officially redneck

i met my friend at the mall this weekend and we had fun shopping and sampling smoothies at the food shops. her husband was out mud bogging . this is an official redneck sport, where you take your truck, attempt to drive it through tons of mud, to prove that your truck is the biggest, baddest truck out there. with any luck, you won't break an axle... or chip a tooth as you get thrown about like a rag doll inside the cab.

i happen to think this fine sport sounds exciting, although i've never actually been to an actual event. i went snow bogging with a friend once, and we almost flipped his truck after he tried to jump something and we went airborne. but alas, we escaped unscathed and thought it was quite fun. but as to going to one of these events, i either have to work, or when i CAN go, nick doesn't want to. he mocks my redneck roots. but they're rubbing off on him!!! HA!

the other day, it was very hot, and he was walking around the house in just his boxers. but then i went outside to check the garden and he followed me. outside.

"you can't go outside like that!" i said, horrified.

he rolled his eyes. "no one can even SEE us way out here," he said, completely unconcerned.

so, i walked around the yard, and checked on the horses, and we talked back and forth as he stood on the porch.

after a while, a car drove by, and i waved. as they passed i remembered nick was still outside. i looked up to the house to see if he'd gone inside yet, and saw him cowering behind the house, waiting for the car to go by. Somewhat redfaced, he grinned at me sheepishly. Guess he hasn't gone compeletly hick yet.