One: When I said the other day that I was wrong about my mother in law coming to stay, I think it came across as me saying that I was wrong or something. Oh, rest assured, friends, I wasn’t wrong at all. Someone has just been on very super good behavior and someone else has just been quietly accommodating. All those years of being a hostess are paying off bigtime this week. But believe you me, she’s getting her jabs in. I think she’s also, at the same time, kind of realizing that maybe I’m not the useless bag of poo that she’s always thought me to be, and that maybe my marriage to her son isn’t a total farce.
Either way, I gave her my cold, so ha.
Two: When I said that my poor baby boy has asthma, that didn’t in any way mean that he couldn’t come in 20 places higher in his first cross country meet than he did all season last year. Because he totally kicks ass, that’s why.
Three: In case you were confused, (Matt), that last post wasn’t about walking….at all. Maybe you should watch this.
Tagged with: Cross Country, Lothar, Walking With Women
Melanie @ Mel, A Dramatic Mommy
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 3:14Holy Hell that was great! I had completely forgotten about Lothar. Those were the SNL days!
As for walking, I think it’s true the more you walk, the more you want to walk. My husband was away for a week. I went for a few walks by myself while he was gone. They were quick, mostly for fun. But they kept me in a walking frame of mind so that when he got home, we’ve been able to go walking together almost every night for close to two weeks.
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Kelley
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 4:57Son kicking arse, you kicking arse (subtly, great move with the cold woman! I bow to your sneakiness)
How much longer? I miss ya.
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ShredderFeeder
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 5:51Congratulations. Distance running from a kid with athsma can be done, but takes training.
As for the cold, you’re evil and I love you. I don’t have to work to get my MIL sick when she comes to visit. Flying from Hawaii to Virginia involves 13 hours in an airplane. If there is an illness around, it’s usually sitting in the seat right next to her on the Honolulu–>Atlanta leg, coughing all over her.
Although we hope she gets it on the return, because otherwise she comes and spreads it around the house first (alone with her customary “southern belle” good cheer.)
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Mike Marshall
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 6:13Hey Lady! In the past I would walk whenever possible…..although I was particular with who I walked. I did not walk for the sake of walking………..but thinking back I kick myself for not walking when I could have………….alas a visit to the witch doctors and their medicinal cures for things that ail me……have made it difficult for me to walk with women………son of a bitch…….shit! I am working on walking with women again………I do not walk alone anymore. For I AM Lothar…..of the hill people………..Peace, Lothar.
P.S. I hope that was not TMI.
OhCaptain
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 7:26Congrats to your son!
Whew! I was kinda worried I had read between the wrong lines.
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tenakim
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 7:34reading the comments about actual walking was very entertaining- apparently we’re not too sharp on “symbolism” out here in the blogosphere!
Here’s hoping that your sprinted walks don’t hurt Donor’s pride too much!
I need to know what med this is- all I want to do is sleep with what they gave me- I wish I wanted to “walk”!
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Em
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 8:17Teeheeee – congrats on giving her the cold.
Did you lick her coffee cup when she wasn’t looking?
Em
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Latte Mommy
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:06Woot for 1of3! He’s the man!
So where are we now on the MIL? One week down, one more to go? Maybe she’ll spend the next couple of days in bed with the plague you gave her and it will be like a long weekend for you. Then you can get back to walking again. ;)
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OHmommy
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:14Congrats to your little man, he looks so much like your husband in that picture. Don’t you think?
Jim
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:20Congrats on your son’s awesome finish and a surreptitious hooray for the cold transfer.
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Choch
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:56Nice job on the cold!!!!! Hahaha we just got a new puppy see how she likes that :) Get her healthy before she gets here otherwise I will get sick and be stuck at home with her and will have to stab myself with a sharp object!!!! Love ya PS Get your jabs in as well
Choch
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:57WTG B !!!!!!!!!
tracey
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 9:59Damn, now I have to reread that post! I am cracking up in advance…
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Megryansmom
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 10:22Isn’t it time for Dear MIL to go away soon? I hope the cold doesn’t prolong her stay.
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Matt
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 10:42I’m going to get you for that, Mr Lady. I don’t know how yet, but I’m gonna get you.
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Miss
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 11:05So there IS a chance for the flame thrower then?
