I just do. I just always have. People make fun of the good ol' country genre all the time (dogs, whiskey, tractors…we get it) but there's something to be said for sitting on the tailgate of a truck with friends, listening to country music on the radio and doing nothing more then bullshitting around. It's calm, it's fun, it's unpretentious and by the way, what's so wrong with dogs, whiskey and tractors? A few spices of life, them things be.
Slower pace of life. I tried moving to Vegas that one time, remember? Didn't work out too well. I'll stick to spending the weekend there every now and then…a few days is all that town can handle of me anyway.
"Reminds me of a Kid Rock song." A comment I received via Facebook regarding the above photo. Best. Compliment. Ever. Like, ever ever.
Lawn chairs. Almost every night by 6 pm, those chairs are full of country butts talking country stuff drinking country drinks. Every half hour or so we add another chair, because here where we come from, the more the merrier. Everyone is welcome. (Except for…well, you know.)
Country kids. And tons of 'em. Bike riding, 4-wheeling, slip 'n sliding, horse riding, rabbit chasing, snake hunting, dirt wrestling, chicken nuggets, chocolate milk and sprinklers. And pretty much, I'm jealous.
Speaking of snakes…
Snakes. We've had a plethora of snakes this season. There is a mass amount of new construction going on down the way, and they are dropping dynamite into the ground to break up the earth so they can build, and in turn, I assume the snake dens are getting disturbed and they are making their way to my humble abode. I. HATE. SNAKES. But, my kid loves them. Like, just the other day, he fished a dead headless rattlesnake that Rob had killed out of the garbage can and I found him jumping in the trampoline with it! What in the ever living world? I mean, furreal?!
Bonfires. Obviously.
Extracurricular activities. We can golf out our backyard, shoot bebe guns at beer cans (or coyotes) and have all the naked outdoor sex we want. Yes, that we can.
Country guys. Sorry not sorry, but country guys are just made a little different. Dare I say, a little better? I know I have a man that is loyal to the core. Providing for his family is absolute number one on his life list and if the dishwasher breaks or the lawn mower putters out, my country boy doesn't have to call someone else to fix it. He puts his family first above all else and damn Gina if my country guy isn't country gorgeous.
Truths. If my country boy comes home, grabs a baseball bat, declares "I may end up in jail tonight" and then takes off in his Dodge, I know two things for sure: 1) this is gonna make for one hell of a good story and 2) that bastard deserved it.
Free spirits. Not sure exactly what it is, but in my country experience, country people are just amazing. Laid back, entertaining, non-sanctimonious, free with the wind and f*ck all the nonsense because dammit, we are country people and all we wanna do is have some fun!
George, Randy, Blake and Luke. That's all.
ps Kid Rock? Yes, I'm totally
available for your next music video.