You might be a redneck if in an effort to watch your cholesterol, you eat Spam Lite.

You might be a redneck if you've ever stolen toilet paper from a public restroom.

You might be a redneck if you think that beef jerky and Moon Pies are two of the major food groups.

I turned down a movie this summer because it was nine weeks in Vancouver and my oldest daughter is 14. I've got four more summers with her. I'm not giving away nine weeks of her summer to go do a silly movie.

We really didn't have the option of being couch potatoes when I was growing up. There were only three television channels and the only kid's programming was on Saturday morning. We always played outside until we could hear Mom calling us (not by cell phone but with her hands cupped around her mouth) that it was dinner time.

If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.

I would love for someone to offer me a serious part in something. I don't know if I could even pull it off, but I would like to be the cowboy that rides off and someone shoots him off the horse in the middle of town. Just a serious role. It wouldn't have to be a big one.