Growing up I was always a bit ashamed of my country up-bringing. I felt I was a lower class.
As an adult I am so glad for it. I am proud to be a red-neck, hilly-billy, or country bumpkin.
here is my list of proof I am a red-neck:
1. It is impossible for me to say "hill". It comes out"heel"
2. I learned to drive on my Dad's Allis Chalmers tractor. After mastering that I got up- graded to the old truck to pick-up rocks in the field.
3. I know what a ravelin is and use it frequenty in conversation.
4. I once tried to ride a cow. My Dad refused to buy me a horse-something about them not being practical. I decided to ride our beef cow. I got bucked off and landed in a huge pile of manure. My Mom was NOT happy.
5. I Hate wearing shoes.
6. In school I always had to explain what a "Mamaw and Papaw" were. No one called their Grandparents that.
7.I love Blue Collar T.V.
8. My favorite song growing up was "Elvira" by The Oak Ridge Boys. Elvira, Elvira, My Hearts on Fire, Elivra. What a great memory.
9. My family sits together and enjoys the Dukes of Hazzard on a regular basis.
10. Some of the "You might be a redneck...." jokes are a very true thing in my family.
11. My brother and my cousin could pass for Larry the Cable Guy's twin. No joke. Sleeveless Shirts and all.
12. We have been known to sit in our lawn chairs around our guinea's cage and just watch them. Country livin' at its best!
13. Duct tape will truely fix almost anything.
14. At family get togethers, never ask what the meat is, it could be bear, squirrel, rabbit, caribou, deer, the possibilities are endless.
All joking aside, I am proud of my family and the up-bringing I had. I am also proud of how Randy and I are trying to raise our kids. I enjoy country life and I am glad I finally quit being ashamed of it!
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Never, EVER, be ashamed of being raised in the country. The roots go deep and you can never get away from it. You know Marty and I are about as redneck as you can get and most of the things on your list apply to us too!!!!! (especially the "what kind of meat are we eating" one!!!!!)
We love you guys and are blessed to call you friends AND family. Love you.
Andy
I can attest to the last one you mentioned. You see, I knew that grilled hamburger I ate at your mom's house tasted odd. And when I found out it was bear, I just let Caleb eat the rest.lol. Anyway, Tracy, you should've never been ashamed in the first place. I don't believe in ranks of class. God made this world to be diverse, because we need people from all different backgrounds. Yours far outweighs growing up with a brother who peed on me from up in a tree, and made "mud" pies with ingredients that only LOOKED like mud (at the age of 7, not 2).
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