What Even is a Razorback?

Red. White. Red & White. Pigs. Ahem, sorry not exactly. Actually a Razorback. No, literally a Hog. Go Hogs! We Love ❤️ the Hogs. WOO PIG SOOIE.

These nice folks here in NWA really, really, support the pigs. I mean razorbacks. Wait, I mean them Hogs. Yes, yessiree everyone calls the Hogs around here.

Well I wasn’t “from here.” I just got here. At school they wondered where my “red” was on Friday. Didn’t I like the Hogs? Huh? Gee I don’t know. I mean I don’t dislike the Hogs. Ok, I’ll say I like ’em. But I sure as heck am not gonna do that goofy call thing. It’s weird, loud and I feel embarrassed.

Soon I would realize calling the Hogs can and will happen anywhere, anytime for any (or maybe no) reason at all. Where two or more are gathered, energetic, excited, passionate (to the core), Hog fans will rise, throwing their hands above their heads,  fingers wiggling cheerily, and shout those funny famous words WOO PIG SOOIE RAZORBACKS!!

Gotta admit, we now have a University of Arkansas grad in our family….. I’ve called those Hogs with the best of them…. in a bar, on the golf course, in a parking lot, in front of the TV.  It still feels funny. But you know…. whatever…WPS!




What? Arkansas? For Real?

Like so many of you, my husband had been commuting and working in NWA before he was asked to relocate here. For Real. For Good. We’d just (2 years before) relocated to Connecticut from Utah and thought we might “be there for the duration,” But it wasn’t to be.

Arkansas? Huh? Really? OK. Well, OK, I guess. Really? What’s there? Yeah,  Walmart…but? The kids didn’t seem to really care. I’d grown up in southern Illinois which would be fairly close. And driveable. I like adventures. We’d left NJ for Utah. We could move again. Sure. We’re strong folks, we could do this, we told ourselves.

On a house hunting trip we were all in the car when we had to drive through and pick up some dry cleaning for my husband. He realized he didn’t have enough cash, and the lady said, “oh, never mind, don’t worry, you can just bring it next time.” Saying all this with a dismissive waive of her hand  like “go on, we’ll just settle up later.” But we’re total strangers. From Connecticut. You know, out East. Well, we decided, it just might be fun to live here. Was she totally gonna trust us?

12 years have slipped by since then. All things considered, it was a smooth transition. We live in a community pretty well populated with others who have also relocated here. I think they were unsure, curious, and also sometimes surprised by this interesting “place that Walmart built.”  That’s what I like to call it. The area has certainly grown and changed in that time. Our kids have completed junior high, high school, and even college since we settled here in 2006.

We were enticed by low home costs, a world famous art museum in the works, slow living and light traffic. Sometimes we don’t like to admit (little secret, we felt the same about Utah) but life here can be OK.

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