Join Date: Feb 2013
Location: Northwest Florida
I consider anything not in the city as country.
I wear my work clothes to work with the horses. I wear my work jeans and some of my better work shirts to church. I wear a leather cowboy hat, straw cowboy hat, basball cap and no hat depending on what mood I'm in more so than the company I'm in. I have a dressy pair of cowboy boots a co-worker brought to me, from his family's leather shop in Mexico, that I might have worn 5 times in the eight years I've had them. I can't wear tennis shoes because they hurt my feet after being in steel toe boots for so many years.
I wear t-shirts untucked and sometimes I have a pants leg hung on the top of my pull on boot. I am accused of talking with a draw sometimes and other times as clear as a bell. I wear cut off blue jeans to swim in the creek. I like the finer restaurants and can't stand fast food joints. I'll pay more for a meal just to enjoy a nicely kept room to enjoy my meal. If I wanted old pictures and rough table and chairs then I'd eat at home.
If those traits I describe put me in a certain stereotype then I could care less. Because when the day has come to it's end and I'm looking in the mirror washing my face before supper it's me I see. I am not ashamed of being me. When you can look in your mirror and be happy because you know who that reflection is then nothing anybody says or calls you will mount to a hill of beans.
I am Second
Born Once, Die Twice. Born Twice, Die Once.