Pain in the Ass #10 - well, actually L2-4 and the sacroiliac joint/tailbone...

Hi.  My name is Ruth and I'm an obnoxious-inappropriate-mouthy-holic.  Well, maybe not entirely, but as I think I've mentioned before - the filter from my brain to my mouth has disappeared (and in case anyone finds it, please return it to me - there isn't a reward or anything - but I'd really appreciate it all the same.. as will the innocent bystanders).

An example from 'Rants from Mommyland'

I find that certain things make me laugh.  Most times (ok, I'll be honest, ALL times) I want to share these things with other people.  However, it's been pointed out to me that not everyone shares the same warped sense of humor.  Honestly, that makes me sad...kinda sorta.


What brought this on was a new word I discovered.  I've been following a couple of  blogs; Pregnant Chicken and Rants from Mommyland.  These ladies crack me up!! They say it like it is, with humour.  It's funny - some days I'll be reading it, and I swear they've tapped into my brain/mind (of what there is...).  So, this new word I learned.  "WHUCK".  How freakin' awesome is that?? It's the polite amalgamation of WTF.  I love learning. Don't you?  I wanted so badly to post it (among other funny tidbits) but hesitated as I was worried that certain "friends" would have an issue with it, and post nasty comments.

I have always been the way I am (I know, how shocking!!).  My sense of humour doesn't always follow that of others - and I almost always find pretty much everything funny (I get tears in my eyes every. single. time. I watch Dumb and Dumber - and the scene where Harry is in the bathroom after Lloyd fed him laxatives).  My friends don't always get my humour, but almost all of them agree, at least I'm easy to amuse and they don't feel so bad when they put me in a corner...I'll just keep me company.  That is something I've had to do a lot in the last 9 months.  I find it super annoying how some people seem to find the need to criticize me and how I cope with things. I've been told I'm too self-deprecating; not positive enough; too sarcastic, etc.  My question is... how is my making fun of me and my situation a bad thing?  I'm not on meds for the pain; I hurt all the time.  Would they rather I turn to alcohol to cope??  I rather enjoy the stupid things that make me laugh.. at least I'm laughing people!!  And please, stop with the negative comments in my direction.  Not needed. Granted, not everyone finds the same stuff funny as I do, and yes, I can be too sarcastic, and yes, sometimes my humour is dark - but if you don't like it - go away and leave me alone.  I'm content, which currently, is a good thing considering my situation.

Another source of amusement for me is my son.  He's going to be nine this August.  Shocks the crap outta me, I have to be honest.  I simply can't believe it!!  I still remember the day I had him.  It's not likely something I'll be quick to forget.  It's been so awesome watching this runt grow up.  He's got an amazing personality, he's funny, charming - and a downright dork! (Yeah.. he takes after his mom.)  These aren't even my own observations - these are comments from other people that have met him.  But seriously, he's a riot.  He does accents (rather well - esp. the southern accent).  We rough house, call each other names; we can goof around and make each other laugh ( NO, I'm not his friend.  I'll likely  not be his friend till he's much older.  I'm still his mom - that will never change. I just try to balance the strict mom with the I-can-beat-you-down-and-tickle-the-crap-outta-you mom, all the while giving him an atomic wedgie and a side of wet-willy).  I've been told by several of his teachers he's going to be the next Jim Carrey.  Honestly, if he makes that kind of money - I'm cool with that.  As much as he amuses me, he drives me utterly insane.  He is the proven cause of the white/silver hair that insists on growing atop me head.  My least favorite expression is "I don't know".  I swear, I wanna smack him upside the head every time it leaks out of his face. (Man, I sound violent...I call it passion).  I'm passionate about my kid. Period. 

Then factor in my critters.  They too, have personalities.  We currently have a mini dachshund (cat in a dog suit), named Roxie; a cat - Frankie (super affectionate, annoying, fur covered fart machine) and my turtle, Ozzy (he's being rude lately, wont come out to play).  Roxie has her spaz moments, where she tears through the house... all you see is a psycho wiener running with ears flying behind her and hear the light thuds as she's doing the circuit; Frankie has his spaz attacks too.  The fights are even better.  They both give as good as they get.  The best part is when the cat crawls into Roxie's bed - she grabs him by the neck, head or paw (whatever she has access to) and yanks him out. Who needs TV??  Seriously.

I've also been following a new-to-me blog, Single Dad Laughing.  It's a blog written by a cute guy in Utah who is, as his name describes - a single dad.  He's vulnerable just like the rest of us and he's a dad who simply loves his kid.  He goes through all the same stuff as single moms do - which in itself is reassuring; he often feels the same as I do, too.  It's really cool to read the words of this man who gets it.  Too often we hear of these dead beat dads who don't deserve to breathe - and then I come across this guy who is anything but.  In my short 33 years on this planet, I've come across only a handful of great guys who are awesome and passionate about their kid(s).  I've never kept it a secret that not all men suck and this guy is another one to add to the pile.  I'm grateful to have found yet another blog that gets it, and that I can relate to.  Even nicer that it's written by a guy.  I think it happens too often that men don't get enough credit.  So, here's to you SDL - my hat's off to you.  

To my son, critters and all the blogs I've been reading in order to keep my sanity, thank you for giving me something else to do, and yet another way to amuse/entertain myself the last 9 months while stuck at home.  AND to all the people who are stuck with me, thanks for letting me be me - even though I annoy you and make you shake your collective heads at times.