Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I'm Hillbilly and So Can You

...like Colbert's book...get it? No. Sorry.

First and Foremost: This is a true story from when I was a little girl. I am now grown up and enjoy less hillbilly things. I like Starbucks, not Big Red. I like cute BIG bags, not fanny packs. I like bermuda shorts, not cut-offs. And you'll never catch me in a tye-dyed visor - never ever!!!! No offense to anybody who enjoys these things...they're just not my flavor.

For those of you who don't know I grew up in hillbillyville, Oklahoma. Also known as Burnt Cabin, OK.


Since I used to consider myself quite the hillbilly I thought I would comment on Kimba's blog and let her know that her family playing outside is nowhere near hillbilly. I would know. I grew up in a trailer on some land that my family settled on after the Trail of Tears that is (at the least!) half an hours drive from any sort of civilization. My cousin is a professional fisherman, I have a another cousin named Rhonda Jo who has a son named Bubba (not lying) and yet another cousin named Bully (real name).

For some odd reason I chose to tell her that we used to use our propane tank as a waterslide. I've been asked to explain how this worked.

First take a large propane tank. Try to find one that is smooth and not all rusted and bumpy from erosion (trust me, personal experience speaking). Something like this would work, although ours were painted white with big black spots. My aunt hoped it would make it look like a jersey cow.

Next, take a water hose and weave it through the handles on one side of the tank. The pic above doesn't show these handles because this is a picture of a NEW propane tank.

Finally, you need to turn on the waterhose and climb on top of the tank. Then slide down....just watch out for hazards.

No hillbillies were hurt in the posting of this blog...this little guy is fine according to the website I stole this picture from.

5 comments:

Kimba said...

Now THAT'S funny! I really couldn't wrap my head around this one so the pictures definitely helped.

Kristi said...

My maternal grandparents lived on a farm in NW Missouri. In the middle of no where. I'm sure I have enjoyed what are considered many hillbilly activities. I still have not prob with MY kids running around outside with no shoes on. I desperately want a clothes line and I am sad that my kids won't have the experience of playing in a junk pile and having the time of their lives amongst rusty parts. Oh, did I mention that they had no running water, so we got water from a pump from a well and went potty in an outhouse, or better yet just brought a roll of toilet paper with us when we went fishing. Oh, and riding in the back of grandpa's pick up was the thrill of a lifetime! Seriously. I miss it all (and there is much more), except the potty part.

Liz Harrell said...

This is hilarious! I grew up as a 'hillbilly' myself, north Arkansas... and I DID base the town on Eureka Springs! That's awsome that you've been there, it's my favorite place!

Tiffany said...

I just saw your message on Liz's blog about Eureka Springs. I live in NW Arkansas so I just wanted to come by and say hi!

Tiffany said...

You know, I really should have commented about your blog instead of just talking about myself. lol

I grew up in a trailer, but we had big city natural gas, no propane tank. Bummer, those slides sound fun. :) I added your blog to google reader so I can read your future posts.