As a somewhat unorthodox Mormon woman, I can fully and wholeheartedly admit without shame or guilt that I was raised by at least one pirate and one of the things that he passed onto me was an ability to let loose when occasion arises.
I am not afraid to admit this, because I am truly, utterly and hopelessly flawed, but I'm stitched together with good intentions. And to be honest, sometimes, there's just no other word.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not about gratuitous swearing, or cussing just to say words "you shouldn't say" but every once in a while, like when you drop something on your foot, or fall off a horse, or get fired, or the zombies start their attack, a nice, juicy, ripe swear word seems appropriate.
I know that there will be many of you who COMPLETELY disagree.You may think that I'm a "bad example", "rude", "crass"--whatever, and that's o.k--because one of the other gifts my goodly parents gave me was to not really give a flying fart in space what other people think of me. Because it takes all kinds to make this world we live in a joyous complexity of crazy, which is just another phrase for, "being human."
Take my father-in-law, for example: Just a few nights ago he told me that anyone who works on commission is a "whore of the earth".
My own dad worked on commission his whole damn life. But I didn't mind a bit when my father-in-law said that, because I say CRAZY stuff ALL the time.
Take last week for instance:
It has been recently brought to my attention that Mountain Man doesn't like soup.
What a freak.
Who doesn't like soup???
After 15 years of marriage and countless soups, NOW he tells me.
Instead of saying, "Oh, that's o.k. we won't eat soup anymore" I said, "If you don't like soup, then you don't like fall. And if you don't like fall, then you don't like winter. If you don't like winter, then you CLEARLY hate Santa, and if you hate Santa, then you hate the Easter Bunny, and if you hate the Easter Bunny then you don't like Jesus."
Really. That's the kind of crazy I spew out.
So Pops, don't call me--I'm not offended in the least (and I just wrote the word "damn" on my blog and pointed out to your son that not liking soup apparently has serious spiritual ramifications.) I also just threw you under the bus on an open blogging forum...I should probably call you to apologize, but your grandson ran down the battery on my phone playing Angry Birds...so don't wait up. Also, there may be a seed of truth in that phrase...and I can say that because I work on commission too.
I also judge people, yell at stupid drivers, and write mean emails that I never send. I also JUST flipped my husband off. Our daughter was in the other room and I could hear her laughing. Mountain Man said "She just flipped me off so loud you could hear it, huh?"
Now don't get me wrong: I believe in doing my best--I really do. And sometimes my "best" is that I didn't lift my fist to someone's face. So if dropping a couple choice words takes the place of throwing an anvil at someone, then I choose the lesser offense.
I've never been one to paste on a smile and pretend that everything's o.k.
To put it simply: I am what I am, wherever I am.
I am like a rough stone in a river, getting tossed and turned by the rapids. As I get thrown about in this life from time to time I scream out, "This @!#&*@ hurts like hell!!"
I am beautifully imperfect.
|a beautifully imperfect day...|
How are you beautifully imperfect?