Thursday, December 4, 2008

What Did You Say???


I’m not a happy girl. Well, I am, just because I pretty much try to stay that way.

But here’s the dealio – I’m at home in Midland, flew home tonight, and ThatManILove is STILL in Pennsylvania. Our best laid plans went astray. I did get to spend some good time with him, on location, doing work, but still, we were together, had fun, sang songs going down the road (and we sound great together, if I do say so myself.)

We will meet Friday morning in Fort Worth, and be together for Christmas parties all weekend in the Metroplex, and then…he goes back to the PA. Vodka Mom, I may need to wedge him into your family for a week or so – he’s getting pretty homesick.

Anyway, here’s a story. May be a little offensive, but just love me through it and build a bridge, okay? I was a cool 38 years old when I came into relationship with the Lord, and he’s still doing a work on me. When I get stressed, or scared, sometimes my mouth overloads my a$$, and that’s a lot. Not that it happens a lot, just that I have a lot of a$$. Just sayin’. But anyway, back to my mouth - when I’m under stress, and something happens, I can curse with the rest of them. It’s like a switch turns on, and I go for a second, then, BAM! I’m back to being sweet, sweet, sweet. (And for those of you that have seen my head rotating and green bile projectiling out my pie-hole, please don’t pick now to throw your two cents worth in. I’m telling this story. Do you hear me? Good. Because all the rest of the readers think I am an angel.)

This morning, we got up early, repacked everything, took the laundry down to the hotel front desk to send it out, and walked out to go to the airport. It was COLD. Seriously COLD. And dumb me, grabbed my coat, had it over my shoulder, not wanting to take it back to Texas, because I knew it would be knocking 80 when I got home, temperature-wise. Hands full of luggage, camera, stuff, and couldn’t put that coat on. And ThatManILove is taking his sweet time unlocking the truck. Did I tell you it was COLD? Like in the 20's. Freezing.

Janie: Sh!t. D@mn! H3ll! Pi$$! (and I thought I said it under my breath.) It’s cold as a witch’s you know what out here!

ThatManILove: Honey. Think you might interject a few more expletives into that sentence?

Janie: Ummmm. Dang. I didn’t even realize I said anything. (Liar, liar, pants on fire!)

ThatManILove: Well, that was pretty entertaining. I just wondered.

Janie: Well, I could have added that phrase I read on somebody’s blog lately.

ThatManILove: What was that?

Janie: It was “fluck, fluck, fluckity-fluck.”

ThatManILove: Whaaaaaaaaaat?

We both cracked up, and headed to the airport. Ees a berry goot ting he lubs me.

Speaking of love, my Brother Scott has a new design featuring a pix of he and my nephew, as well as a cute post of the WonderGrandGirl...go tell him hi!


Ann's Rants said...

I love cursing and miss it dearly, as I must set an example of decency now as a PARENT. Thank you for following my blog. I really appreciate the bloggybuddysupport.

Sabrae said...

So glad that half the blog world isn't in my home if they are that put off by cursing... lol becuz its a daily ritual most times when I can't find something or my house is a mess becuz while I'm searching or cleaning that is all that comes out .....s**t f**k and d**mn.... lol

Sunny said...

well, we all need to swear sometimes :)

Vodka Mom said...

I can't believe he's still here! SO sad....

I laughed my ass off at the fluckity fluckity fluck!!

(We will SO take care of him....)


Tricia said...

I think I love you just a little bit more now.

I'm cold, too. Makes me wanna swear like a sailor. But like Ann said...the whole 'parent' thing.

Welcome home!

Soxy Deb said...

Even with those expletives your still a better Angel then I.
To the "parents" in the room - don't lose the ability cause eventually the kids move out and you can pick it right back up again. Silver linings right?

Comedy Goddess said...

Try spelling out loud your swear words instead of saying them. It keeps your mind sharp.

Annie said...

I admit to being both a Christan and having a foul mouth at times.

Sad, but true.

Lone Chatelaine said...

I'm always mouthing off too, Janie. My brothers taught me how to curse. My Mom used to get so mad at them when I was three years old and she'd hit the brakes in the car, and I would say, "Sh*t, mommy, sh*t!"

Sometimes it's the only way to handle getting mad and then getting over it. You just have to curse your way past it. My NoStar has been quite enlightened with my cursing since he's been visiting me.

Amy@Bitchin'WivesClub said...

Cursing warms the soul! My husband and I curse creatively and then howl with laughter all the time. It is a contest to see how low we can go at this point. I think Fluckity Fluckity FLUCK ought to get a pretty good laugh so I'm going to stash it in my pocket for later use, if you don't mind! ;) (Maybe you need some flucking arm warmers to get you through the temp. change from PA to TX?)

Bleu said...

