Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Reality check

Well, I have read with interest, and a smile, Miss Bee's musings about the south and rednecks. I thought they were funny, and the pictures cracked me up. The riding mower and palm pilot were my favorites. But considering myself to be in a class by myself, I did not see any reason to check off the list to make sure that I didn't qualify as a redneck.
Recent events make me wonder.
Now, I eat my chicken with my fingers because I just DO. I drive a pickup truck because I am a homeowner, and too cheap to pay for delivery for stuff. I just bought this truck, and I like it plenty, but it is my FIFTH truck. It is a five speed standard shift. I can drive a stick , and do it real good! Still no need for me to start worrying, is there. I'm just a cheap, do-it-yourself-er that likes to shift gears, yeah, a little country, and a little rock and roll. I can live with that.
Reality slapped me right in the kisser today, I never saw it coming.
I thought I was being funny. At least I was amusing myself.
After buying my truck and putting my "husky(tm)" floor mats in it, I trotted right off to get the latest in accessories for my new ride.
I didn't see anything at Walmart (clue) but at some point I knew exactly what my truck needed. The latest in high tec weatherproofing, yep, that's what I need. So off go to the local thrift and I look and look finally finding exactly what I need! I rush home and excitedly go to work, I want it to look just right!
In the midst of my frenzy I look down and it hits me.... I MAY after all be a redneck!
There on the table in front of me was undeniable evidence!! It was the ultimate in redneck hitch protectors.... And I HAD to have one! As the carnage lay in front of me I began to see the ugly truth, Miss Bee MAY have been talking about ME!!!
Poor babydoll, laying there separated from her head ! I could hear that little hollow head thinking dumb-ass redneck, and she aint even a little kid , (I AM TOO!) I thought.

But see, the fact is that the absolute last word in redneck rust prevention for you trailer hitch is exactly this, a rubber babydoll head! Tennis balls are for soccer moms.
The rubber babydoll head has a way of giving any truck that special eye-appeal, sure does! Take a look fer yerself! And you jes wait till I git some screens in the windows on that cap! Then I'm gonna git me a blow-up mattress, and go RV'in

The only saving grace I can cling to in reference to this redneck reality check is this one little thing. Actually it is the one thing that made me choose THIS babydoll over the others. MY babydoll has purple hair ! (and so do I) So I guess, hope or whatever, that I still quality as a "little bit country and a little bit rock and roll" . I hate to use that phase cause it makes me thing of those dweebs Donnie and Marie (yuk)
Tomorrow I am gonna put her hair in pigtails!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

omg jj, you are a redneck my friend, there is no doubting it in this whole wide world. nope...
now, being a redneck AND a hairdresser, i think you should "do" her hair different each day, you know, pigtails, big hair, well, i guess that's about it, pigtails and big hair. she's a cutie.....bee

Anonymous said...

The northern folk use tennis balls, but yours is funnier.

who wouda thunk it?? said...

Mike, I swear, the rubber babydoll head is the thing out in Loxahatchee (we're talking burn your garbage in a 55 gal drum neighborhood)

Anonymous said...

I didn't know you were a blogger, too! Good, another blog to enjoy. I liked the one about Rachel.
I think the doll looks a little like you. ;-)

Anonymous said...

now jj you need to post another little story cause every time i open this up i see that horrid face a'lookin at me and it's just scary..... ya hear? bee