This is a sculpture Kurt did for an art exhibit.
The theme was art made from bowling pins.
We are in the woods the other day. The kids are riding their bikes, Kurt and I are walking. We like this trail because there are a lot of dogs and a dog water area and my kids REALLY want a dog. There were people walking in front of us with a dog on a leash then another guy comes toward them. His dog is not leashed. Well, this guys dog attacks the other dog. The woman whose dog was being attacked started to scream. When I say scream I mean obscenities were flying. Obviously I can understand why she was upset but for what seemed like an eternity all I heard was:
"Why isn't your fucking dog not on a fucking leash! What the fuck! Get your fucking dog fucking out of here!!!!"
I thing fuck was used about 30 times along with blood curdling screams.
The guy got his dog off the other dog and no one was injured.
My kids were about 10 feet in front of this and we were about 10 feet behind.
My son being the master of the obvious says
"Dad, did you here that?"
At least this made the woman laugh and calm down a bit.
I am not against swearing. God knows I do it myself. Growing up my dad could string a line of obscenities that could make your hair curl. I had no control over that and I am starting to realize how little control I have over my own kids hearing these words.
I have neighbors who fight so loud we hear
"I take care of the fucking kid, the fucking house, the fucking dog, fuck you!"
I catch myself running around shutting windows.
I have a neighbor across the street who has gotten drunk at the bar up the street and walks by my house screaming obscenities
My son was down the playground the other day with a friend and when he came home I asked who was down there he said:
"Just some teenagers."
I asked them what were they doing he tells me:
"Hanging around swearing"
When my daughter asked why they were doing that he tells her thats what teenagers do.
I notice around here that IS what teenagers do and alot of other people.
Like I said I am not perfect either. When my son was about five we went to visit my mother-in-law. She is a good catholic who has raised TWELVE children. Really TWELVE. My son was upstairs and clear as a bell he yells
JESUS CHRIST!
The whole house stopped. He never said that before and he has never said it again.
I wonder when the F-Bomb is going to drop
3 comments:
Jack was four. I said, "Wow, it sure is hot today." And he replied, "Yeah. Fucking hot."
Annie, too, was four. We were washing her hands, and I said, "Oops, ANnie. You forgot todry your hands." And she said with a little smile, "oh, fuck." Which then lead to a week of, "mom,fuck is a bad word, right? We don't say fuck. Because fuck is bad. Right? Fuck is a bad word, mom, right?"
I have no fucking idea where these kids got this word from.....
I'm not a big swearer but do love an occasional fuck (the word)every now and then. I can still remember my own mother who NEVER cursed calling a friend of hers who had "stolen" our cleaning lady a BITCH. I was about sixteen and thought the world had stopped. I guess the real power in those words is when they're used infrequently which is certainly not the case anymore!!!
hey..is that a penis chicken made out of bowling pins?
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