I had an interesting visit with someone the other day. Now, keep in mind, I grew up in Arkansas. I'm quite the "hillbilly" inside. Anyway, I was sharing about when Eric and I lived in Harrison. We didn't have a big farm, just a few rabbits, chickens, and a garden. This poor lady began gagging in front of me! At first, I thought she was just joking, so I laughed.......folks, she wasn't kidding. Come to find out, she gets sick when she passes a chicken house, roadkill, or even hears the word "gut". She said that it was because she grew up in the North and had always lived in the city. I felt horrible, and I didn't even tell her anything really, no details. Bless her heart.
So, those of you with weak constitution, turn away now, cuz here's some stories on how redneck I am.
1 - When Eric and I were first married, we were very poor. We had 4 dogs, no money, and a pound of ground beef left....nothing else. So, he fed the dogs the ground meat, and he and I went squirrel hunting. Now, how redneck is that!!!
2 - Another time, before I was on the cane, I had driven up the road a piece (about 1/4 of a mile) and accidently hit a wild rabbit. Well, not wanting anything to go to waste, I promptly
- picked it up,
- threw it in the car,
- drove home, and
- fixed it up for supper.
Eric absolutely loves telling that story on me. Except he tells it that I fixed road-kill for supper. It was a dirt road! Does that count as road kill? I don't call it that. I call it, hunting game (rabbit) with a deadly weapon (car).
3 - When Eric and I lived in Harrison, and I was on a cane, I happened to notice a squirrel at the end of our front yard. So, I
- hobbled my way to the gun rack,
- hobbled to the hidden key,
- hobbled to the lock box,
- got everything ready, and
- hobbled outside to the porch.
- I stood on the porch,
- leaned against the post,
- took aim, and
- killed the squirrel.
- Hobbled to the squirrel,
- picked it up,
- hobbled to the tree by the house,
- hung it up by it's back legs,
- hobbled into the house,
- got a bowl and a knife,
- hobbled back out with said bowl and knife,
- skinned & gutted it,
- got it back in the house,
- cooked and ready before the boys got off the bus from school.
I didn't want the boys to be embarrassed by their Mom out there skinnin' squirrel. I was so proud to get it done before they got off the bus. Hillbilly at heart!
Now, back to the present!
Prom is this weekend, and guess who will be helping chaperon? Yep, me, Miss Redneck! I'm wearing an old Easter dress (non-formal). Eric will stay home and have a fun night with the boys. The after-prom shindig ends at 5:00AM. Yes, 5:00AM! Then I come home, shower, take a short nap, then get ready for church. Yippee. Can't you just feel my enthusiasm? Say extra prayers this weekend.
Eric took the boys fishing this evening. Poor things caught.....tree-bass, LOL!
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