The Redneck Hippibilly Encounter

By Anne Marie Beck

The Hippibilly, Redneck Encounter
You think your neighbors are bad. Trust me, you have no idea how bad the situation can be.
Soon, you will become familiar with phrases like, Hippibilly and condo-bus as you see what happens when a Hippibilly becomes a close neighbor, in this hilarious, side-splitting adventure that I lived through.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Marie Beck
• Release date: Oct 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005879556

Anne Marie Beck

Anne Marie Beck lives in a quiet Northern Idaho Community with her husband, two dogs, and two cats. She has raised two wonderful adult children and has been blessed with one wonderful grandson and four beautiful granddaughtersWhen Anne Marie is not writing, she loves to travel, take walks in the forests of North Idaho, where can enjoy another one of her favorite past-times nature photography. But the thing she cherishes most is spending time with children and grandchildren.After spending most of her life struggling with a learning disability, Anne Marie finally saw her dream come true February of 2012, with the publishing of her first eBook. Now over three years later, Anne Marie has over twenty books under her writing belt and hs plans on writing many, many more for her growing fan base.Feel free to follow me on Facebook

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My friend, Shaye and I, like almost every morning, sit at my kitchen dinette, drinking our morning cup of coffee and discuss what we have planned for the day. We glanced out the my kitchen window and watched with curiosity at our new neighbor. Shaye looked at me and gave me a look that told me she was think the same thing I was. The wise words of self-proclaimed redneck, Jeff Foxworthy, came to mind ehrn he said, The definition of redneck is a glorious lack of sophistication. All too soon, we realize that when you combine that lack of sophistication, with the lack of common sense. Then add a heaping scoop of more than a few missing brain cells, (from the result of the sixties being way too good to them, obviously.) You get what we have deemed as a Redneck Hippibilly.

As you read along in this book, you will soon realize that being unsophisticated, is the least of our Hippibillies’ problems. Common sense, as we discovered, waved bye-bye to these two particular Hippibilly’s a long, long time ago. And after witnessing some of their more colorful antics, we are totally amazed that these two individuals are still breathing.

Just so you know, the names and locations in this book have been changed to protect the identity of our Hippibilly neighbors and everyone involved. But the antics and information we’re about to give to you, my readers, are based on mostly true events. I just added a splash of embellishment here and there as unbelievable as it may seem.

You will soon realize that your wacky, crazy family is, in fact… normal.

I realize that we all have a little redneck in us. Some people more than others. But nothing can prepare you for the side-splitting reality of coming face to face with your first Redneck Hippibilly.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from rich and in no way a snob. Judging someone by their financial status is not in my character. However, having said that, I have to admit that nothing in my life could have prepared me for what I was about to experience, over the next several years.

I know we’ve all heard jokes about redneck’s and their 101 uses for duct tape. But soon you will never look at a VW van or white five gallon bucket the same way ever again as we educate you, the readers, in the Redneck Hippibilly way of life.

Chapter 1

Day 1

I’m not ashamed to say that I live in a year around RV Park. My husband and I live in a large fifth wheel with our two dogs. This is a personal choice, since my children are both grown and have families of their own. Most of my neighbors in the R. V. Park live in similar situations as myself.

So, let’s get on with your Redneck Hippibilly education, shall we?

This tale begins on a late, but sunny October afternoon. As I sat at my kitchen dinette, pondering the meaning of life over a cup of coffee. I was jolted out of my seat by a loud rumbling sound at the back of my fifth wheel. That abrasive sound was soon followed by three window-rattling bangs that caused my dishes in my cupboards to rattle and my dogs to start barking.

My first thought was someone nearby was firing a gun. But I knew that no one living close to me would be stupid enough to fire a weapon in a RV park.

The commotion caused me to dash to my back kitchen window and look out. My eyes darted around quickly, as I tried to find the source of the nerve-grating noise that had just frightened five years off my life.

My eyes landed on something and for several long moments, I just stood there, just staring out the window in stunned silence. It took a while for my brain to process what I was actually witnessing.

At first, I thought I had spent too many hours typing away in front of my computer, so maybe my eyes had somehow lost their connection with my brain. All too soon though, I realized that it wasn’t a figment of my imagination and I was indeed seeing something I would not soon forget, even if I lived to be a hundred years old.

No, unfortunately to my horror, what I was seeing was all too terrifyingly real. My body was frozen in place as I watched the events before me, unfold.

I knew I should have gone back to my seat for a few moments. You know, just to give my still shocked brain time enough to digest what it had just seen, but it was like passing an accident on the road. You know you don’t want to look, but you just can’t stop yourself from doing it.

So I just stood there. Yes, I was still in a total stupor over what I had witnessed. I began to talk to myself and my brain and eyes were in total agreement. Yes, I was actually watching an old 60’s school bus, spray painted a bright purple in color, back into the RV space right behind my fifth