And now, I stand at the crossroads of my blogging career. I am writing the farewell post of 2008. On Whiskey in my Sippy Cup! Some would view this as an honor. I know better. Mr Lady wants to see me crash and burn. Because I have more followers than she does on Twitter. Granted, she still has twice the blog traffic than I do, but can you really count suspicious wives and perverts who Google “sunburnt boobs?”
All kidding aside, I am a lucky guy. Mr Lady is one of a kind. Not many people have the honor of being called The Other Redneck Mommy. When she first met me, she said I was a hot dad. Hey, at least she knows how to make a guy feel special. But then she blogged about how she wants to jump Drew Carey’s bones. Ok, so she appreciates a wide spectrum of the male species; that's cool. Then she posts pics of herself lip locking with other mom bloggers at BlogHer 08. Ok, evidently any cool, interesting person fans her flame. I can hang with that. And then this:
Ok, basically, I consist of solid matter. Which qualifies me as hot.
Yeah, I just proved to you that I graduated from the Mr Lady School of Blogging. As a fun exercise, I tried to count the number of times she has used that word in this blog, but my attention span fades after 200, which is why I also stopped counting the number of injuries her children have sustained while under her care. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for helmets.
But over the past year and some months, Mr Lady and I have indeed become great friends. Since she has a boy who is just a couple years older than my son Fury, I have often turned to her for valuable perspective on parenting issues. Specifically, the perspective of At-Least-I-Ain’t-Done-This-Shit:
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And I like to think I've also helped her along the way. She has discussed with me her desire to get a job. Like any encouraging friend, I’ve told her “focus on what you’re good at.” It’s just too bad that Monster.com pulls up minimal results for “chain smoking" and "hamster killing."
Luckily, she is damn good at this blogging thing. I was fortunate enough make it to the BlogHer conference for one night this past July. And I saw firsthand how she made every person there shake their head and cry. I also heard that she read some post about depression the day before. (The envelope. I push it. Mr Lady has taught me well.)
Mr Lady, you are pretty damn awesome. You may have been raised to snuff out possessed Ziggy dolls, you may pick up "Throw Momma from the Train" instead of Martha Stewart Living when you find out your MIL is coming for a visit, your long lost siblings may be muttering “dammit, she found us. I told you MySpace was a bad idea!” and you may taunt me with your "I heart Backpacking Dad" pic in your sidebar as I write this, but I’ll drench myself with eau de toilet bowl cleaner and scoop dead leaves out of your pool any time.
And so would any of your friends.
Oh! Looky here! I happened to drag some of them along with me. This is your "We Are The World" star-studded moment. Enjoy:
You know what I like best about Shannon? That girl can take a punch.
(and I have to include what she wrote when she sent me that because, well, it cracked me up: Okay, how bad is that? I don't even know if Shannon CAN take a punch! For some bizarre reason, that's the only thing that came to mind. I've never said that about anyone in my entire life, but it rose to the top for her.)
When I first started reading WIMSC, I was immediately pulled in by MrLady's writing. It was fresh, it was honest, and at times incredibly funny. She's been praised a countless number of times, even bringing a room full of women (and those who watched the youtube clip later) to tears. I've heard, time and time again, from writers I aspire to be like, that they aspire to write like MrLady. Obviously, her blog is one I've always looked forward to reading. Except lately. She's gone totally MommyBlogger on me. May as well change the name of this blog to Milk in my Sippy Cup. *sigh* It's a damn good thing I have an unwaivering girl crush on MrLady. XO baby.
I heard that Mr Lady was being considered for the lead role in Angelina Jolie's life story 'I am hawt. You are not. Now give me all the chillen' but alas, they saw her choice in footwear and were all 'Hellz No!' and went with me instead.
Burn those Crocs baby. Oh and PANTIES PANTIES PANTIES!
Just taking a look at Mr. Lady's blog title would give you a subtle hint that she is a bit fond of the "Demon liquor". Yup, Mr. Lady loves Jesus but she drinks a little. Except leave Jesus out of it. And realize that "little" is more like a Hummer is to gasoline consumption.
That's probably a little bit more accurate.
Just ask anyone who went to BlogHer.
Mr. Lady is to sober conference attending like Brittney Spears is to acting. Or like Busy Dad is to having hair.
I mean, one minute you're standing there, minding your own business and munching on bacon-wrapped scallops off a doily-clad plastic plate in a nice hotel in San Fransisco and the next you're being tackled by a hot blonde Canuck with piercings who's trying to bribe you with offers of a hand job down by the docks in exchange for your cocktail tickets. At that point the only thing you can really do is offer a quick make out and then run like hell to make your escape.
Then go get therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. Good thing you can call and ask Mr. Lady who her therapist is so that you know who to avoid.
Seriously, though. I love Shannon. She is someone I click with, who has been there through some icky stuff and who I can talk to on the phone without having a complete anxiety-ridden breakdown. I loved meeting her. I knew I would LOVE her. And I do. I really, really do.
Hugs and a thousand kisses babe. Roasting you was a total honor. Love your freaking guts.
Sarcastic Mom writes:
I've always said I love Shannon's writing, but if I'm going to be completely honest, I really just keep showing up on the off chance that she'll mail me her tits again. Sorry Shannon, the truth had to come out.
I have two trees in my front yard that a landscaper wants a bundle of money to remove. I ended up just calling Mr Lady to take care of them for a couple of months and they totally withered away. Saved $1200.00!
Won't remove black nail polish thats been on her fingers since Halloween but will spend three days making some weird-ass log.
