The Cure of Cursing

I thought I'd start this blog with why I named it what I did.  You see, I have recently started to realize the power of a good curse.  Not to say that I'm not familiar with cursing.  Quite the opposite.  When I was 5 and I dumped my bucket of potatoes on the ground instead of in the cart, "Shit" came out of my mouth.  I never looked back.  However as you get older, you realize that you just can't start throwing the word fuck everywhere.  It's not appropriate.  But I found my haven when I started working in the grown up world.  In the grown up world, people swear all the time.  What a revelation! During my work day, which consisted of me, 5 other guys, a dark room and a bunch of tv's (no, it wasn't porn) the swear words ran like water.  And I learned some creative ways to string some curses together.  My favourite always being something to do with a duck and Jesus.  Don't ask why.  I didn't realize at the time how stress relieving it was to just go off on a tangent like that.  It didn't hurt anyone, and the people in the room had heard a whole lot worse. Then... enter children.  Suddenly you are surrounded by short people and once again swearing is not appropriate.  So you make up new ones... like "pickle" "rats" "dang" "mother chucker".  All of which work in a pinch, but somehow still don't give the good ol' release of a true swear.  I just didn't realize that I still needed that release.  But I'm learning.  Like many parents, I've become a closet swearer.  Doing it under my breath doesn't have the same effect that screaming it would, but it does seem to be better than "pickle".  So once again I've started to embrace the swear word. When your kid drops a full glass of milk on the floor you just washed it's nice to have some kind of release.  I'm not saying I drop the "F" Bomb at the drop of the hat.  But to allow myself the privilege of letting go and saying it under my breath (or in the pantry closet) does have it's medicinal purpose's.  So my theory is, go ahead as long as there are no short people around.  Recently I have since moved on to Mother Fucker as my prefered curse du jour.  Mostly, I enjoy how it rolls off the tongue.  It makes me feel tough like a biker chick that no one wants to mess with, yet is strangely attractive in a certain light.  And sometimes when one curse word isn't enough, two is better.