I didn’t think my parents could traumatize me anymore. I mean, didn’t we leave all that drama behind in our teen years? As adults, aren’t our parents supposed to be normal?
“I took a crap behind that tree. Right there.”
“DAD!”
“And, I peed up that hill there.”
“DAD, I DON’T CARE WHERE YOU—”
“I got about to go back right there, and I rode all the way to the end of that road, and there was people there, so I came all the way back and went down the other road several miles, and when I got to the end and squatted, there was one of them cun dumbs.”
“A WHAT??” Mom’s perverted expression said it all. “OH………YOU MEAN A CONDOM.”
“Yep. One of them cun dumbs.”
Mom cut her eyes sideways, lustiness etched all over her face. “Was it used?”
“Don’t know. I didn’t get down and examine it.”
I curled up in a ball in the backseat, plugged up my ears, and chanted, “IamnothearingthisIamnothearingthisIamnothearingthis” all the way back to Tupelo.
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Snickering this morning. Your dad never ceases to amuse. And we can assume that it was used. Since it must have been out of the package.
Parents, once they have made you happen, have embarrassing you as their only purpose in life.
So excited (for the trip, not the poop tour). But it does remind me of an embarrassing story of my own.
You’re never too old to be traumatized by your parents, I guess.
i’mnotreadingthisi’mnotreadingthisi’mnotreadingthis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many parents shield their kids from any discussion of life’s realities, employing euphemisms and/or hushed tones behind closed doors…..after a point, however, you have somehow become an instant adult and all bets are off. 🙂 The older they get, the less you are thought of as their “child.” My boys are probably most fortunate to be so geographically distant from me. I get little opportunity to say things in their presence that they’d rather not hear! 🙂
On the other hand, look at all the fodder your folks provide for your pen! Hope the sun is shining on your day of rest.
I would have also been chanting lalalalalalalalalala while humming…so as not to hear such.
Hoo…. boy.
I sure hope Ranger Smith isn’t reading your blog. Or any rangers you met on this trek for that matter. Wait until you find out Roy has a bear costume in that Old Man Car, dear. That MIGHT explain the urge to go in the woods.
And the bee stings he’ll get before this trip is over:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYMLfaXVzj8
Then again, if he wears that bear suit at the wrong time, he may end up becoming the star he’s wanted to be without opening his mouth to tell a story (and he’ll also have quite the story to tell):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOJoLaxokzM
I love the picture of you with the 300 mile marker. You must be feeling giddy at the thought of 144 miles left and with walking company soon! Thanks for answering my question about your Dad. Just wanted to make sure he was staying on task!
My wife and I pride ourselves on being able to torment our children like that.
ouch!!!!!!! i am so sorry you had to endure this.
I always told my kids it was my job to provide them material to take to their therapist. You’re just lucky he didn’t ask you to point out your stops.
No he didn’t… Yea, he did. Lordy, I have no words. Just chuckles and sympathy for you. It’s all good…
Torture is a two-way street in the parent-child relationship.
Omg Chatter Master above beat me to the comment “I’mnotreadingthis!” Great stories though and perfect material for a family get together in a few years. 🙂
Considering most of my “family time” anymore is filled with bitter silence, I’d take your parent’s raucous behavior any day.
I actually think the older you get the more your parents traumatize you. Usually, you’ve changed (grown up) and they’re still pretty much the same. In fact, nothing can make me act like a teenager more than being around my dad.! Good luck.!!
We make it a point to find ways to embarrass our adult children, although I may have gone too far recently as our four year old granddaughter thought that I was Shirley Temple when she saw a video of Shirley singing “Animal Crackers” whilst standing on a stool. Sigh.
hope your feet are healing up.
Your dad’s hilarious.
Oh GOD – your parents will NEVER cease to mortify you, poor thing. Those aching feet are in serious need of some earplugs. Um. Or something like that.
I did a nice little hike this weekend and took you with me. You were constantly on my mind and I discussed your book out loud…alas, the only ones on the hike with me have already heard me talk non-stop about how wonderful you and your book is. Parents…I do try and embarrass my children every chance I get. 😉
Hey, didn’t you have a little thunderclapper along the trail yourself? People in glass houses, and all… Just sayin’! 😉
Your parents are hilarious!!!
Reminds me of a bike trip with the ex, heading into Dayton, Ohio, on the wrong side of town. The map reader (me) didn’t know Dayton from a whole in the ground, so we stopped at a closed-up gas station to figure out where we needed to go (through town not to take a crap). Not three feet from where the kickstand went down was a pile of cun dumbs. Used, I’m pretty sure. Yep, wrong side of town, time to leave…
Great story! My mother confessed to me that, once the kids are grown (at least sixteen), one of the greatest joys as a parent is embarrassing your kids. Sound cruel? Maybe. But, I admit, as an adult, I have done it, too:)
TMI! TMI!TMI !!!!!! I long to embarrass my children in a similar way. I laud your parents for showing the way!
My parents are so modest, Andra, that I can’t relate to this at all. LOL! My dad is back in the hospital and I have to leave the room if they readjust the sheets! Our parents have reached the age they just need to be themselves. I’m so proud of you for making it this far…and still going! If I don’t get the chance to check in with you early tomorrow, happy birthday! Mine was Thursday, so I’m reminded that we share an astrological sign. And for your birthday present I’m contacting our local (and my favorite) independent bookstore and recommending they carry your wonderful book. ox
The man is a legend!
PF and I are well on the road to being parents like that. Life’s too much fun to do it any differently. Cun Dumbs. I like that expression- adopted 🙂
Good lord I love your parents and their special brand of southern charm!
I genitori riservano sempre delle sorprese 🙂
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