And I thought you really meant walking too. Like one foot in front of the other.
And now, re-reading it, I know how fucking perverted you are. And I love you. And I’d gladly stroll along the track with you? Gawd, I cant handle all this innuendo.
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calicobebop
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 11:15Oh dear, I was uneducated in the ways of walking. But now I know and I can use that euphemism too!
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Punditdad
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 11:15I thought you were talking about speed walking in a competitive yet relaxed style with your partner? My god, that means the Olympic sport of marathon speed walking is a sick, twisted display of double entendres and perverted metaphors. No wonder people sway their hips so much.
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Little Painted Polka Dots
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 12:41I don’t know how I ended up here, but I am so glad that you did. I was wondering while reading the walking post if you were really walking or not. I’m not always quick to these things…
Way to go to both you (sharing the cold) and your son! Great accomplishments!
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wrong shoes
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 14:28Just reread the walking post and it makes so much more sense now – was hilarious!
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MIQuilter
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 14:41Yeah – I totally missed the boat on that one too – thought it was actually about walking… and I’m all “how hard can it be to walk together at the same time”… but now, re-reading…. I TOTALLY know how hard it can be…..
the planet of janet
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 14:51uh. does wordpress hate me or something?
my comment went *poof*
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the planet of janet
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 14:51and it was one helluva funny comment, too.
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Zoeyjane
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 15:01Realizing that you weren’t talking about walking and my mind didn’t even GO there? I’m currently facing the hugest amount of disappointment in myself, ever.
Go, runner boy!
BusyDad
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 16:20Boy am I glad I held off on commenting on that last post. I’ll let Matt take the fall for being the clueless one. That being said, good thing I did not say something like I love to start each morning with a brisk walk my myself.
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rebecca
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 18:02Oh, holy hell! Past the outright aggression to passive aggression. She got you with the whole hotel thing, so you gave her a cold. Man, on the one hand I admire you. On the other, well, MIL once put a sack of potatoes deep in my pantry where I keep only mixing bowls. Weeks after she left, there was a putrid, wet, bug infested sludge that I discovered just as a neighbor kid smashed my son’s three-day, 69 page instructed Sponge Bob LEGO town. I’ll be praying for you.
One of my rugby mates was asthmatic. Asthmatic athletes totally rule!
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maggie, dammit
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 18:24HA, way to give her your cold! Nice. ;)
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zandor
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 19:20Hello. 1) Ha – The cold. 2) Yay – For your son. : )
Gnilleps
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 19:56I have never seen Loathar… that was freaking brilliant. While your veiled (or not so veiled) post was very discrete… I feel all crying game now. Thanks.
Bid 1of3 slap five for me.
Leslie Dillinger
Wednesday, 24 September, 2008 at 22:20Dude, you got me, too. I read it late last night and was all like, “Huh? Why’s Shannon posting about walking all of a sudden? Weird.” Nice one. Congrats to 1of3! Yay!
Kori
Thursday, 25 September, 2008 at 11:27Well. WTF? i think my comments actually applied to the hidden meaning. Even though I didn’t get the hidden meaning. Which somehow just makes it all the funnier.
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ms picket to you
Thursday, 25 September, 2008 at 16:35i would have chimed in earlier, but i’ve been too busy running. i KNEW walking was better for me, but i never, ever learn. wink.
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Jaina
Thursday, 25 September, 2008 at 16:48Thanks for the clarification. Wow, so I just realized the actual meaning and now my comment on your last post sounds bad. I actually meant walking, not “walking”. Lol. I’m a little slow today, apparently. Wow. I’m laughing at myself right now, and I’m sure you’re probably laughing at me too. :)
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WhenSheWorePonytails
Saturday, 27 September, 2008 at 8:30Well, I suppose giving her your cold is an acceptable alternative to mini bottles. hehe I kid. Well, no I don’t. I honestly don’t. I like mini bottles if I will be hanging out with my in-laws. I’m not sure what it says about me but I like to think it says I like to be prepared and that it really says bad stuff about THEM. I’m not comfortable taking the blame for any badness where they are concerned.
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April
Saturday, 27 September, 2008 at 19:07Well, of course you weren’t wrong, Mr Lady!
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