Or I suppose I could as well say Happy Mother Effer's Day! Cause if you're the first, by extension you're the second! No denying it boys!
And when I think about it, I've always kind of appreciated that particular bit of profanity. It rolls off the tongue quite nicely, and while I wouldn't say it in front of my mother, or my grandchildren, it's almost acceptable in mixed company....at least the company I keep :)
And it's a very versatile little expression. It's the kind of swearing I find suitable for a mild to mid level of frustration. For things like getting cut off on the highway, or hitting your thumb with a hammer. It's also appropriate as an endearment for close friends or brothers, and certainly for sons! When applied to myself I usually add "stupid" in front of it, cause I'm particularly tough on myself, or particularly fond of myself, as the situation warrants.
And because I'm a Rooyakkers I also qualify as an idiot, and thereby a stupid, mother-fucking, idiot. And since it is Fathers Day I need to explain that while my Dad would never have used words like that to describe me or anyone else, I'm pretty sure he thought it a few times when I was a young man. I forgive you for that Dad. What I can't forgive you for, is brothers Bill and John! Were they absolutely necessary? :) Love you Frits. Sometimes I still miss you.
And I'm pretty sure that the fact that it's Fathers Day has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a bit gloomy today. I'm feeling unexpectedly tired and light headed, and I'm also stressing a little bit about my eyesight. My cataract is getting progressively worse, to the point that my left eye is practically useless. I think the stress comes from being torn between calling the ophthalmologist and the risk that he will say we need to do it now, and leaving well enough alone til September, but then running into complications.
And when I combine the lightheadedness with the eyesight problem, it's quite unsetting. I feel like I'm moving in a fog. Funny thing is, that when I'm working out it doesn't bother me at all. Certainly sunglasses seem to help.
And I guess the tiredness is just one more reminder to go easy. I was considering my long walk/run tomorrow, but maybe another day's rest is called for. I'm excited about our new hot tub coming tomorrow, and I can keep myself busy working on the installation. I'm also very much looking forward to climbing in it, and soothing some of my aching old muscles. Unfortunately it ain't gonna help my eyes. :(
So one last time for this year, Happy Fathers day to my Dad, Roo's Dad, my son, my brothers, my extra brothers, as well as Aurel and John, the fathers of my extra daughters. You're all good fathers, even if you're also a bunch of useless mother-effers!!
...and this is the more colloquial version of my friend Gail's regular reminder to treat each other with love...
“Kindness, motherfucker, kindness.” ---Don Roff
Love
Peter
And when I think about it, I've always kind of appreciated that particular bit of profanity. It rolls off the tongue quite nicely, and while I wouldn't say it in front of my mother, or my grandchildren, it's almost acceptable in mixed company....at least the company I keep :)
And it's a very versatile little expression. It's the kind of swearing I find suitable for a mild to mid level of frustration. For things like getting cut off on the highway, or hitting your thumb with a hammer. It's also appropriate as an endearment for close friends or brothers, and certainly for sons! When applied to myself I usually add "stupid" in front of it, cause I'm particularly tough on myself, or particularly fond of myself, as the situation warrants.
And because I'm a Rooyakkers I also qualify as an idiot, and thereby a stupid, mother-fucking, idiot. And since it is Fathers Day I need to explain that while my Dad would never have used words like that to describe me or anyone else, I'm pretty sure he thought it a few times when I was a young man. I forgive you for that Dad. What I can't forgive you for, is brothers Bill and John! Were they absolutely necessary? :) Love you Frits. Sometimes I still miss you.
And I'm pretty sure that the fact that it's Fathers Day has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a bit gloomy today. I'm feeling unexpectedly tired and light headed, and I'm also stressing a little bit about my eyesight. My cataract is getting progressively worse, to the point that my left eye is practically useless. I think the stress comes from being torn between calling the ophthalmologist and the risk that he will say we need to do it now, and leaving well enough alone til September, but then running into complications.
And when I combine the lightheadedness with the eyesight problem, it's quite unsetting. I feel like I'm moving in a fog. Funny thing is, that when I'm working out it doesn't bother me at all. Certainly sunglasses seem to help.
And I guess the tiredness is just one more reminder to go easy. I was considering my long walk/run tomorrow, but maybe another day's rest is called for. I'm excited about our new hot tub coming tomorrow, and I can keep myself busy working on the installation. I'm also very much looking forward to climbing in it, and soothing some of my aching old muscles. Unfortunately it ain't gonna help my eyes. :(
So one last time for this year, Happy Fathers day to my Dad, Roo's Dad, my son, my brothers, my extra brothers, as well as Aurel and John, the fathers of my extra daughters. You're all good fathers, even if you're also a bunch of useless mother-effers!!
...and this is the more colloquial version of my friend Gail's regular reminder to treat each other with love...
“Kindness, motherfucker, kindness.” ---Don Roff
Love
Peter
What Elly said. I keep repeating herself.
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