Raising Rednecks

We knew it was a cultural blend when my California Surfer Dude asked this Southern Belle to be his wife. He teased me mercilessly for being an Atlanta Aristocratic Debutante and we wondered what hybrid our children would be with such cultural diversity in their family history. We figured that living overseas for the better half of their lives would contribute to socially adjusted, culturally aware, well rounded kids.

Ive been slow it admit it, but today confirmed....living on a lake in a small town in what is affectionately referred to as the armpit of the south (the Carolinas) has bred in these kids, just a bit of country flair!

Signs that you may be raising rednecks:

You actually know people who butcher and eat venison road kill.

Your sweet friend delivers eggs from a local hen farm on a weekly basis.

Your five year-old knows what skinny-dipping is.

A meat truck drives by delivering steaks out of a cooler in the back of a pick-up.

You reference "going into town".

You're not only on a first name basis, but have play dates with your pharmacist, and pediatric nurse.

You've ever had to vacate the house due to a malfunctioning septic tank.

A neighbor has yard art; an assortment of 13 toilets, fake floral arrangements, and a rebel flag displayed on his lawn.

Grocery shopping is a social outing.

Recess time for you homeschooled kids involves driving the John Deer to help daddy burn leaves in the back yard and chasing your sisters around with a three-foot snake.

And lastly, instead of an ice-cream truck chiming music, your kids beg for a dollar when Pete drives his "ice cream boat" by while blaring twangy Garth Brooks.

I have to admit, its strangely refreshing....livin' in the country!

...Ya'll knowhatimean?