Thursday, November 20, 2008

100% Texan

I have a "somebody just kill me" headache that's nearing migraine stage. So I'm taking the easy way out tonight and sharing something that tickles me no end but not created by me. Enjoy.

You are 100% Texan if...


  1. It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.

  2. You use the phrase "fixin' to" almost daily.

  3. Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.

  4. You've ever been excused from school because "the cows got out."

  5. You can properly pronounce the town Mexia and Mesquite. (note to readers: MuHAYuh and Muskeet)

  6. You can remember the name of the last state legislator to introduce a bill involving castration and he didn't mean farm animals.

  7. You know exactly what calf fries are, and eat them anyway.

  8. You can recall hot summers by the year they happened easier than you can remember your mother's birthday.

  9. You think that people who complain about the wind in their states are sissies.

  10. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door but by the availability of shade.

  11. You have owned at least one belt buckle bigger than your fist.

  12. A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at four way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other one go first.

  13. When you hear a tornado siren, you go out and look for a funnel.

  14. Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.

  15. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.

  16. A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Ford F150 4x4 is.

  17. You know that everything goes better with Ranch.

  18. You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.

  19. You are 100% Texan if you have ever had this conversation:
    "You wanna Coke?"
    "Yeah."
    "What kind?"
    "Dr. Pepper."

I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as quick as I could. My husband and all three kids are natives--a fact that dismayed my dear Daddy no end. We were, after all, from the most beautiful and perfect state in the Union -- Colorado. He would be thrilled to know that one of his grandkids has gone back there and settled -- probably for good.

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