Andrea Zuill’s Blog

Since my birth I have lived in a varity of homes.  Here is a list of my homes, in order from earliest to current, that I have lived in :  1950’s tract house (childhood home), 1970’s era apartment (first married), 1940’s mobile home (located within a trashy trailer park), early 1980’s Condo (mediterranean style),  and finally a low-end  white stucco ranch style house.

The dream of having a home has been a obsession for my Husband and I.  In each of the homes we have lived in none have felt right.  There was always the dream of another house that would be more perfect.  I think my idea of what a home is was wrong.

I thought that a traditional house is what I wanted.

But what I really needed was a  home that functioned for me personally.

I believe a house is really a home when it fits the needs of its inhabitants.  Most of my adult life I have spent a lot of my time in industrial work spaces.  I owned a sign and graphics company for years.  My “home” was a place to sleep, my shop was my life.

I do have to say that I get a little envious when I see photo’s of different craftster’s homes.  They are all so cute and decorated.  Why can’t I decorate my house like that?  Well, truthfully, I know why.  In my own life it doesn’t interest me.  The few times that I’ve put a little effort into decorating my home I find that it only takes a couple days before I become oblivious to what is hanging on my walls, and to any new colors or texture.

 So at the age of 46 I believe I know the kind of home I need.  Maybe a large metal building, concrete floors,  work tables,  industrial shelving and storage for my tools.  I need a floor that paint can be spilled on.  I need furniture that I can manhandle.  I need a space to create where there is little risk in damaging my surroundings.

Oh, and maybe a bed just in case I need to sleep.

    I would like to discuss the importance of curse words in my life and the current affair regarding the F-Bomb.  

  I am not a prude.  Yet, I do not like the casual use of  profanity in everyday language.   Curse words are the unexpected spice  or the verbal equivalent to a punch to the nose that helps us get thru the day.   Curse words convey power to the recipient and more importantly the speaker.   My prefered use of curse words is in  unexpected humorous situations and when I accidently bang my head on the corner of my kitchen cabinet.

This brings me to the current trend of using the F-bomb as a everyday word.  Making such a great angry word like F**K part of everyday life has striped aways it’s power.  So all you people who are following this current trend, why are you doing this?  To be cool, or hip?   How can you take away the power of this word yet not give us a subsistute expletive.  I love profanities like SH*T, CR*P, and G*D D*MN IT.  I try to stay away from vugarities that relate to sexual organs because they make me feel like a sexually frustrated teenage boy.  So my list of great curse words has self imposed limits.  Limits give power, commonality waters down vulgarity.

Sometimes it seems like much of society has come down with Tourettes.  So think before you open your filthy mouth.  Are you prepared to strip the power from F**K?

Here is my current list of curse words in order of power.  I realize that you may feel differently about the order of these words depending on how you where raised.

Least powerful, great for use in humorous situations:

Sh*t

Cr*p

Medium potency. Best used in times of frustration:

D*mn

D*mn It

G*d D*mn

G*d D*mn It

Son of a B*tch

Highest importance.  These words are useful in car accidents,  being injured by inanimate objects,  and just before you think you might have to hit someone.

F*ck

F*cker

Mother F*cker

God D*mn Mother F*cker 

Please notice I left out B*tch and Wh*re.  These words are sadly just mere shadows of themselves.