In several regards the shit is gonna hit the fan today in one way or another. So before the phone starts ringing, here is my 'good thing' (that I'm forcing myself to find) for today! I'm chipper, see!?
Oh and by the way 'shit-storm', 'shit-slam', 'cluster fuck'? All great! You guys are awesome. Obviously, I love all my friends, family and blog buddies and want you all to be ecstatically happy in life...but if you have to be struggling at the moment, like I am...then let's all struggle together and talk about the cluster fuck that is our lives right now.
The dogs are doing quite well. Smeagol has suffered for two years now from almost constant eye, ear or skin infections, but she hasn't had one in months (except an eye infection that is almost constant, but Waffles has that too and so do I, I think we pass it back and forth despite my hyper-vigilant hand washing). Wiffy wants to play with Smee ALL THE TIME. At first, she hated that, but now she seems to quite enjoy it. Sometimes she has to run to me all panting and panicking because her flat nose and practically non-existent sinuses cause her to gasp for breath if she gets too hyper, but mostly they have tons of fun playing. Their favorite games are 'tug-of-war', 'chase each others tails', 'sniff-a-butt' (or sometimes sniff-a-hoo-ha or sniff-a-winky) and sadly 'hump my sister until Mama smacks me and gags at the total grossness of it'.
Since Smee is infection free and now has a brother who gets her moving, she has lost a bit of weight so we have taken her off fat lady food. And since Waffles is now almost six months old, we have taken him off puppy food. We have put them both on Beneful Healthy Radiance and indeed they both literally glow with good health. Their coats and eyes are shiny, their noses are damp, their paws and butts are clean. They look beautiful. Now if only they would behave beautifully!
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puppy love, how sweet. I used to love cluster-fuck, but my f-word usage is significantly lower lately, since I don't want Bubba saying it. And I get yelled at at work for cussing too much, but if I can't cuss at work, where the hell am I supposed to cuss?
The dogs getting along so well would make me happy, too. I hope things look up for all of us soon.
It's at work I've had to super-censor myself since 2 of the 4 people who work here are SUPER Christians (one just got back from a "Women in Faith" conference, the other's entire social life is connected with the church). Very nice people, but not the types I can say "cluster fuck" around. They seem scandalized when I use the word "crap" (which is already me self-censoring!). *sigh*
I don't think that to be a good Christian I need to censor everything to everybody. I was really, really mad at God yesterday and I'm pretty sure that I used the F word when I was praying...I'm not saying God was thrilled with that. But I don't think he was scandalized or that he disowned me.
I wasn't even allowed to say 'heck' or 'darn' as a kid and I got in super trouble one time for saying something was 'bloody' awful...so I hear you too on having to censor. Around my family its censor-arama.
Beachgal, you can cuss here as much as you want!
Bwaaaaahahahahahhaaa....I got in trouble by telling my sister to SHUT UP when I was a kid. ("SHUT UP" was for animals, apparently, not people.)
I do try not to drop F-bombs *quite* as much as I used to...Boy doesn't swear at all unless pushed to the very outer edges of his limits. Like, not even a "holy shit!" now and then. I used to swear in Pennsylvania Dutch until he started figuring out what I was saying....
Pennsylvania Dutch. Who -are- you, the girl? I'm completely intrigued with finding out more about you and your blogger profile is NOT helpful! ;)
I thought Pennsylvania Dutch was restricted to cute chatzkie {sic} stuff you can buy in tourist shops. "Look at this Pennsylvania Dutch oven mitt!"
Oh sister, try living that kitsch for 19 years.
I think I worked at the same place as J.C. I had a super christian coworker who told me to stop saying Jesus Christ, God dammit etc. I happily complied since, to me, they were just meaningless synonyms for any cuss. HOWEVER, when she asked me to stop dropping the F Bomb the next week I flatly refused. As far as i was concerned I gave her Jesus, I needed Fuck.
Hahah, Amen!
"As far as i was concerned I gave her Jesus, I needed Fuck."
That's my new favourite phrase ever.
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