My Favorite Things: Country Summer Edition

Red dirt and wheat fields, corn husks and whiskey,

Hound dogs and shotguns and folks feeling frisky.

Bass ponds and camp fires in summer or spring,

These are a few of my favorite things!

Big jacked up pickups and mud holes and swimming,

Dirt roads and tractors, the sun as it’s dimming.

Cat fish on trot lines and no phones to ring,

These are a few of my favorite things!

Girls in their cutoffs and old Tony Llama’s

The rebel flag waving, ignoring our Mommas

Flip cup and beer pong, so drunk that we sing

These are a few of my favorite things!

When the snow comes,

When the beer’s gone,

When I’m feeling sad….

I simply remember my favorite things

Then I don’t feel so bad.

AND – you’re welcome! 😉

Hope this gave you a little smile!

If you have a verse to add – leave it below! 😉

xoxo

OkieGirl

Small Town Bad Ass; A How To Blog.

You may think that being this awesome is easy, and well…you’d be right.

BUT – there are some significant steps you can take to ensure your bad ass status.

I would assume that being a bad ass in New York is much different than being one in rural Oklahoma, so please forgive me for not having multiple guidelines.

The first step to becoming a small town bad ass is to really establish your persona. You have to look in the mirror and get the face down. It should look something like this.

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Make sure when you’re getting ready, ladies, that you don’t overdo the makeup…real badasses only accentuate their already bad ass features. (note…a little shimmer IS acceptable)

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Now, first things first when dressing the part…pick out your favorite red dirt band tee…or whichever one happens to be clean.

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Make sure you try your tee on with booty shorts so you can really feel good about yourself.

Now that you’ve got your classy face on and your band tee picked out, you should go ahead and throw on the jeans and boots…this is a requirement to accomplish the real small town bad ass look.

Some other things that may help get  your persona rocking are;

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Trying to look fresh in a Cowboy Fresh hat…

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…taking plenty of selfies…

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…and practicing your Dana Linn Bailey impressions. Nothing gets me more pumped than Cowboy Fresh and DLB.

SO …there are some things you will need to really pull this off.

I already mentioned the jeans and boots…but you will also need to drive a big truck.

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Drink your Activate

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Haul your Thrive and water in bulk…

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Listen to bad ass Casey Donahew songs AND have a dash dog named Dusty.

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Did I mention the selfies?

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You should also make sure your lunch grub is on point…

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..and that you really work on your driving style..

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I know this is a lot to take in, but I’m confident by just adding in a few of these things you will become even more bad ass than you already are.

Remember, these guides only apply to small rural towns where even when you don’t know what you’re doing…the town does.

Now, get out there and get your bad ass on!

xoxo

OkieGirl

 

 

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Red Dirt Fixes Everything.

I can remember almost 10 years ago when my best friend, Tiffany , and I would drive around for hours after school on the dirt roads in our county. By the summer of our 16th year we knew them front and back, better than the backs of our hands.

On these roads we found heartache and love, we solved the worlds problems and got rid of our anger. We screamed our favorite songs to the top of our lungs..and somehow that just made EVERYTHING better.

That girl has been through so many things and each time coming out stronger. I can remember every dirt road trip that we cried about Momma…and every early morning run with a beer to the cemetery….every time we tried to get lost and just couldn’t.

I remember those moments. I remember the Ragweed always playing in the background and how that music kept us grounded and sane.

Being able to see Cody Canada, Jason Boland and Mike McClure play acoustic the other night at Cain’s brought up every one of those memories. It was bittersweet. I was heartbroken that she wasn’t there to hug, but was so grateful for the memories.

**Remember the time we went and saw Boland and got left…driving the wrong way down one way streets and we FINALLY got to 412? haha!**

It seems like even now that we’re grown and she has a beautiful family, when we get in the truck and find a dirt road and the right music…we’re 17 again.

You’re always 17 in your home town.

When she was the only one I could fall on after a heartbreaking tragedy…we found a dirt road.

When my brain is full and I need to talk but have nothing to say, “come get me” she says.

When we’re just missing each others souls…red dirt is the only answer.

Red dirt is the only answer.

The red dirt under the tires and the red dirt coming out of the Kickers….that’s all you really need.

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I love you, Tea.

xoxo

OkieGirl