Little Girl “Trailer Trash”A Redneck Woman...
This little girl is 2 and she doesn’t look too “Redneck” in my opinion. She looks a little like she’s wishing they would leave her alone and stop making her sit still long enough to have her picture taken. On the other hand, the woman on the right looks to be the “Redneck” sort, even though she isn’t smiling the way she normally would... “Glamour Shots” sure can fool you, though... the “Real” Redneck woman is this one... sitting on the ground, probably smoking a Marlboro while she rests from helping her husband drag brush and finish up a “tree job” they’ve been working on most of the day. Now... that is a “Redneck Woman”... a woman who can work beside her husband, dragging brush and loading wood and doing just about anything else she needs to do - in order to help her husband earn a living.
Real “Redneck Women” don’t often look that much like Gretchen Wilson & they don’t normally sing like she can either, but they usually do live in trailers and wear camouflage, drink beer and smoke Marlboro reds, have a few tattoos from nights out drinking with friends and have their fair share of wrinkles - not only from grinning, but from grieving.
Real “Redneck Women” are the ones who take your money at the cash registers you visit, the waitress who uses your tip to buy her kids diapers & formula, the “trailer trash” that doesn’t know she’s “trailer trash” until someone takes her into their house and she feels more uncomfortable than if they’d taken her into the White House. I’ve been there and done that ... and bought the t-shirt... the one that says “Trailer Trash” in big, bold letters across the front. I guess you might say I’m proud of my status or un-status... as a “Redneck Woman”.
I turned 39 years old this year and I’ve been through more “crap” than the average woman. I’ve spent 22 of those years living with a guy who thinks he’s God and I never have been capable of living up to his expectations. Still, I love the parts of him that don’t make me feel worse than I already feel about the mistakes I’ve made and the regrets I’ve known, the faults and flaws that sometimes make me feel like I’m a accident waiting to happen. His words are “some people never learn”... I guess that’s a hint, because I have this tendency to reach for the stars, then find myself lying flat faced against the ground.
There are parts of me that I don’t like... but I can’t help liking even some of those parts that I don’t like. Call it “Rebel”... after all, I am from the South. But, some days, I just can’t help turning my good intentions into a roller-coaster ride of emotions and passions. I ‘bitch’, whine, cry, yell and scream and wish I was woman enough to throw something ... as I have in the past. I guess I’ve grown some though... I haven’t thrown a thing in so long I can’t remember... I hate all these feelings I have, yet I love them too. It’s a strange and crazy world. And, my husband tells me... more often than I care to hear it... that I’m Crazy as they come.
He calls me crazy... but he’s made me crazy. At least, that’s what I use for my excuse most of the time. Yet, in some ways, it’s true. He’s a great guy, don’t let my frustrations and irritations fool you. I love him more than I could have imagined possible at one point. Yet, he has his issues... some with anger, some with intimacy, some with just loving without conditions, some with acceptance and tons with forgiveness. If you ever do anything to piss this guy off, he never forgets it and he NEVER lets you live it down. That is one of his worst points... that, and the fact that he’s like most men, a male chauvinist pig - and, the worst of the worst about him... he resorts to domestic violence when I simply refuse to agree with him and give him too much “hell”... by “hell” I mean bitching about something like other women. I admit to being the jealous sort and he knows exactly how to push my buttons.
But, I can’t possibly tell you all about the “REAL” redneck woman I consider myself to be... on one tiny page. I’ll tell you a few stories and let you decide if you’re interested in reading more as I go...
By the way, this Redneck Woman, despite all of her faults and flaws, and despite her self-description as “trailer trash” has a faith in Jesus Christ that I believe is basically the ONLY thing that keeps me sane in this crazy little world I live in. So, for what it’s worth... to Jesus, I’ll tell you about some of my experiences with Him, too... and you decide if I’m Crazy or not. Not that it really matters to me what you think of me, so long as God thinks of me as His child.... I’m going to be just fine!!!
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