You know what I need? I need a bleep sound. No, not to cover up my swearing, but in place of my swearing. So I downloaded the classic "bleep" sound. And you know what I did? I put it on my handy-dandy phone, which is also a wonderful little mp3 player, and put it in it's own playlist for easy retrieval. So, the next time I'm carrying a plastic bag full of glass jars and the bag breaks and they all fall and roll down a flight of wooden steps to concrete below and I say "$#%*!!", or I open the freezer and frozen fish filets fly out of the freezer and hit me square in the nose (OH I hate getting hit in the face; I HATE it), I need to be able to go: okay wait for it--just a sec-- here we go: "BLEEEEEEEEEP". It does come in different amount of times, just for me. Quarter second, half a second, full second? Whatever I need. And if I'm really mad: "BLEEP! BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!" Maybe, just maybe, I'll laugh instead. Because you know, bleep happens. Like when Jace hit Noah in the back of the head with the rock. I could have used 5 or 6 bleeps. I really could have.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Hi. My name is Mandi. And I am a swearaholic. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm going to lay it all out on the table. I can tell you when this started happening: after Jace was born. Now wait!! Not BECAUSE of Jace, but because I took great pains to get him to nap, to have Jamison come in and wake him 5 minutes later. Severe frustration led to certain 4 letter words, and now I just can't get a handle on it. It is addictive! I can't stop. I sound like a construction worker. Well that's not true. I would never ever say the "F" word. But pretty much everything else. . .
Posted by Mandi@TidbitsfromtheTremaynes at 6:10 AM