First of all I know, I'm a shitty blogger. I abandoned my blog and now would be surprised if even one person reads this. What can I say? I lost my writing mojo for a lonnnnggg time. I think the bitch went to the Cayman Islands without me. Now she's back with a really nice tan and hopefully ready to get back to work.
Will you forgive me? I'm not promising that I'll start writing all the time again but I have so many funny things that Hyper Heathen has said that I want to share. Later. Not today. Today someone else made a funny for me and I wanted to comment on and share that.
Today on Facebook the story The Awkward Parenting Story I Probably Shouldn't Tell came across my news feed. Just the picture alone was enough to get me to read the story and I found myself laughing at how horrified this mom was that she said, "UNO BITCHES!" to her kids. The faces they all recreated too were pretty fucking awesome!
I'm sorry but at the same time I have to say pffftttt amateur! She needs to know she is STILL a pretty perfect parent. I bet SHE will probably never say, "Haha Muthafucka!" to her teen and then grown children. I'm sure she'll never tell her daughters, "DAFUQ DUDE?!" Does she tell her kids, "Don't act like an asshole. You're acting like an asshole! Stop It!!"? Probably not.
I could write a fucking book on my parenting fails when it comes to cursing at, around, or to your kids. Am I proud? Well there IS a fucked up Little Jo inside me that probably is but mostly it just is what it is. Shit happens and if that's the worst thing someone ever does with their kids then I'm fine with that.
I curse. My kids know I curse. My friends know I curse. I don't curse around other people's children, babies, or nuns. I HAVE cursed around a preacher or two. They were being dicks. I'm not ashamed.
When I posted about this on Facebook my 23 year old said, "I'm a little annoyed that I never got to hear you say, 'UNO BITCHES' to us". See, my kids are pretty damn funny themselves so I guess mama being a potty mouth didn't destroy them.
And yes, my daughter and I have a text war once a week to see who can call the other one the worst word possible. Winner gets bragging rights for the week. She's 20... this started when she was 16. She's getting really good at it now and I'm proud. Why? Cuz das my mini-bitch.
Uno Bitches! Fucking UNO!!
Monday, July 22, 2013
I saw the Neurologist and found out after many tests, scans, and pokey needle things that I definitely have Peripheral Neuropathy which we already knew but now I have an updated diagnosis of it for my records. What I wasn't expecting was that when I brought the papers home and looked at them I saw that the doctor had written down, "Small Fiber Neuropathy", "Idiopathic Neuropathy" (which just means no clue what caused it), and "Autonomic Neuropathy".
The thing that bothers me is the Autonomic Neuropathy because it's one that affects your organs and explains why I've been getting dizzy a lot. It seems it is affecting my heart although only very mildly at this point. We aren't sure yet what other organs are being compromised yet and I can't say I'm in a hurry to find out.
I also found out that I have to have an MRI and I'm being referred to a pain clinic because she honestly thinks that at this point I'm going to need pain meds. Not what I wanted to hear but also what I already knew too. I've tried all the medications to try to help with this neuropathy and I've either had bad reactions or there is my Gabapentin which keeps me sane and not wanting to gnaw my limbs off but doesn't actually help pain. I absolutely hate pain medications and will have to mentally become okay with taking them so we will see.
In good news, Hyper Heathen is almost finished with swim lessons for the summer and he has done really well. He has gone off the diving board a few times and swims awesome now. I'm so very proud of him and his progress! I was able to sign him up for all of the sessions so he has spent the entire summer swimming and I think that has helped out a lot.
Big B and Sis are doing alright and plugging along in this shithole we call life. All I can hope is that they are smarter than I was at that age and make the most of their lives. I want the best of everything for them and it's hard once your children become adults because you can't give them that or do it for them. As adults they have to go get it for themselves. Can't help wanting to care for my "babies" no matter how big they get though. Lol.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
So I got to do the Color Me Rad 5k with Hyper Heathen, Big B, Goth Girl (Big B's fiancé), and my friend, Linda. It was awesome! We had so much fun and everyone made it to the finish line like a champ! I know the only reason I made it was because it wasn't timed and I had people to lean on but still, it was pretty great. Everything about CMR was fun and by the end we were all covered head to toe in colored powder. I think the funniest one was Big B because the powder got all in his beard and he looked like a rainbow hobo! haha
Downside of course was that I spent the next four days wanting to DIE from the pain. On one hand I feel stupid because this is hell on my body and makes me immensely ill but on the other hand, mentally this is so good for me. Its funny to be crying from the pain I'm in yet smiling because of the pride I feel. LMAO.
I've also done the Wounded Warrior Run/Walk this year as well. Same thing, very proud but put me out of commission for days. I feel bad because I'm useless to Hubby Guy and Hyper Heathen after I do these things. I also know it's hard on them to see me hurting so badly. Having my kids post on Facebook that they are proud of me though is pretty fucking awesome!
The main reason I'm doing this to myself is because I don't want my children's memories of me to be their mom laying on the couch all the time in pain never getting to do anything. I feel like that's all I've given them the last few years and that more than any pain has depressed and deflated me. Now they will look back and say, "Remember that one time mom walked that race and finished? Haha remember how her leg had gone totally numb so she was raising her leg really high?". Worth more than any medal ever!
Hyper Heathen started swim lessons for the summer today. He spent most of the time saying, "I can't" and if frustrates me because he says it before he even tries. I'm going to try to sign him up for all of the sessions this summer so he can be confident by the end of lessons in August. I think the more he learns the better he will do and I want him to be able to swim so he's not an adult who is afraid of deep water like his Amazon mother.