Have you heard the news? The great, wonderful, heartfelt news?!
(Please, control your reaction. I, Queen of Shake Shake, am fully capable of making up words like heartfeltedness, and I can even feel that emotion. Even when I sit here on a Sunday morning with a bit of a hangover from Mardi Gras celebrations, I can celebrate someone’s wonderful news.)
I’m breaking my usual No Weekend Posting/Get a Life, Heather! rule because the beautimous Tanis, The Redneck Mommy, is celebrating the adoption of her new son and The Internetz People are throwing her a virtual baby shower.
As part of the shower games, we are not going to pass around a diaper smeared with jarred baby food, and in my hungover state, for that I am grateful. Instead, we’re going to tell how we ourselves are redneck mommies.
Dear reader, I’ve tried and tried to think of how I’m a redneck mommy and I can’t come up with ANYTHING!
The only explanation there must be for this (and it’s not that I’m hungover) is that I’m from Alabama and redneckness is so indoctrinated in me that it’s second nature and just our natural way of life.
See, I’m so redneck I don’t even notice.
Does it get anymore authentic than that? I don’t think so.
(Or it’s entirely possible I’m the Anti-Christ of the South and the only full-blooded, born and raised in ‘Bama non-redneck in existence.)
(I’m sorta hoping I’m the Anti-Christ. I think it’d be fun.)
Congratulations Tanis! I’m so excited and happy and thrilled (and all those other ooey-gooey feelings I don’t know how to articulate) for you and your family!
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I am a Southern girl too. I don’t consider myself a redneck mommy either but maybe I am and just don’t realize it. I always tried to instill respect, grace, kindness and good manners in my children. Is that a Southern thing? Hope not. Is it redneck? I doubt it.
I do not know that I LOVE grits and I am a G.R.I.T.S. woman.
Coco
Aw, congrats to Tanis!
I’m over in Mississippi, and I honestly can’t say that I’m redneck. I’m not a mommy yet (which would be a really good thing, since I’m, you know, FOURTEEN) but I don’t think that I’ll be a redneck mommy when I get to be one. But, then again, I wasn’t raised here.
My mom’s definitely not a redneck mommy. Sometimes I really think she’s from New York and hasn’t told anybody, because she’s got that whoopass, knock-you-block-off NYC attidude.
i vote for anti-christ…and when i first read ‘bama non-redneck” i thought Obama, rather than alabama…it was confusing and happy.
Congratulations to Redneck mommy! And if you’re the anti-Christ, I don’t feel so bad about my fall from grace.
“I’m sorta hoping I’m the Anti-Christ.”
HA! Love it…
Though you *HAVE* blogged about Wal-Mart. That’s got to give you SOME redneck points, right?
Anti-Christ *snort*
Congrats to Tanis! That is beyond wonderful.
Well, if you’ve ever put sweet tea in your child’s sippy cup or let them walk through the grociery store with no shoes on then I would say that you may be a redneck mommy! Otherwise, I think you are free and clear of redneck mommydom!Congrats to Tanis on her new addition!
yay to tanis.
and…the anti-christ??? i think…i just became a little tiny bit afraid of you. but then again…if you ask my in-laws…that status has been taken…by me!!
I agree. After some of the stories I have read, I thought have that is just a normal Southern weekend. Although, I can point out some of my Redneckness, like, letting my son run around outside in nothing but a diaper and Crocs. Or making sure the names we give our kids sound good when yelled out a back door. I have told my kids to hike up their britches and stop their catawauling. I have even eaten roadkill stew. We do like to fancy ourselves high fluting Rednecks, so maybe we are slowly moving up in the world.
And anyone can become a Redneck. My grandparents were born and raised in Chicago, but they cemented our Redneck traits. My father has the thickest Southern accent for a Yankee I have ever heard. So you don’t have to be born in the South to love all that it offers.
And my girl crush on you grows even bigger.
*Swoon*
Thank you so much for helping to welcome my new son home and into the internet.
(And you can’t be the Anti-Christ. My mother still swears I am. Wink.)
Congratulations to the Redneck Mommy!
Perhaps we are both the Anti-Christ, I don’t consider myself a redneck even if I am from Alabama. My family is a different story, but we won’t go there. heh!