The wind comes behind the rain…and everything else.

{ March 1, 2010 @ 7:53 am } · { Uncategorized }

I have realized recently how proud I am of my home state. I love being able to say I’m from Oklahoma. I’m a Sooner. This may be because my brothers and sisters and parents have brainwashed me into saying Boomer Sooner since I could talk, but I think it’s more. I love being from the South. And as everyone in Alaska that knows me can tell you, I tell everyone gladly. I loved doing the show Christmas Belles because we had accents and I could be from the south. Everyone says when I sing they can hear my accent come out. I wasn’t aware I had one, but I’m okay with this. I catch myself listening to country more often now (sorry Brook) because it reminds me of home. Especially Carrie Underwood’s song “I Ain’t In Checotah Anymore”. I love the line “There’s nothin like Oklahoma.” It’s so true. I love my home state. Podunk towns, tractors, cows, tornados and all. Not a huge fan of the musical or the song, but I won’t hold that against the state. It’s a bunch of nice people, football fans, and delicious sweet tea.

It makes me sad sometimes when people assume Oklahoma sucks and that no one would ever want to go there or be there for any amount of time, when actually, it’s one of the coolest places ever and people always leave feeling like they’re family. I miss the genuinely awesome people. Granted, I probably won’t tattoo state memorobilia on my body like some people, but I do love the state. It will always be my home and I love it. Short post today, just some thoughts I’ve been having lately. You’re doin fine, Oklahoma. Boomer Sooner.

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