I’m a redneck.
Not because I was born in Alabama and spent most of my life there. And not because I now live in Georgia. And definitely not in the sense of chawin’ tobaccy and watching NASCAR.
I’m a redneck because I spent most of hottest portion of Sunday out in the hot sun. I finally got around to starting a project of refinishing some old dressers for our kids — a project that Susan has been asking me to get done for quite some time now. We first had to clear a bunch of boxes out of our garage in order to get to said dressers. But the garage is packed to the gills with stuff, so the actual work had to take place in our driveway.
As a result, I now have a quite prominent farmer’s tan (hey, wow, no Wikipedia entry yet!). My forearms have a slight sunburn, and my face less so. But the back of my neck is very lobsterized. I quite literally have a red neck. Ouch.
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Haha – I was wondering what a “Redeck” was
Its funny that most people think Redneck is a bad thing, LOL I guess for the ignorant people, kind of like Yankee!
Redneck came about because of just that, short neck hairs causing sunburns.
The hair was not supposed to touch the collar of your Sunday-go-to-church best button up shirt.
I remember several years ago this guy was in a video, singing some song about being a redneck. He had long hair, leather pants, leather studded bracelet and his shirt mostly unbuttoned. I told him (via the television screen) that he ought to come see some of the good ol’ boys I know and they’ll take care of his identity crisis by bathin’, dressin’, and shavin’.
Heh! Redneck’s ain’t that bad.
And they’re not always dumb, either.
Here’s a website about being both a smart computer guy and a redneck:
http://www.redneckcomputergeek.com