Ah, it's that time of year again where after gorging ourselves on holiday faire straight through the 15th of February we then deny ourselves something....something GOOD for 40 days. Till Easter, when we can again gorge ourselves on holiday faire (Cadbury Cream Eggs anyone?).
Last year I gave up cheese. Dude. That was rough. I am a vegetarian and mama eats a LOT of cheese. Swiss cheese in particular. I crave it! There is nothing like a swiss cheese, tomato, avacado, and sprout sandwich on light rye with some spicy mustard.
Delish.
I hadn't given giving up cheese much thought, and it came back to bite me in the bum. As I was about to partake of a bagel and cream cheese, it hit me! Cream Cheese is cheese. Or is there some sort of magical cream cheese loophole? Alas, no. No cream cheese for me. No pizza. No grilled cheese to go with my soup. No cheese. Sigh.
Today as I was doing my eyebrows before I hit the gym (what? like you don't make up before you hit the gym?) I thought that perhaps this year I should give up Vanity for Lent. Then I remembered that I live in hoodies and yoga pants and thought to myself perhaps I should give up Sloth and move a bit more towards Vanity. I am totally painting my nails once I'm done with this post. Start small people.
Max's language is coming along at a crazy pace. Just the other day he busted out with cupcake. Ok, so it's more like keek-keek but he and I both knew exactly what he wanted. I figure it's a hop, skip, and a jump from keek-keek to a word that sounds a bit like 'ducker'.
So for Lent this year I am giving up cursing. This might be harder than cheese. I already messed up once. Shame on me.
I've got a sailor's mouth. Always have. No idea why or where it came from as my mother does not like that language at all, and of all my friends only WWJD had a mouth like me. And seeing as how Godson Ben is 4 now (how on earth did that happen? The time, it flies.) she's far ahead of me on curbing the curses. I just don't want my sweet faced little boy whilst strapped his car seat spouting off with some string of expletives and honestly, if I don't take the proverbial bull by the horns my kid will be ready for a Tarantino flick before he's two.
So away I go...once more into the breach. Armed with only 'shut the front door!' and 'holy buckets!' (Do you think I can carry that last one off? My friend Katie says it and it's a.dor.able. when she does it. I feel ridiculous.) Ah well. I'm keeping blast and bugger and also damn. Because if cjane can say damn I can too. I mean she's a good Mormon for the love of Ray J!
Wish me luck kids. I'm going to need it!
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"Holy buckets!"? I love that! I must try to work it into my every day conversation.
Swiss cheese is my very favorite also. I have no idea how you got all the way to Easter without it!
PS. Cadbury Creme Eggs are officially in stores. I just saw some earlier when I was at the grocery.
I also say "What the Hello Kitty" a lot.
I'm a work in progress.
I can't possibly be the Katie you mean because there is nothing adorable about me, but I fully support your Lenten sacrifice! I remember in college one year, I gave up chocolate, and I was doing SO WELL until one morning in my early class, I picked up a chocolate doughnut without even thinking. Then halfway through the doughnut, I realized what I had done and shouted, "Oh NO!"
Anyway, I've been getting a lot of mileage out of "son of a gun" lately. A friend of mine uses "schnockers." And you can always go all Battlestar and say "frak."
About 1/2 my Mormon friends give things up for Lent. I'm always saying, "Don't we give up plenty just being Mormon? We don't have to do Lent."
That said, I should stop using the damn word myself. But for longer than a month.
Earlier today I was considering what I would give up for Lent if I so choose to - I attend a Baptist church now so I'm not really Episcopalian anymore but I think the diet Catholic guilt is getting to me. In the recent past I've given up potatoes (just as hard as cheese!), wine (let me tell you how drunk I got that Easter) and Starbucks. Anyway, I decided that cursing would be my thing this year also - that is until I let an F bomb drop in my bosses office a few minutes ago...
I think one of my new faves for the next 40 days is going to be 'Why the face?' a la Modern Family. And I think I'll have to work in 'Holy Buckets' at least once. :)
Ahhh yes, I have had to curb my language. I use to be all F this and that. Now?
It's Fudge, sugar and spice, and Mother may I.
:D It's had and a bit silly to hear my 6 year old say mother may I at times but thankfully it's that and not the alternative.
Ha! Holy Buckets!!! -Love it!
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