Ain't No High-Class Broad

My apologies to my mother, who is probably having convulsions over both the grammar and the vocabulary in that statement. Country music fans, however, will recognize the line from Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman," and this post is about the last night of the Rodeo, and the Gretchen Wilson concert.

Before the concert,they have the actual Rodeo events. Calf-roping, team roping, bullriding, bronc riding, etc. Now, these are a bunch of down-home good ol' country boys, right? So you expect a bunch of Joes and Bobbys and maybe a Bo orLuke... a Mike and a Matt and such... But we also had cowboys like Timber, Clay, Sterling, Kolby, Ryle, Rowdy, and Bonner. There were probably other odd names too, but those were the ones I caught once I noticed the pattern and started writing them down. I'm sure my mother in law wondered what the hell I was doing with my pen and notebook, jotting stuff down as the cowboys were introduced, but whatever.

Yep, my mother in law. Because, as has been our custom for several years now, it was a family affair. Me, all three of my girls, mom in law, sister in law, and niece. Quite a crowd, and some of them people I wouldn't normally be around if given a choice. But we had a good time. The concert was fabulous, as it was last year. In addition to her own songs, Gretchen did Heart's "Barracuda" and a Led Zeppelin song,the name of which escapes me (I sang just a bit of it to Cole that night, and it was on the tip of his tongue but neither of us quite remembered.) But as I was dancing in my seat and singing along, wearing my jeans and my purchased-there "Here 4 the Party" sleeveless ribbed tank top, I realized... yeah... sometimes I really am just a redneck woman, no high-class broad. I mean, I do clean up good. I know how to look and sound and even sometimes act quite respectable. But there are times when I do feel more comfortable just being down-home and casual... and yes, sometimes even a little trashy.

Live with it. ;)