Redneck Central

I love my family.
Not something ya hear from your normal 15 year old girl, is it?
Nope, it's true.
I love my family!

So it was my daddy's birthday yesterday. Happy birthday daddy(: so Saturday night my family threw a small party. (and, if we're talking about my family, i use 'small' as loosely as possible). Anyways, i would like to introduce Jim. Jimmy James. James Micheal. All the names we call him. He's really amazing and funny. A Slight narcissistic. And very sarcastic. Think Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. Yup, that's Jim. And I'm his favorite!(: he's even got a scholarship set up for me. The 'Norm-Ship', after his dog that's been dying for about five years now.

"Jim, how's Norms?"
"He's dead."
"What?!"
"No, not yet. But he will be by the time i get home!"

Same thing. Every time. But back to the party!

I was babysitting Cloe. Aka the cutest kid in the world. She's two years old and in the twenty questions phase. No. Why? No. What? No. Why? She's also a whirlwind. Everything must be taken out, thoroughly examined, and than left on the floor. Don't take your eyes off of her.

So we're sitting around the table. Cloe's on my lap, happily drinking her juice, drowsily. My dad is setting across from me, holding his beer bottle. Jim's sitting a few yards away, at the island, holding John's air soft pistol. Carl elbows him.

"Bet you can't shoot Shannon's beer bottle." He goads him. Jim carefully levels the gun and shoots.
TING!
My dad, ever the man to express his feelings, stares at the bottle in amazement, than shrugs and takes a sip. My mom, on the other hand, is a very quiet mild mannered lady.

"JIM?!!? DID YOU JUST SHOOT THE GUN?!?!?"
"Yup. And i hit it!"
*high fives all around*
"What is this, redneck central?!"

Oh, for the love of high school, i love my family- Redneck Central.

<3 Taylor Elaine

P.S. NEW CASTLE TONIGHT!!!! NO MORE WITHDRAWALS!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!