It's official, I am a Redneck! Don't get me wrong, this is actually a fact I've been well aware of for many years. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in a town with not one single stoplight. Or maybe it has something to do with the way my family says certain words:
Monday = Mondee
For = fer
Beer = Bud
Yet, I've always tried to rise above the redneck blood pulsing through my veins. I drink wine that doesn't come out of a box. There is meat in my freezer that I didn't personally kill. And my curtains come in colors different from camouflage.
And yet, when I sat with friends at a fundraiser for the kid's daycare last Friday night and they began to tell my husband and I how they were selling their pop-up camper for an upgraded version I thought to myself, "what a fabulous addition for our family." With a pop-up we are certain to camp more, spend more time together, and create more memories for our children that they will cherish.
Three days later we took a look at the pop-up and agreed to purchase it. So excited I called my parents to let them know of our new purchase. Immediately my dad (a redneck and damn proud of it) laughs, making fun of his new redneck grandchildren. I jokingly told him when we hit the campgrounds I'd throw Travis out of the camper with no shirt on and a Budweiser in his hand to guarantee our spot. Dad says, "oh no, you're an RV owner now, he'll have to drink PBR." At this comment I nearly choked!!! Why you ask? Because, all kidding aside, when we went to look at the RV the owner came out with a PBR in his hand!! Coincidence? I don't think so!
Regardless, I'm excited about our new purchase and the adventures our family will take. And if my kids come out of these adventures declaring that "On Mondee they'll be reddy fer a Bud," well so be it!