You might be a redneck if the first words out of your mouth every time you see friends are Howdy!, Hey! or How Y'all Doin'?
It's like cuddling with a Butterball turkey.
You might be a redneck if you have a color coordinating rope that ties down your car hood.
You might be a redneck if in an effort to watch your cholesterol, you eat Spam Lite.
You might be a redneck if your pocketknife has ever been referred to as Exhibit A.
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.