Now, who could even imagine punching the lights out of this sweet little old lady?? She’s 85, maybe 5-foot-1, has a pulmonary disorder and could be knocked down by a strong breeze.
But she’s a stubborn Finn with more stamina than anyone I know. Twenty years ago she could have kicked my ass even though I’ve got 8 inches on her.
I’m not too sure at this point. Even though I’m way taller (5’9" to her 5’2"), she’s quite a bit tougher and in better shape, as she walks briskly every day and actually eats a sensible diet. I think I might get creamed.
(She really is pretty strong; believe me, I have watched her do serious gardening, and what she can haul in a wheelbarrow would amaze you.)
Yes, but I have to go to sleep eventually…
In a different universe, where I could even think of raising a hand on my mom, and my mom was not a dead-set pacifist, I would TOTALLY kick her ass.
My mom could kick my ass. Heck, she could probably lay me out with one backhanded open palm. And she’s 55.
Of course all she’d really have to do is give me that disapproving look she has and I’d be reduced to a squirming 5 year old again.
Luckily, I inherited that look.
Though we’re about the same size, my mom is incredibly butch, and much stronger than I am. I think my only chance would be to go for her knees, which are pretty bad.
Chances are, she’d beat the living tar out of me.
Then she’s laugh about it.
Probably. I’m 5’4", mum’s 5’2" and has arthritis and osteoporosis. She’s 50, I’m 22. But she’s my mum, and well, if she got the furst punch in, it wouldn’t have to be very hard, because I’d just break down and wouldn’t be able to fight back. So whilst physically I could do it, I wouldn’t, cause she’s my mum, who’s lovely.
Easily.
I could also take my dad - easily.
Probably my older brother too, if I was particularly annoyed.
My mom could kick my butt if it came down to it. She’s much stronger than I, having given birth naturally to 4 children, beaten breast cancer, and having put up with my dad all these years. Tough lady indeed.
This is hysterical.
My mom is going to be 77 this week. She is an ex nun. She has buried her parents, husband, brother in law and three sons in her life time. She has moved at least 16 times with kids, alone, as dad was already at the new city. She runs a kitchen like a Feild Marshall.
With just one look she could make Mike Tyson shit his pants.
Now, my MIL OTOH, is a big, strapping German hausfrau.
She and my husband, no lightweight by any means, share the same jacket size. I don’t know many men that can borrow a parka from their mom, when the son wears a XXL.
She ain’t beefy,really. She is a big boned gal and built for work, ja.
That is all she knows how to do. Work, work, work. She does more in a day that I do in year. She wears me out.
But, she has absolutely no backbone. She’s got at least 5 inches and 40 pounds on me.
I could take her in a heartbeat.
Not that I am in the habit of beating the crap out of our free babysitter.
My 74 year old mother? Sure. Not a problem. Not that I would…we don’t piss each other off anymore. She quit drinking about eight years ago, and I stopped being a bitch (sorta) about the same time.
Now my grandmother? Even dead, that woman could stomp a mudhole in my ass. I wouldn’t mess with her if I had a bazooka. Ever heard the phrase, “If looks could kill…” well, they thought that one up after they met my grandmother.
In a heartbeat. 
My mother is fifty eight years old and doesn’t like to mess her hair or god forbid, break a nail.
I, OTOH, play hockey and watch professional wrestling. I taught my nephew how to do the Figure Four Leg Lock. I’m also a redhead. Mom’s going DOWN.
My grandmother would win because she would guilt me to death. I’d get her on the floor and she’d ask me if I was hungry, she has some tuna and could make a sandwich…or there’s some chicken soup she made yesterday, it’s not that great but it’s ok…maybe a nice bowl of Cream of Wheat…
I doubt it Meta-Grumble. The biggest thing she’s been in so far was the super/manager in an episode of Without A Trace. Other work in It Runs In The Family lies on the cutting room floor or you may see a brief flash of her in Motocrossed or other such memorable films. I’m waiting to see if she made it into Charlie’s Angels 2-Full Throttle though. The older lady flirting/feeding her hubby/date cotton candy at a fair or in the “assisting a cow give birth” scene may have glimpses of my mom, though.
Um no, she’s died almost 20 years ago ( this August ) and I fought with her enough. Both physically and mentally. I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy.
As much as we had problems, and as much (when I was 17) I could have kicked her ass (she had been dead 2 years) I would have refused kicking her ass which I know I could have done with as much rage and anger I had against her.
I was a pretty strong teenager and would have kicked my mom’s ass, bigtime. Thankfully my brother held back the same rage as he would have also done the same thing had he been me.
I took out a many drywall subjects when my parents pissed me off after my mother died. They didn’t think to seek counseling for me…I don’t blame them, anymore, today but I did for many years but my mom was the source of a lot of property damage and guarantee, if my mom was on the end of the techchick punching match, she would have been on the losing end. I was just conditioned from an ealy time in life that it was okay until I turned about 17.
I could take her (she’s smaller and thinner than me) but just the thought makes me feel awful. I would never do such a thing to my mommy.
