Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Giving up the !@$%*&! cussing

Lent starts today.   And Our Friend June asked us, her faithful devotees, what we were giving up for Lent.

Now, I actually don't observe Lent because well, I'm not of the Christian persuasion and no, I don't want to be persuaded thankyouverymuch, but I think there's nothing wrong with playing along and denying oneself something with the intent to better oneself.

So I had to think of what I would give up during this 40 day period and it had to be something other than fast food, alcohol and my Daily Diet Coke because no.  Ain't going there.  So I thought of a bad habit of mine and BINGO!  And no, I'm not giving up playing Bingo because I don't play Bingo.  Except when I went on the Canadian Cruise.  And I didn't win a single game. Stinkers.

Anyhoo, a little backstory:  Several years ago, I noticed that one of my good friends, who I spent a lot of time with, was dropping F-bombs left and right.  She'd be reading a gossip mag and say things such as, "I can't effing believe this effing crap (she used the "S word") so-and-so is effing doing!  Eff me!"  And I kind of picked up the habit of swearing like a cockney although without the cockney accent.  And the colloquialisms.  But it got to the point where I didn't notice how bad it had gotten until someone pointed it out to me.

And let me tell you, it's awfully hard to stop cussing when you're not even aware you're doing it.

So that's what I'm giving up for the Lent.  Cussing like a cockney.  Which means I can't say stuff like, "Bloody hell!" and "Cheeky Bastard!" which is okay because I didn't say stuff like that anyway but I also won't be using terms such as "Son of a B****!" and the crude term for feces and the F word and everything else I've been using on a regular basis.

It's not going to be easy but with the love and support of my friends and family, I'm sure I can get through the next 40 days without blowing a gasket because honestly, sometimes saying something like, "Oh, poopy!" just doesn't have the same effect or satisfaction as blurting out, "MotherF***!"

But I'll do my best.

Pray for me.


  1. Try poppycock, balderdash, dag-nabbit, Lawzy, Oh raspberries!, dill hole, dickweed, okay maybe not dickweed.

    But yeah, there are plenty of ways to get your cussing on in a fairly G rated fashion!

  2. Darling girl....
    You are not alone. I realize that I have fallen into the same abominable habit and that, actually, the more I utter those used-to-be
    satisfying dirty words, the less satisfying they become. So I am joining you in your grand endeavor......but.....WTF......when is the end of Lent?

  3. If you're like me, the worst occurs alone in the car. The good thing about that is there's no one else around to know you flipped your lid...well, depending on the volume, the guy that cut you off might hear you. Good luck!