Today’s post is inspired by this post at It’s Almost Naptime! I have to say, I love It’s Almost Naptime! One of the biggest draws for me is Missy’s refreshing honesty. Her passion is as intense as her honesty and humour, and she’s no-holds-barred when it comes to the ups and downs of parenting, international adoption, and the Christian life. I may not always agree with her, but I admire her all the same and we’d all end up sad and lonely if we thought we had to always agree with everyone.
Moving on… when I am fed up, or frustrated, I have a favourite word. It’s a good, old fashioned, hearty English word, full-bodied and vehement. Its sounds are slick and satisfying. I take satisfaction in the thought that I’m keeping the language and customs of my country alive. A hale and hearty “bollocks” is often a good release for frustration, although, if children are present, it also works pretty well when muttered sotto voce (that’s fancy-pants for saying it under your breath). I genuinely don’t use swear words very often. I like to save them for occasions when I need them. Hitting-my-thumb-with-a-hammer words are best used when you’ve just hit said thumb with said instrument, or a similar occasion. Using them constantly and without thought is just vulgar.
So in honour of the fine English tradition of using this lusty word (lusty as in ‘robust’ – nothing sexual), I wrote the following:
Life is bollocks,