I have never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished fifth grade a year before I did.

Nothing in life prepares you to be famous.

You might be a redneck if there are four or more cars up on blocks in the front yard.

You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.

We probably stagnate our children's emotional growth by not letting them have some separation from us.

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

You might be a redneck if you have to check in the bottom of your shoe for change so you can get Grandma a new plug of tobacco.