You Might Be a Redneck If...

I grew up hearing all of Jeff Foxworthy's "you might be a redneck if..." jokes. My grandpa was obsessed with them. I suppose the fact that I grew up roasting cochon de lait (suckling pigs) on a spit in the front yard of a fishing camp or going hunting for snapping turtles didn't register in my mind that I was a "redneck." Still doesn't. My boys may be slightly obsessed with wearing camo, but I wouldn't call us rednecks. I may have a love/hate relationship with hogs head cheese and fatty cracklings, but I wouldn't call us rednecks. 

Until going to our friends' kid's birthday party last weekend. We all have our kids around the same age and they've been friends since our first were crawling. We went out to their new land to find a redneck Mecca - an old motor cross track turned farm. They had taken one of the hills, dug a ditch at the bottom, covered it in visqueen, and stuck a hose and sprinkler at the top. Put it all together and what do you have: a water slide! 

The kids loved it! T would slide down until right before the water but not get in, he is his daddy's son. Auds was a water baby and didn't want to get out. Drum just watched with glee. Then everyone went mud riding. Almost makes me want to get some land. But then I remember I already have to drive far enough to the store and I don't want to make the trip any longer. ;)