I suppose it won't be much of a surprise that I grew up in a home that one might call "redneck" or "hick"... it comes with the territory. But I have to admit, I miss that in the city. I miss listening to really loud country music, and knowing that even 16 year olds are probably all ready seasoned drinkers and could easily put me under the table with their tobacco habits. In a lot of places, it seems odd. But to us, people use phrases like "hot shit" and "what a fucker" -- where swearing doesn't matter, where dirty jokes are on the dinner menu, and where at the end of the day your dad will be on the phone with your ex-fiance just because they miss going drinking together.
And so I leave tomorrow, back to my city and my home and my life, but even will all the oddities I've witnessed these last few days I'm glad I came to visit.
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I completely understand. We used to stick paper plates on the back fence for target practice. It is so reassuring to go back and find that things haven't changed - I can still get my Dad to do a shot with me. I'm glad you had a nice visit.
I have the exact opposite dilemma, I am a DC girl who is trying to adjust to her new redneck world. I am learning all sorts of things in Alaska, like how duct tape is a magic cure all, and beer is not just for dinner.
Yay for target practice! Got a great quote on that this past week actually...
After hitting his firt bullseye ever, my little cousin is coming with all of us to a baby shower. His older sister asks if he's clean, his response? "Ummm... I have gun powder on me."
Alaska: Good luck up there, and yes, always keep a roll of duct tape with you. A girl in my class in high school went to our prom in a duct tape dress: anything is possible.
'Visit' being the key word.
Trust me.
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