Humble Brag: n. – A form of self promotion where the promoter thinks they are, almost subliminally, bragging about themselves in the context of a humble statement or complaint. (via Urban Dictionary)

Unfortunately this has become quite the trend on most forms of social media, facebook is at the top of that list. So let’s break it down – what are examples of the humble brag …

• you have to pack for your island vacation
• you are forced to wait in line for your car service to pick you up
• you are shocked at how much it costs to fill up your massive car with gas prices as high as they are

I was going through my draft posts and found this titled “where did the summer go” … well summer and fall have long come and gone, but I figured I’d post this anyway.

Kicked off the first week of May in NYC and haven’t really stopped going since!

Here’s what else has been going on:

• an absolute flop of a garage sale
• MZ’s birthday
• Sex and the City 2 midnight premiere
• Couples Bunco
• Memorial Day
• bought a new car
• VEGAS!
• Lots of Jr. League meetings
• spa day
• a Toga Party
• … oh yeah and work…
• Denver to meet baby Nate
• turned 30 in Mexico

I can say in advance it was a FABULOUS summer!

The other day at lunch, I ventured out of the office and headed to Hobby Lobby for the first time in a long time. Wrapping paper was ½ off so I was sure that would inspire me and jump start the holiday spirit, because I love to wrap presents. I’ve even considered working quarter time at Dillard’s or some department store but only in their wrapping department.
But it didn’t – Hobby Lobby was already a nightmare – the ornaments are completely picked over and half broken or chipped, missing jewels or whatever adornment was supposed remain attached at least through this holiday season.
I’m sure I’ll go back – I can’t stay away from the lobby that long. However, I do hope they get their act together and clean up their store.
I guess this is to be expected when Christmas starts right after Easter.

I am a bit OCD when it comes to #’s – I have trouble with odd #’s. I don’t like the thermostat at home or in the car to be at 75 – 74 or 76 is just fine. Same with cruise control… 78 is a great speed for me. The same goes for work days – I prefer a 4 day work week, but that’s a story for a different time.

I have no clue what brought this on, or when it started – it’s just always been that way, and I think it will probably remain.

Now don’t worry, I’m not going to freak out if faced with and odd #. It’s more a personal preference and if I get a choice, I’ll pick an even #. It doesn’t really apply to items or decor, we have 3 seating options – I’m ok with that. But if I can see the # … even all the way.

Ironically, 37 is my favorite # – if you know me you know my exaggerative # is always 37-thousand.

Today marks 50 days until the first Hog Football game and the start to possibly the greatest time of the year – Razorback Tailgate Season!

To mark the glorious occasion, I’ve included a list of just a select few reasons why Ole Miss Sucks!

– Contrary to the popular belief, J. Crew gear does not give you elegance.
– Their idea of tailgating is hanging a chandelier in the Grove, eating catered food off fine china, and finding a fantabulous centerpiece for their table.
– Houston Dale Nutt.
– 5 of the 6 SEC West teams have appeared in the SEC Championship game. Guess which one hasn’t made the trip?
– The Manning Legacy? Sucks. The Mannings played 11 seasons in the SEC. Only Peyton ever won the conference, and he had to go to Tennessee to do it.
– Hotty Toddy.
– The Walk of Champions? It must go to the visitors’ locker room.
*List courtesy of RockCity Outfitters – seller of all t-shirts awesome! Of which I have already purchased the “Ole Miss Sucks” shirt.

 I must say I agree with all of the above EXCEPT the decorating part – we have red feather boas and chandeliers in the  ladies tent and they are down right fabulous.

I have grand memories of going to Southeast Arkansas throughout all the summers of my childhood, but especially for every 4th of July. We would head out on the 6 hour drive crossing corner to corner of the state {before 540 was built}, each time stopping in Russellville for hamburgers and fries at the only Whataburger I’ve ever known (and will ever support), stopping in North Little Rock to see my grandpa for the 10 minutes he could handle children in his house, stopping just south of Pine Bluff to buy an inordinate amount of fireworks, stopping in Star City for milkshakes – the best in the state, and finally making it to Dermott at some point in the late afternoon and always in time for the fish fry.

On the day of the 4th, we would spend the entire day at the pool, drinking red kool-aid and then seeking air-conditioned comfort and playing duck hunt on the original Nintendo. My cousin (who also was allotted an inordinate amount of fireworks) and I would lay out all of our loot and trade items as if we were bartering for gold and precious gems, then we would make our younger cousins and siblings come in and purchase fireworks from us – knowing full well they’d all get lit in the same spot in the middle of the street in front of our uncles house no matter what.

Going into the evening of the 4th my uncle would roast a pig for everyone, and in return, everyone would bring an ice chest FULL of beer – PBR and Budweiser being the beers of choice – not just for hipsters. All of us kids would line up for the assembly line of mosquito repellant application with the last step being a heavy spray of straight DDT, more than likely personally bottled by one of our mothers as the truck drove by each and every afternoon.

Once it got dark and our sparklers and pop-its and smoke bombs and snakes ran out we would sit in awe as our drunk fathers and uncles would commence to blowing things up, tying things together and blowing them up, throwing firecrackers at things to blow them up … I remember one particular blowing-things-up event when a police cruiser drove over and stopped on top of an already lit pile of explosive, yet not yet exploded – I’ve never heard a louder mixture of yelling and laughing – the police cruiser did not explode.

As we enter into the week of the greatest summer holiday, I hope you can have only as much fun as I remember growing up a total and complete redneck child.