I am still a proud hippie…actually, a proud White Trash/Redneck Hippie. Shit, truth is, I was a hippie before the hippie movement even caught on. I had ragged pants and worn out shirts. I lived in a house with many people and we had to share almost everything. I did drugs for years. A lot of my clothes were tie-dyed. I wore no shoes….OK! OK! Hippie? Poor? What’s the bigass difference????? And, the drugs….well, truth be told, I had rheumatic fever as a child and had to take medicine. Yeah, penicillin is not quite weed or psychedelic mushrooms but it’s still a drug.
But, I was (and am) a legitimate hippy, too. By choice…not poverty…ok, some poverty did contribute to some of my hippy ways. ( BTW..I was a Biker Mama, too.……I wanted to write some more tales about that time in my life but decided not to do it after receiving a couple of comments that I wouldn’t approve. They were like, “I live in “nearby city”. Where do you live?” And,” who was the guy you were talking about that was eating dog food? I think that was me.” After giving it some thought, I figured it would be for my own good health if I didn’t write anymore. I wasn’t sure if they liked reading it or if they were trying to get info to come and kill me. Those bikers have strange senses of humor. Those tales were true).
Sorry about the ADD rambling…back to the program in progress…
Trailerpark Skipper has always romanticized about the Woodstock/peace/hippie movment. So, recently, she has been thinking about planning a trip to Sedona Arizona. I’m totally on board for that.
One problem is that Trailerpark Skipper and I have slightly different ideas about taking that fated trip. Ya see, she is all crap like recycling, re-using, carbon footsteps, and…..unneccessary buying! That’s almost blasphemy to me. Heck, y’all know that I can’t get enough lawn fawns, grass asses (those plywood backsides that is common in these parts) , or Christmas/Easter/Valentine/Halloween/4th of July/other holiday lights to cover my whole trailer! And, how could she possibly expect me to give up my best china…Dixie plates? I’m willing to leave a lot behind when we go but …hells no…I am not leaving my Charmin toilet tissue or my Secret deoderant out of my luggage! Gotta draw the line somewhere!
She began pushing the hippie trip on Facebook a few days ago. Following are the actual comments in their entirety…..
I accidentally cut off her profile pic on the first one but this is what she posted to me…….