I'm from an Irish family as well. I'll admit to a rather colorful vocabulary. It's real bad when others aren't around and I'm being frustrated at my work....or watching a sports event alone.
There are lines I don't cross. God doesn't have a last name. Grandma's ghost would haunt me for that one and get God to strike me with a lightning bolt. There's two four letter words I don't use. One begins with c and the other t. If word got out that I used that, my mom would drive out to my place and slap the side of the 30 something head over the ear asking "What the hell is the matter with you."
If word got out that I used that, my mom would drive out to my place and slap the side of the 30 something head over the ear asking “What the hell is the matter with you.”
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Be thankful. Sounds like she drew the lines (boundaries) and you firmly know which lines NOT to cross. Some families do not communicate as well.
I, coming from a family of “hardheads”, grandma had to use some strong language to make her point, and make it she did. Of course, this was in private or among family, not in public.
The older I got the more I realized grandma was right and I had been a “little” hardheaded. Sadly, this realization comes to light after they are gone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FUGzwUTN80