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Seven Signs You Might Be From Arkansas

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Since I’m headed to the great state of Arkansas today, I offer you this timely reminder of what makes us unique. In keeping with the spirit of the Write Tribe seven day blog challenge (prompt: the number seven), below are seven signs you might be from Arkansas if…

(in no particular order)

1. At the end of each week your family’s heaping mound of dirty laundry easily sorts into three piles—whites, darks and Razorback red. Proudly, the Razorback load is always the largest.

2. You give directions based on minutes with no regard to mileage. Jonesboro is about an hour from Osceola. 

3. Your momma taught you to never wear white after the opening day of dove season. Camouflage is acceptable any time of year.

4. You eat dinner for lunch and supper for dinner. Both include ranch dressing.

5. You become absolutely giddy at the smell of crop defoliant.

6. You have a cousin or uncle or brother or husband or child or all-of-the-above named Bubba. Or Bubba, Jr.

7. Calling the hogs makes you downright teary-eyed.

Woooo Pig Sooie!

talya

 
Musical Pairing:
 
Arkansas Fight! performed by the Symphony of Northwest Arkansas
 
This was written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words.  Prompt: the number Seven.
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Comments

  2. You HAD to mention the first day of dove season, didn’t you?????
    But, I wear white any time…correction, I DON white…it’s only white the first five minutes. Loved this post, and I’m from Texas originally. Maybe we should switch?

  4. Awesome, Talya! I live about 4 and half hours from Osceola=), now, and once again, you’ve got me missing home. All seven of your descriptions of life in Arkansas are hilarious because they are exactamoondoly true!!!=) The music video you included is right on, right on, right on, and has really got me fired up for Razorback football this Saturday. My oldest son’s girlfriend, who happens to be from Oregon and is a huge Oregon Ducks fan, bought my son and herself tickets to this weekends game in Little Rock. My other two sons and I, jealous as we are of my oldest son, will be parked here on the couch watching the Hogs on television in our surround sound man cave media room, so it’s all good, and at least we won’t have to stand in line to go to the bathroom…or at least, I hope not. My wife and youngest son’s girlfriend will be here also, so, you know.=) Anyhow, I still love this blog and please, please, please keep on doing watchoo doing with your writing…You’re Awesome!!!

  6. People from Arkansas must be distant relatives to people from Oklahoma. 🙂 My Grandpa, an Okie from Muskogee always eats supper for dinner, and as a result, so do I. He happens to know a Jr. or two….maybe his own brother is one. And giving directions with time vs miles is the only way to go!!!

  7. What an interesting list. I’m sure we can all come up with crazy stuff from our home cities/towns that makes us seem alien to others, but is just so special to us, Talya.
    I remember when I first learnt to pronounce Arkansas correctly!;)

  8. Thanks to Corinne, I’m following you now, Talya! Let’s get that Southern thing goin’on here! Too many folks throughout the world just don’t know what they’re missing. Need to introduce them to grits . . .
    Blessings!
    Martha

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