Well, it seems my redneck friends can read. After reading my blog and hearing me refer to them as rednecks, they decided to get their sweet revenge this weekend at Lake Brownwood. We had a large group of people from Lifepoint drive up there for the weekend for some camping, swimming, kayaking, boating, tubing, great food, and lots of good company. We had to park "Dimples" (that is our rv's new nickname - given because of the large amount of hail damage) away from the group because the park was so crowded this weekend. We set up camp and Phil even managed to pick me up some little lights to hang off our awning that look like little tiny campers. First things first, we decided to put new bike tubes in the tires. We managed to get one finished but the second bike was giving us fits. By the time we were ready to call it a night, the second bike was still upsidedown in the grass with one tire leaning against a chair. It was an eventful night. The wind picked up and started whipping our awning around so at about 1:30 am we decided to go outside and roll the awning in. It was apparent immediately that we had visitors at some point after we had gone to bed. When the sun came up, we stepped out of our camper to find most of our redneck friends sitting in our lawn, drinking coffee, and laughing at us with the most flattering bubba teeth. They had hung a sign at our camp that read "Don't rubberneck at 'da rednecks - Pastor Phil". There was an outhouse in front of the camper with lights on it made from shotgun shells. A goat trough bathtub decked with towel, soap and back scrubbers was close to the outhouse. There was a clothes line with one of the biggest bras I've seen in awhile and some red longjohns hung out to dry. They had made a redneck weather stick and redneck wind chimes and welcome sign to add to the backwoods decor. The crowning jewel was... you guessed it... the upsidedown bicycle that we had left out the night before. It was untouched and fit perfectly. As we took it all in we noticed at least two different park rangers passing our campsite repeatedly. I was wondering if they were going to say something about all the people on the lawn or maybe the toilet seat dangling from the tree when one of my favorite redneck friends says, "Ya know they're just waitin' to see what woman's gonna come out of that trailer that fits that bra!"
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