Some fine folks have gotten together to throw Tanis from Attack Of The Redneck Mommy a baby shower. Only it's not for a baby. It's for the five-year-old boy she and her husband recently adopted. It takes a truly special and loving family to adopt a child with special needs. You guys are remarkable people, Tanis!
The participants of this shower were asked to answer one question: what makes you a redneck mommy or daddy? I've got to tell you: I'm not as much of a redneck as I used to be. I married up, so my wife does a pretty good job of keeping my redneck tendencies in check. But here are some things I still do that some may consider to be redneck:
- Shop at Wal-Mart. Yeah, I know we're not supposed to shop at Wal-Mart. Save the sermon, preacher man. While I don't make a weekly thing out of it, I have been known to drop in when I need something quick and cheap.
- Dress in flannel. Once the temperature gets below sixty, you'll find me dressed in a t-shirt underneath a flannel shirt. And pants, of course.
- Listen to redneck music. While I don't constantly listen to hair bands, I will pop a CD into the car every once in awhile, despite my wife's moaning.
- Fish. I used to fish all the damn time. It's fun and relaxing. I need to get reaquainted with my rod.
- I was in 4-H. I've reared countless pigs and sheep.
- I was a livestock judge and even won awards. It's safe to say I know my way around a sheep.
- For fun in high school, my friends and I would go crusining. For people who actually had lives, cruising is when you drive up and down the same half-mile stretch of road for several hours. Hundreds of other teenagers in my town participated in this social masturbation.
P.S. Between this post and the roast of Tanis, I think I've written more about her in 2009 than I have my own kids.
