i love bad words

I love bad words…


A little person came to me to report that another little person had said the “A” word.

I marched upstairs.

“Why would you say the ‘A’ word?” I griped.

The little person was already in tears. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I was so frustrated with him, and it just flew out of my mouth.” She burst into tears.



“Well,” I sat to console and hug her, “good things need to come out of your mouth. Do you understand?” She nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“Okay, let’s go apologize to your brother.”

We headed downstairs. In the kitchen, the brother who’d fallen prey to his sister’s sailor mouth was sitting on the counter eating an apple. She cleared her throat and he shot her a glare. “I…” she choked on the apology, “I am sorry I called you an armpit.”

Next talk: What Constitutes a Bad Word and the Variables Needed for Me Haul My Butt Upstairs.

Granted my sister’s kids think armpits are private parts…. Because they can have hair on them. They flash each other with their naked pits and then squeal at the lewd and licentious expedition.



So I guess, a bad word or raunchy body part can be interpreted by the one that receives the insult or…flashing.

Yesterday I got a rejection letter for an original article I wrote. 

In the days before the dreadful rejection, I got 3 pieces accepted by other syndicates and a letter from Huffington welcoming me to their publication.

But, I can’t stop thinking about the rejection.

I am left to believe I love a bad notice more than a good one. 

Last week my inbox was bombarded with praises for “An Open Letter to Mothers of JUST One.” Sweet letters came from mommas who struggled with infertility, miscarriages, and a wealth of other hurts.  They loved the letter, they thought it was funny and they appreciated the message.

But one momma accused me of being crass and encouraging violence.

Fair enough.

And still… I can’t stop thinking about the one email that was ugly instead of focusing on the 100+ that loved it. 

 Again, I am left to conclude: I love bad words.I am left to conclude- I love bad words.

Apparently, I love to focus on the negative.

I consider myself a positive person so why would I be someone that obsesses over the ick? Why am I wasting my time on something that makes me feel bad? 

Still, I woke at 3:00 am on the evening I received the scolding and couldn’t go back to sleep.  And currently, my hands are tingling and itching with the anxiety of the more recent rejection.

Obnoxious, and silly, but that is how I feel.  And therein lies the dilemma. Focusing on what is pure and good in the midst of the yuck.  I could argue that it is better to dwell on the shortcomings than the successes so not to get a big head. I don’t want to become a pompous windbag. However, in biblical terms to only focus on the bad is… well, bad.

So I am committing to letting go of my love of bad words. To focus on the lovely. To meditate day and night on things that bless instead of curse.

So I am committing to letting go of my love of bad words. To focus on the lovely. To meditate day and night on things that bless instead of curse. 1

And to those that scold and discourage me I will try to turn a blind ear, professing a Christ that is for me – so who could be against me?

If that doesn’t work?  Well, they can just kiss my armpit.

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Philippians 4:8


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  1. Rebecca on March 30, 2016 at 5:32 am

    Too freakin funny!!! Except the mean people! Lol

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 5:33 am

      Well, you know how it goes. Someone is always griping!

  2. Christy on March 30, 2016 at 6:07 am

    I’ve never read anything of yours I didn’t love. Now go focus in on that.

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 6:15 am

      Yes ma’am!

  3. Keri on March 30, 2016 at 6:32 am

    I needed this like you would not believe! <3

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 6:34 am

      Bless you!

  4. Edith on March 30, 2016 at 6:58 am

    Much laughter around the breakfast table about “…armpit…”
    Also much appreciation for the encouragement to think on the good things!

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 6:59 am


  5. Janet on March 30, 2016 at 8:30 am

    My kids used to snicker every time they heard the Chris Rice song, “I feel so stupid…” because he said the “s” word!

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 8:31 am


  6. Glenna McKelvie on March 30, 2016 at 8:54 am

    When you were small you thought “thurt” was a bad word! (You had it mixed up with a certain word for passing gas). I figured the longer you thought that, the less chance you would humiliate me in public! Mom

  7. Shontell on March 30, 2016 at 9:35 am

    You are worth the good words, sis. You just are. God says so. When those bad ones come around, instead of letting them sink deep, let them fall on God’s promises. Say, “Ok Lord, let’s see what you’re going to make of this; I know you always bring good!” And then sit back and watch.

    Also, for a long time my son would hurt himself or just need to express himself, and I continually allowed him to yell, “SON OF A NUTCRACKER!” He yelled slowly, so those new to the experience thought he was headed somewhere else with that. I admit that was part of what made me laugh so hard: their faces. But I laughed. Every time it cracked me up. Partly because he is tall and has a blonde Afro. Partly because he was about 6 when it began. What’s a mom to do??

    • jami_amerine on March 30, 2016 at 9:36 am

      Just laugh!

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  9. Sam on March 31, 2016 at 5:33 am

    I used to think BUTTHOLE was akin to the F-word lol. I say don’t change for anyone! Write what you feel. Honesty is the key to relatable writing. That being said, I’ve also been haunted by one “bad” comment among 100 kind ones. Try not to sweat it!

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