Saturday, October 20, 2007
You're a wha?!
A Pinkneck Girl!! Since some of you...Some of you who? No one reads this! Hahaha...may wonder what the heck a pinkneck is, I will attempt to make it clear as mud. I love barbequed pork with fried pickles AND sushi. I own a big Chevy truck that is loud and dirty AND a little Toyota Camry that is clean and fuel efficient. I drink ice cold beer AND Grey Goose tonic with lime. I listen to Rascal Flatts, Kanye West, Good Charlotte, Guns N Roses, Finger Eleven, Colbie Caillet, Tim McGraw and Justin Timberlake. I love riding my muddy four-wheeler AND in BMW convertibles. I drive to the city to buy coffee because what is sold out here in the country is completely unacceptable. There is an Amish grocery store here with a spice section that the city stores can't hold a candle to. I am at home standing around a big bonfire with lots of other red and pinknecked friends AND in posh restaurants, consuming bottles of fine wines with my girls. Pinknecked is a marriage of flexibility, tolerance, and appreciation for two very different lifestyles. Embrace the pinknecks of the world.
Monday, October 15, 2007
I am Pinkneck Girl.
Hello blogworld. Welcome to my little corner of cyberspace. I am Pinkneck Girl.
It all started with this little thing called love. Well, before that, but really with the love thing, it kind of stuck. I grew up in a small town, but in town. I was not a country girl. I didn't ride horses, farm or work cattle. I did what town girls did. I shopped, babysat, played Nintendo and hot rolled my hair. Then I went to college in the big city. I loved 24 hour grocery stores, being 2 miles from the mall and 27 different coffee shops.
Then girl met boy and bam! Pinkneck Girl was born. I soon discovered that I loved all the fun, country activities that my man did. He rode four-wheelers, hunted, fished, went muddin', rode horses, went to rodeos, shot archery, and lots of other non-town girl things. I was quickly hooked, especially since he took my out dancing at the clubs in the city on the weekends and willingly moved me from apartment to apartment to apartment during college. I mean, who wouldn't want to keep a man who has packed up and moved your precious shoe collection 11 times in 3 years???
I'm still not exactly sure how, but he managed to convince me of the country cool factor enough to get me to move to the boonies with him after we got married. Gasp! I gave up the city for teeny, tiny Huntsville, MO. So now, here I am, sharing my slice of pinknecked wonderfulness with you.
It all started with this little thing called love. Well, before that, but really with the love thing, it kind of stuck. I grew up in a small town, but in town. I was not a country girl. I didn't ride horses, farm or work cattle. I did what town girls did. I shopped, babysat, played Nintendo and hot rolled my hair. Then I went to college in the big city. I loved 24 hour grocery stores, being 2 miles from the mall and 27 different coffee shops.
Then girl met boy and bam! Pinkneck Girl was born. I soon discovered that I loved all the fun, country activities that my man did. He rode four-wheelers, hunted, fished, went muddin', rode horses, went to rodeos, shot archery, and lots of other non-town girl things. I was quickly hooked, especially since he took my out dancing at the clubs in the city on the weekends and willingly moved me from apartment to apartment to apartment during college. I mean, who wouldn't want to keep a man who has packed up and moved your precious shoe collection 11 times in 3 years???
I'm still not exactly sure how, but he managed to convince me of the country cool factor enough to get me to move to the boonies with him after we got married. Gasp! I gave up the city for teeny, tiny Huntsville, MO. So now, here I am, sharing my slice of pinknecked wonderfulness with you.
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