It's something we all do ... try not to in public or in front of the chillldrens, but what can we say ... The Devil made me do it ... lol

Janie said...

Ann- I know. My kids are grown, but, yeah.

Sabrae - girl, I know. I think I used to say it for shock culture, and Seriously ingrained. ;)

Sunny - what the HELL are you talking about??;)

VodkaMom - he's coming to Dallas tonight, but will be back in PA on Sunday night. I'd love for him to meet your hubby, if y'all can arrange it! ...(heifer!)

Tricia - I'm glad. I need all the love I can get!;)

SoxyDeb - thanks for your unwavering support!

ComedyGoddess - if I spell them from right to left, will my mind age more slowly?

Annie - I'm with ya, girlfriend.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Darn it all, I do the same thing, a mild mannered granny type, then that bone chilling cold sets me right off. Funny thing I live in I get set off on a regular basis..fluck..a great word! Can't wait to use it! :)

Vodka Mom said...

Bob is excited and can't wait to get together. How about WHENEVER?? Call me ....heifer......

Janie said...

Chatelaine - I think I was BORN knowing how to curse. Of course, Mom would roll over in her grave if she read this.

Amy - Don't ya think? "Cursing warms the soul." That's funny! And you are hereby given permission to use anything from this - especially the fluckity fluckity fluck because I plagiarizes it from another blogger anyway. Widens the culpability, as it were. ;)

Bleu - surely not you, too!;)

Far Side of Fifty - you are too funny!

VodkaMom - I will call you en route to la casa to change for tonight's partays!!! (Which I will be attending solo.....ssssobbbb!)

In_spired said...

So. Enter Janie's Confession Booth!


Might as well go ahead and say them...*He* knows they're there anyway!

Valerie said...

Gosh I know what you mean. I am also a work in progress. I have been good at watching my mouth with my grandbaby. But girl, during a football game I turn in to the most foul mouth sailor you have ever heard. Also when I get mad, watch out! Then I feel bad. My hubby saids "What the hell, they're just words!" lol

I wanted to thank you for being my first follower!! I just put it up yesterday but didn't think anyone would click it. lol

Have a great night with the ThatManYouLove!

Stu Pidasso said...

As much as I have the mouth of a sailor, I try my best to curtail it. When my mind gets bent on my kids and their departure from my house and home (or a similar situation), the "fluck fluck fluckity fluck" just pours out of me in a fit of depression (not so much an anger thing, that involves the duck - a whole other story). I first used it while reading about Matt, the widower, with the infant daughter who reminds him daily of his missing wife. AWWW FLUCK, now look what I've gone and done. I feel a bad drunk coming on tonight. Say a prayer for me, please.

KsCowboy said...


Zen Ventures said...

HA! so creative eh! That was really funny!

Janie said...

In_Spired - no WAY! Okay, you're making me feel almost normal. And you're right, HE knows our hearts better than we do!

Valerie - I'm proud to be your first follower.

Stu - I prayed for you, and am keeping on doing so. You're a great dad, and you're doing the right thing by seeing your kiddos regularly. You rock. And so does Matt Logelin.

KsCowboy - I am sorry you're shocked, but not surprised. I really try to be good. Hope you can forgive me!

Zen - thanks so much! Glad you like it!

Gretchen said...

Sorry you're still apart. :(

I think we all have those moments when nothing but a four-letter word fits the situation. :)

Amy@Bitchin'WivesClub said...

I'm back.... to let you know that I passed along a blog award. Come on over to the Bitchin' Wives Club to collect your goody!

Braja said...

Hey Janie...we're loved by the same people: Amy the Bitchin'est wife, and of course Ann's Rants because whoever Amy loves, Ann loves, and ... ok, enough of that...anyway you were already my blog buddy and thank you for that. Love your blog. And as for your swearing....

I'm exactly the same. I can make a sailor on shore leave blush with my cursing. It's an anomaly of my character that my husband cannot adjust to. He's Danish, and apparently the Europeans don't swear as much. Or they swear more artfully. I keep telling him it's an Aussie thing, and it doesn't mean jackshit :) Oops.

I can swear the legs off a table just because my phone is ringing at the wrong time. OK I got slipped a caffeinated coffee this morning instead of a decaf, so I should stop now...

The Doozie said...

I get severely scolded by Walter if I curse. He doesn't like it, i'm assuming because I'm such a sweet demure person that it is very incongruent with my facade?

Braja said...

Janie you make me write ridiculous responses to your comments on my blog. I love you.

Janie said...

Gretchen - its all good. He's coming home this week!

Amy - you are soooooo sweet!

Braja - funny girl! I think I'll start telling everyone I'm Aussie. Think I'll get away with it?

Doozie - yeah, that's probably it. He doesn't want you to curse, but you can stab? Whassupwitdat?

Braja - I'm here to inspire.;)