Secret Agent Mama writes:
When I was first contacted by someone calling herself "Mr. Lady" I was almost convinced that this was some deranged man, coming at me from the basement of his mother's house, while eating greasy pizza, and watching porn in between stalking sexy bloggers.And still I continued to take Mr. Lady's advances.My blog, Cre8buzz, MyBlogLog, and more.Then I dared her to give me her number to text her, and we've been the best of bloggy pals since. Thankfully she was not a deranged man, coming at me from the basement of his mother's house, while eating greasy pizza, and watching porn in between stalking sexy bloggers.Although, I'd watch porn with her any day of the week.I'm honored to be friends with Shannon. She's one in a million and I'm totally keeping her in my little black book!
Momo Fali writes:
When Jim asked for some assistance in roasting Mr. Lady, I was all…hell no! What has she ever done for me? The last time she and I corresponded I spent the evening sitting on my living room floor with my laptop, surrounded by empty beer cans, and my own tears.
But, then I got to thinking. She's more than just another whiskey drinking Mommy who makes her friends cry. She's the kind of woman who sucks you in with prophetic keynote speeches that leave you with a rock in your throat and goosebumps all over your body. You feel her. You think, I'm going to read every single thing this woman ever writes, because she can move me with her words. This chick is pure genius.
And then? You go to her blog to read more greatness, and find a picture of her kid chewing on bubble wrap.
Mr. Lady is like the older sister I always dreamed about having. More then once she has guided me and taught me. From the first day we "met" to our first embrace in San Fran, she has proved that really awesome women can be classy in a pair of crocs.
We all know and love Mr Lady, right? But here's the thing: STEREOTYPICAL BLONDE. Ahem.
Mr Lady is SO blonde, bitch don't even know how to take birth control correctly.
Mr Lady is SO slutty she has to keep track of which bitches she made out with by posting them on her website.
And finally, Mr Lady is SO hot that I didn't even mind that she used my photos on her blog without my permission. Because she's THAT DAMN GOOD. (Okay and maybe it was a teensy bit to my benefit as well.)
Damn blonde bitches. They'll get you every time.
Backpacking Dad writes:
When I fourth met Mr. Lady I was finally inebriated enough to find her interesting and memorable.
Man, that chick is persistent. See, when I second met Mr. Lady she sidled up to me and smiled a half-smile, another blonde in a sea of blonde bloggers, and she tried playing the hurt-guilt card with me:
"What do you mean you don't remember me? Dude, I was undressing you with my eyes for half an hour last night and I gave you four business cards with my picture on them and wrote "Call me. Seriously." on the backs of all of them and tucked them into your pockets and belt."
"Yeah, but you just kind of look like a lot of other people. Do you write for Seattle Mom Blogs? No? Why are you punching me? That's cute."
"You'll remember me next time. You wait."
She was half right. When I third met Mr. Lady she sidled up to me and smiled a half-smile, another blonde in a sea of blonde bloggers, and she asked "Do you remember me now?"
And I blanked. Because seriously. All mom-bloggers look alike. Especially to a married guy who can't check out your rack or ass. All I have to go on is eyes and hair, and frankly if you're a blonde in a sea of blonde bloggers all I'm going to have to go on is your eyes, and if you are constantly winking one of them at me then that's like having one eye closed at all times, which means I only have half of a pair of eyes to go on to distinguish you from everyone else, and that's just not enough information.
But I did remember someone, a blonde blogger in a sea of blonde bloggers, standing shoulder high on me, playing the hurt-guilt card the night before. And because I was walking around with a brunette in a sea of blonde bloggers and I didn't want to let on that I didn't actually remember this forgettable little leprechaun with one eye, thereby tarnishing my "charm/smoothness" record I stole a quick glance down at her nametag (and in no way ogled her goods) and effused: "Oh, of course I remember you, Shannon. You have the same name as my sister."
And she ate that shit up. She followed me around, hoping I'd catch her closing one eye at me, or that she kept sneaking into photos I was taking of myself standing with my left arm crooked around my invisible friend, Tammy Awesome, who was the only person there totally checking out racks and asses. She got in between Tammy and the camera at least twice. One of those pics is over on the sidebar now. Persistent AND presumptuous, Mr. Lady is.
So when I fourth met Mr. Lady I actually did remember her. She was the blonde in a sea of blonde bloggers with no rack, no ass, one eye, leprechaun-high, who reminded me of my sister and who had thoroughly pissed off Tammy Awesome, my imaginary friend.
Which I suppose is a better notion of her to have than when I first met Mr. Lady.
Because when I first met Mr. Lady, and she sidled up to me and smiled a half-smile, another blonde in a sea of blonde bloggers, I thought "Oh great. 'Whiskey In My Sippy Cup.' Yet another mom-blogger making the booze-parenthood joke. How in the hell am I supposed to remember this one?"
All of that aside, I'll never forget her now.
Redneck Mommy writes:
I have nothing other than the fact she is a shorter hairier fatter version of the original Tanis and I can out wit, outsmart and out flirt her any day. That said I am so glad to have met her and she is fucking adorable. For a creepy American doppleganger of me.
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Mr Lady, I hope you enjoyed being put through the churrascaria. I was honestly nervous as hell when you asked me to finish 2008 for you, but it turns out you are great blog fodder. And our mutual friends proved that they can step up and fluff a post when need be. To all of Mr Lady's readers and fans, thanks for indulging me. I know there are many of you who deserve to throw in a jab or two, and if I missed you, it was not intentional. Either I am intimidated by you don't know you that well or just plain blanked (I blog at night. I drink at night. They overlap). Feel free to leave your loving insults in the comments section.