Why I be the way I be

So, my second blog in one day. Now, do not be getting all excited or anything; this will not be a regular occurence. But, somehow there was a major error made in the computer system that I use at work, so now I basically get to sit on my butt and look good for the next 3 hours. So, a bloggin' I shall go.

The title of this blog is the "Classiest Piece of White Trash You Will Ever Meet". When registering my account, this was actually the first thing that came to mind. Those who know me probably think this is a dead-on description, but for those of you cyber-strangers this might not make sense, especially since I have no profile information filled in descibing myself, and my profile picture is skanky-ish, but not very trashy [although notice the camo gear!]

Here are some things that others have used to remind me that I am White-Trash:

*My house is surrounded by cornfields. Now, this doesn't necessarily make one white trash. But, a rural setting is where you will find about 90% of the nations rednecks, and 60% of white-trash citizens.

*My father. Love him dearly as I do, he is a true redneck. As you can see by my profile photo, I am a redhead. I get this from him. He has a big, bright, orange beard. His standard uniform of dress is a pair of Wrangler jeans and a Flannel shirt, complete with a baseball cap of some sort--usually a camo one. Even though my fathers works at the nuclear power station a la Homer Simpson [I will save their similarities for another blog] he still engages in various redneck activies.

An avid hunter, we have a seperate freezer in our basement devoted just to storing game meat. There are 2 dear racks, 5 turkey fans, and two fish on the walls of my basement. Growing up, it was not unusual for me to pull my car into the garage and see a recently slaughtered deer hanging upside down from the ceiling, tongue out and all.
Because my father is such a sportsman, I have grown to love the taste of wild meats. I have consumed deer, moose, squirrel, frog, various aquatic creatures, wild turkey, phesant, and probably many other animals that I was not aware of. I salivate at the thought of deer jerky.

*My lack of standards: As my lovely roomate Ash constantly reminds me, my standards are much, much lower than her own. Granted, this girl has some very high standards--she's very classy.

Boozery: I believe that an liquer tastes great with coke. Tequila and coke? Tasty--and even though Ashley won't admit it, she sure slammed it that night I made it for her. I like beer. I will drink any kind of beer, but I am choosy as to what beer I drink and when. Bud products are acceptable for drinking for pleasure. However, Busch and Keystone are only acceptable for drinking games, where I will not feel ashamed if I spill [although I will still lick it up] Old Style and Milwaukee's Best are old man beers, and PBR basically means I'm broke and this is all I can afford. See? That's one area where the classy in me comes in. I also enjoy me a good Heineken [the hollander beer!]

Eating: I am not a picky eater. I will put just about anything in my mouth. There are very few foods that I do not like. Banannas, for example. I love the bananna flavor, and I will eat things such as bananna bread and bananna candy, but I will not eat an actual bananna. Something about the squishy texture makes me feel uncomfortable. I also do not like cold salads--such as pasta salad, macaroni salad, potato salad, and coleslaw. Again, the cold, slimy texture. Ewww...
Food I cannot live without: Potato chips and french onion dip, cottage cheese, milk, wheat bread, deer jerky, kool-aid/tang, tuna fish, catfish, pop-tarts, lucky charms, oreos, and peanut butter. We already discussed my love of wild meats, so I think we will just leave that alone.

People I Associate With: I love people. I also try not to just people. So, if you are a toothless slackjaw named Cletus, and you make me laugh, you are cool in my book. I am not always a good judge of character--bascially, I'm just looking for someone to have a good time with [and not in the sexual way]. Which means occassionaly I hang out with people I should not. Thankfully Ash doesn't let me bring them back to the apartment!

My Ideas of Fun: Include drinking, mischef making, driving around, shopping sometimes [again, the classy rearing it's head!], being crafty, and anything athletic. For fun, my friends and I would often have a bonfire and just get tanked. Sometimes we would drive around the country roads and see if we could get lost. To really challenge ourselves, we would wander in the cornfields and do the same thing. I have been hunting before. And I love to fish--I think it is actually very relaxing. I love townie bars--don't give me that dance club shit. Sure, every so often I am in the mood to go out and go dancing, but even then it's usually at the "alternative livestyle" clubs. Give me that bar with beer lights, more flannel on the patrons than on the shelves at Paul's, Cabella's signs on the walls, and at least one stuffed animal mounted on the wall.

...This will need to be continued later. My system is back up and going!!!