posted by erin on Jan 8
“You boys ever met a real country girl?I’m Talkin, true blue, out in the woods, down home country
She’s a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy’s sweet money done jacked it up
She’s a party-all-nighter from South Carolina, a bad Mama jama from down in Alabama
She’s a ragin’ cajun, a lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swingin’ walk, brother she’s all
Country, (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She’s country, from the songs she plays to the prayer she prays,
That’s the way she was born and raised, she ain’t afraid to stay, country
Brother she’s country”
I’m a country girl, perhaps not THAT country, as in the above mentioned song, but I like to think I’ve got me some roots. I grew up on an acreage with lots of big trees, plenty of room to run around, places to build forts, and lots of fun old buildings that made the world of make believe incredible. And now, as an adult, I’m dreaming of moving to the country again, having a yard (with trees), a garden, and a tractor.
Perhaps I don’t really LOOK like the type to fit into that scene, and truthfully, I haven’t quite figured out yet how my wardrobe will work out for me, but I’ll probably have to modify, lol! Not to mention, at the first sign of a breeze I’m sure I’ll be having some kind of conniption about my hair being messed up. I don’t think they make hairspray for country living…at least not for our part of the country where warm weather usually means some wind. Sigh.
I’ve decided I’m going to be a redneck…with style! If that’s even possible. In the attempt to begin the transformation, I’ve started listening to country music. Or maybe I’m just getting lame in my old age, but whatever the case, I’ve noticed that country music has a *thing* for tractors! Let me tell you, there is nothing more redneck than having a tractor and thinking it’s sexy! Buuuutttt…somehow, some way, these songs have made me yearn, nay, OBSESS about getting a tractor of my very own. It was at the moment I realized that I HAD to have a tractor, that I decided to just embrace the inevitable fact…if I get one, think it’s sexy and listen to music about it, I WILL be a redneck!
So if I’m gonna be one, I’ll be one with some flair!
I’m thinking pink. With a bucket in the front so I can dig and move stuff. Maybe a little something like this…
Ain’t she perty?! Makes my heart beat just a little faster. I’m seriously considering starting a pink tractor savings fund. I told Jer he could buy me one for my 30th birthday. THAT would be an awesome gift!!
And the transformation would be complete! Hehe. 