Would someone please tell me October 31, 2007

To STOP eating all of SAS’s candy?

Truly, the BEST holiday. EVER.

Can’t they all be like this?

I may have found a holiday that doesn’t make me wretch, stress or break out in hives.   
SAS and I had an absolute blast getting her Halloween costume ready for daycare today.          
I even decorated the house without having our traditional holiday conversation:   

Me: I don’t want a tree.
J: It’s Xmas, we have too.
Me: I don’t care. I hate Xmas.
J: No, you don’t.
Me: Yes, I do.
J: No presents for you.
Me: Good.  I don’t want your stinking presents………….
(Use your imagination and substitute Xmas for thanksgiving or valentine’s day…..)

FSD (FuckShitDamn) October 18, 2007

There are parts of this site missing. Apologies….I’ll get on it one day. Soon?  Don’t count on it.

They Grow Up So Fast a.k.a. My Daughter, The Trucker

She has Josh’s eyes. She has the Feeney build. She has my nose. And f$#k, she has my mouth. Those cute little lips and all of those dirty, dirty words.

I refuse to take complete responsibility.  I mean, REALLY. I can only possibly be 98% responsible for the sh1t that comes out of her mouth. Agreed?

I know I shouldn’t make light of this. Strangely,  I take great pride in that fact that SAS expresses herself in this manner correctly. If she has to swear, she should at least make sense.

I can remember a time where my own mother had difficulties in this area, problems expressing herself effectively.   I recall being told to ’screw an apple’ (I think she meant ‘Carolyn, go fuck yourself!’)  and repeatedly saw her give drivers that cut her off ‘the thumb’. She thumbed them with passion and anger, but in the end, it was still a thumb.  I was mortified.  I hope she was too.

Now, Josh and I don’t exactly agree on the swearing issue, something about getting her expelled and working at Hooters (but who are we kidding with the Feeney build) so I’m researching swearing in other languages.  It’s all about compromise.

So from now on, it’s bugger, sod off and wanker. And maybe I’ll throw in a Tabernac for good measure