I'm not sure why but my family is certifiably 100% REDNECK. I mean, they all dont really mean to be pure rednecks but we were all just born into it...it is what it is. I guess some of us are proud to be red, others deny it but its still there. As for myself, I'm fine with it...until it gets embarrassing. I'm proud of my southern heritage and dont mind the twang in my talk at all. I'm glad I'm a southerner because I dont think I'd make it as a northerner.
Last night mom, Michael and I went to a new Italian restaurant my mom had heard of. Well, when we get there we are seated at a booth....that is until Michael decides to try to squeeze in next to mom in the booth and well, he doesnt exactly "fit" comfortably in the booth because it was one of those small ones...he proceeds to tell the waitress that obviously he's a "Large Man" therefor we need a table. She laughs and seats us at a nearby table. We pop open our menus and notice the prices are really kind of high-much higher than we were expecting! We order and then the redneck in us all comes out. This is a fancy pancy restaurant and we cannot act all proper and fancy like, its just not us at all. So we act our normal redneck self (being loud, laughing and carrying on) much to the embarrassment of my mother (who thinks she's proper when really she's just as bad as us). The meal was great-Michael and I got Stromboli that was bigger than anything I'd ever seen and it was delish. Well on our way up and out Mom knocks over a full glass of tea-ALL OVER our table. Nice finish to our redneck meal...that will be the last time we go there I'm sure of it. I really dont care what they thought of us because all in all we had a great time. A great time was had by all. I love my redneck family. Truly, I do. :)
