HOLY CRAP! Does This Mean I’ve Become An RVing ‘REDNECK’?

There are certain things that come with being a Redneck, right? My definition?

People who have or like things such as:

1. 4WD trucks (I need one badly)
2. Farmers tans
3. Guns
4. Mullets
5. Wal-Mart
6. Nascar-lovers
7. Bad Tattoos

You get the picture?

So, a few days ago as I was scrolling through photos to use for another story.  I found myself saying “Hmmmmm… I’m not sure I want to use THAT photo- It’ll make me look like a Redneck!”

So the question is:

Do I Have To Claim Redneck RVer Status?

Don’t forget… much of the time, I live in the woods. Sometimes down by a river. On dirt roads. I’ve tried to go ‘4 wheeling’ in my 2WD.

Anyway, take a look for yourself:

 Rope swing. Yeah- looks Rednecky to me.

 Wearing a boat on my head. Redneck? Or just Country?

Wait, shooting a BB gun? TOTAL Redneck move! If you don’t think so, look at my shorts. CAMO????!! I bought them (from Wal-mart) thinking they would help me see more animals in the wild on hikes. (BAAAA-HAHAHA!)

Speaking of Wal-Mart…

All summer long, I have been accused of ‘stalking’ another RVer who has been illegally moochdocking in the Durango Wal-Mart ALL. SUMMER. LONG.

It became sort of a game… EVERY time I went into Durango to hit Wally World, I would have to look for him. Only didn’t see him one time. He was probably was getting gas. Every time I saw him, I felt oddly satisfied.

I had noticed the little rickety RV the very first day I rolled into town. I noticed him again the next visit and thought, ‘Is that the same RV? Can’t be… ‘ -but it was.

He’s been in Durango since at LEAST the beginning of June, until I left Colorado very recently. So, I’ve been to Wal-Mart a lot.

Wal-Mart + stalking = Redneck?

More Proof Of Potential Redneck Status:

 Horses right outside my door… Redneck?? (Actually, I loved it. Redneck or not)

This one has nothing to do with being Redneck, but I thought I would include it for pure entertainment value:

Kelly= A Total Mess In The Kitchen.

The crock pot photo- it’s cracked. Why? Because I was too lazy to take the food out. So I put the pot on the glass stove, straight from the fridge, to heat it up. It cracked.
The skillet? Cooked up some meat.

The meat on the floor? Oops, dropped it.

The spaghetti? I picked it up to make and the open end was ‘down’. (And why is it on the bed?)

Oatmeal? Tried to pick it up by the top, and it warped and opened.

The top left photo- just to show you I’m a mess in a house as well. Oh yeah.

More Redneck Moves:

 Fishing. I’m not a fan. I don’t want to hurt the fish. I won’t be fishing anymore. So, I guess we can’t include this in the Redneck evaluation.

 Good grief, a photo in front of a woodpile? Guys drinking PBR? ‘NECK! 😂

 I let my Chihuahua get THIS dirty??? Shouldn’t she be dressed in some sort of foo-foo garment? (No, no, no, no…) Ok, she’s pretty much never this dirty. NEXT!

 I have peed off of this trail. I have also done the other, off this trail. Off of a river. Off of a boat. Brought toilet paper. ‘Necky?

Using an apple cord for a ponytail holder??? Is that Redneck or not? Either way, it was a MacGyver move.

 “EEEWW! Dude! We didn’t want to see your nasty (but cutely shaped) foot!” I know,  but… does this make me a Redneck?

I know,  but… does this make me a Redneck? NO! This one doesn’t.

Why?

My feet got this dirty from walking barefoot inside my rental house… BEFORE I cleaned the floors! 😖 (I recently went back to Florida to get my house ready for new renters.) Yes, it was that dirty. 😞

HERE I am avoiding getting struck by a wild fly fishing line behind me. Feeling necky…

 MORE guns?? And this is a ‘real’ gun. Practicing shooting. I own three guns. This is not one of them. Redneck?

AAAAAAND lastly, I even took a photo of my awesome shot (the center hole). Feeling pretty ‘necky right about now. 😂

That’s it. It doesn’t seem as bad when I put the photos into a story. (Thank god.)

No, I don’t really think I am a Redneck, this was meant for fun, but hell, you tell me! 😂

Thank you for sharing this story with me- it’s not as fun to do it all alone!

The End. Gizmo’s end, that is. 😉