One of the bloggers I've come to love, adore and continually laugh my ass off with is Tanis of Redneck Mommy fame.
I've followed Tanis' journey to adopt a child with special needs for some time and was positvely oozing with joy (get your mind out of the gutter) when she recently announced that after a looong crazy adventure she'd gotten the call she'd waited for. They'd found a five year old boy needing a "forever home".
Upon learning the news, I commented on her site, "I've never been happier for someone I don't actually know" (which was actually quite funny to admit. Because seriously the blogosphere makes me feel like I know people that I totally don't - because I've, uh, read the intimate details of their lives on the interwebs every day).
Ahem, but on to matters at hand. These saucy ladies are throwing la redneck a huge shower and well I reckon' I'd like to participate.
My challenge: to write a post with the theme "You know you're a Redneck Mommy (or Daddy ) when"
With that, I give you three (previously written) posts, that while not written to illustrate mine (and my family's) penchant for all that is rednecky, after reading I'm convinced that they do.
My hubby and son pee outside
Horses sleeping overnight in my yard in suburbia
My hubby keeps junky cars at our house (ok yeah I know they are supposed to be in the yard on blocks...but whatevs)
So there you have it: my contribution to the The Great Rootin' Tootin' Shootin' Redneck Shower!
Congrats and much love to Tanis and her family.
8 comments:
I am all weepy with these redneck admissions.
It's so nice to know I'm not the only one out here. Heh.
Thank you so much for the lovely post and the internet love. Bloggy friends have made my day.
Peeing outside is way more fun than people realize. ;-)
How can you tell if a redneck is married?
There is tobacco spit stains on BOTH sides of his pickup truck.
OK, I stole that one, but I felt I had to contribute and I'm not American so it's a bit harder to write one off-the-cuff!
I pick my nose, don't wear clothes that fit me and pop my zits with the compass I used in high school. Do I qualify for a redneck?
Every time I see mention of peeing outside I think of my BIL's wedding in Belgium. The reception was at the bride's house and literally every. single. man walked right past the available bathroom to pee in the yard. It was like there was a pee pond in the backyard by the time the night was over. Who knew Belgians were so redneck?
I guess I'm right there in the Redneck neighborhood with you!
Redneck is a WAY OF LIFE...here in Hillbilly Hades....I am not even sure where to start!
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