Ok, two.

Remember how I told you a few weeks back that I only had one vice? That is until my 3 year old reminded me yesterday of that lingering 2nd one-the one that is so second nature to me, I rarely know that I'm doing it. Can anyone take a guess?

I have a tendency to let out a swear word, here and there. And if I get mad, I tend to let out a lot of swear words. I blame my dad for this trait, on a bad day he can orchestrate the smoothest sounding delivery of about 50 swear words within 1 minute. Typically done outside, and most neighbors (let me remind you that we live in a rural area, and the term neighbors is used lightly here) can vaguely hear what's coming out of his mouth as something he's working on either breaks, tips over, and he proceeds to throw something inadvertently. I also have to add though that he can do the same orchestration in a positive light whenever he's telling a story about fishing, hunting, or just something crazy that happened while he worked for the railroad. I'm guessing if everyone knew my dad, they'd probably understand my 'language barrier'.

I'm not that bad, but according to my old co-workers at McNeilus, "you swear like a sailor". Apparently it's acceptable when guys do it, but not for women? So they set up the "Teri Sweary" jar, I was then given a list of "the forbidden" words, and every time I used one-I had to drop a quarter in the jar. It was a good incentive, I think I might have to implement it at home.

Laura is my wild child, and typically when somebody other than I am watching her she will push the boundaries, and see if she can get a rise out of her caregiver. On this particular day it was my mom (who by the way, does not swear on a regular basis). The last time mom watched her she was saying "what the hell is this", or something to that effect w/ the emphasis on "hell". Mom told her Jesus didn't like it when she used words like that, her response "my mom says it". Yeah, I do, it's kind of my slang term I use often. Like what the hell, why doesn't this work; or what the hell, why can't I find this. I have to precursor this next paragraph and remind you that I save the big terms for when I'm really mad.

Well Laura pulled out the big guns yesterday, my only saving grace is that she cannot pronounce her f's. Frequent terms she uses: priend (friend), pour (four), pive, you get the idea. Mom wasn't quite certain what she was saying, but Laura repeated it until she got some recognition which was quite a few times cause mom was hell bent on ignoring this one. . . "why didn't my dad shut the pucken door to my office?"

So not only did she out me with the "f" bomb, but she also outted me in a way that makes it seem like I was talking about Jason in a negative light. Seriously I don't do this often, but it gives new meaning to "out of babes mouths". We all got a laugh out of it, yes even Jason. Guess I need to start working on this vice a little harder, probably even harder than the Diet Dew.