait, only you and about eleven other people read my blog. She’s probably not one of them.
Congrats on the linky action.
Congrats on making the Sentinel, Sarah!
Don’t hide the profanity, it’s what we like about you.
It’s funny you post this today, I Got a phone call saying my 6 y/o dropped the f-bomb! ouch!
When I was a teenager, I babysat. One day was particularly awful. So there I was, all of 16 years old, someone else’s munchkins in tow, and I just screamed a line of profanity. GOD DAMNIT FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK.
And wouldn’t you know it, I ran into my 2nd grade teacher a few days later and SHE HAD BEEN THERE. I apologized, of course, and it occurred to me later that she thought I had my first kid at age 12.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who does stuff like that. Kind of. To some extent.
My preacher has my blog url, so I watch with the F*ckity f*ck as well. There’s no shame in being a closet potty-mouth, right?
I’m the same way. For some reason in print it always seems worse. I attribute it to the fact that in person I’m not the best about thinking before I speak (which brings lots of problems other than offending people with my language). But in print, I’m forced to think. I suppose that’s a good thing.
Congrats on your link…lol
You’ve got a great blog here! glad to spread the (f) word for you. haha
trust me, I hurled a few of those bombs around today, too.
Kim
My parents always told me that if I didn’t want something to bite me in the ass, I should never write it down. Guess that’s why I don’t have a blog, yet. Fucking parents.
Yooooo!!
Seeeee!!
Efffff!!
That is so fucking cool that the Slantinel linked to you. Of all the papers in all the world…
I’ve become more of a creative cusser since parenthood. Lots of things come out of my mouth in this general vein:
Mother of pearl!
For the love of Pete!
Booger.
Frick
Love of lords!
What in the bloomin blue blazes?
I still swear. I swear quite a bit in random conversation around my friends. I’ve somehow managed to put a filter on my mouth around my girls, so that even when I do swear, it’s muttered. I don’t know how I’ve managed this – I thought for sure *they’d* be sailor-swearing by now, thanks to my influence.
I do some swearing on my blog, but it’s always a more judicious application than what I do in person.
Sentinel? f…
freakin’ amazing. Nice!
I love your blog except for all the foul language and dirty-minded content. Perhaps you could just run more stories about long-lost puppies finding their way home, as well as pictures of rainbows and unicorns. Then the whole family could enjoy it!
You read my blog.
I swear a LOT.
That is why no one in real life knows about it.
No one.
Sarah and Maya Angelou together again.
You deserve it baby!
My kids regularly tell me that I shouldn’t say the words I say because they’re bad words. And I dropped the F-bomb while standing IN the three-year-old class at the preschool the other day (with kids all around me). I am a fucking disaster on legs.
Of course it was! I also spend my days keeping my mouth in check, but when the kids aren’t here…not so much.
Dang. Now you are getting more famous and pretty soon you will spit on us lesser mortals. Wait, was that spittle that just landed right on me? Whuuuuuuuuuuut???
Oh, congratulations. Bitch.
My youngest ratted me out even though he swore he’d tell no one about my f bomb dropping two days ago. At least he lasted two days.