my hubby always makes fun of me because i’ve lived in the D.C area all my life but couldn’t tell you how to get around if my life depended on it! i have the WORSE sense of direction! when people say- hop on 495 south and head north then east for whatever miles…forget about it! one of our first dates was a double date with one of my good friends. we went to a jazz club out in D.C which both of us had never been to. well, we made it, and somehow on the way home we took a wrong turn and ended up by the pentagon. go figure. i’m even worse with trying to read a map. you can give me a map but all i’ll do is just stare blankly at it! he laughs that i grew up in the area and i’m more clueless about it than he is! but, in my defense, i always had a ride everywhere!
my husband is originally from Michigan, in a small town called Fremont. i’ve only been there once. i don’t know when i’ll be going back. i have nothing against small towns. in fact it seems like it would be nice every now and then to have quiet rather than the loud suburb clanging all the time! but on the other hand his small town was almost too small. there was nothing going on and the local store was a super walmart- which my husband refuses to go to and i’ve even started boycotting myself (for lots of reasons but as my husband puts it, its a corrupt company). and besides why go to walmart when you have target?! the area was predominately white, so when i was there i got stared at a lot. my husband thought i was paranoid until he kept witnessing it for himself. it was almost like they’d never seen an asian girl before.. either that or they just never seen an asian girl with a white boy…who knows! all i know is, i was out of my comfort zone! my husband used to tell me stories about working on a farm and that sorta thing, and i would just laugh because i couldn’t even imagine! he’s even asked me if i wanted to go camping a few times. i think he mistakes me for someone else when things like that come outta his mouth! i guess when it comes to that sort’ve thing i’ve been a bit of a priss! i’ve never really roughed it and the idea doesn’t really appeal to me! the closest i’ve ever gotten was probably on my last trip to Vietnam a few years back. let’s just say we took a road trip to some remote area so the bathrooms were not the most sanitary and i think i went about 15 hours holding everything in. how i didn’t get a bladder infection is beyond me!
one of my husbands co-workers was telling him about this show that her husband has started watching. something about redneck weddings. well of course the ridiculousness of it piqued my husbands interest and we started tivo-ing it. we finally got around to watching tv last night and caught an episode. the show is called My Big Redneck Wedding. all i can say is after i watched it, i had a tummy ache! for real! first, they had to catch their own hog for the reception. thats what the boys did as their bachelor party! then when they brought it back home and had it in a cooler, and as they were draining the cooler it was just a bloody water mess. and they were all just walking in!! AND then they threw the leftover remains right into the creek! how is that sanitary?? and the girls…for the bachelorette party they went mud bogging! (?!) the wedding attire was camouflage! and the bride even had her nails done to match her camouflage veil!! and then! after the wedding they greased some hogs and chased them!! it was insane! i couldn’t believe it! my husband says that maybe they just play up the show up and i’m just wondering, do people really do this? i mean really really?
heh- when we were watching the show i kept asking my husband if that was the sort of thing he did growing up. i don’t think he was too happy! from my understanding i think the worse thing he ever did to kill time when he was younger was tipping people over in porta-potties. which- EWWW! up until like 5 years ago i had never been in one, so when he told me that i had to yell at him! that’s just yucky! why would you do that?! but in any event, after i saw that show i think my definition of country has changed and i won’t ever call him country again! and all those times i would say, wouldn’t it be nice to live in the country…i meant like, British countryside. you know, cute cottage, lush greens, pretty flowers- shabby chic sorta thing!
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