Sunday, June 26, 2005

Texas My Texas

You know you are from Texas when...

You see more Texan flags than American flags.
You know someone who ate the 72 oz steak and got it for free.
You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry, and your Cowboy Boots. [Yep- I wear my paddock boots to church if I want to dress up, with clean pressed jeans and a pearl-snap. -As well, every wedding I have been to the bride wears her boots under her dress.]
You can write a check at Sonic for a chili cheese and fries . [I LOVE Sonic. Hooray, yum, and THEY TAKE CHECKS!]
You dress up to go shopping at the mall. [Yup.]
You've hung ornaments and tinsel on a tumbleweed and used it as a Christmas tree. [Among other longhorns or cactus.]
You're disappointed when a food doesn't come in spicy flavor. [Or the "mexican food" is cheese and a corn product....Yeeech! My other pet peeve is when the fajitas are made with some beef that is not the diaphram muscle- it is supposed to be the diaphram muscle people!]
You know from experience that rattlesnake meat tastes like chicken. [And oppossum, squirrel, armadillo, and wild hogs (well, they taste more like pork for some reason...)]
You can tell a rock from an armadillo at 300 yards. [and rope or shoot it, depending how much time I've on my hands].
You know what a 'Cowboy Cadillac' is.
You have both a dog and a brother-in-law named Bud.
Your local grocery store sells cactus in the Fresh Produce department [Pear Cactus, yep they do! Go HEB!]
You watch the movie Urban Cowboy and laugh at the phony Texan accents. [Need I say more?]
You choose a brand of Mexican salsa with the same care that another might use to select a bottle of fine wine. [Yep. And who in their right mind says "mexican salsa?"]
You think that the 4 basic food groups are nachos, bar-b-que, fajitas, and Copenhagen. [... it's called "chaw"]
You know whether another Texan is from South, West, East, North, or Central Texas as soon as they open their mouth. [Actually, it'd be the Panhandle, Hill Country, North Texas, or the 'Border]
You don't consider people from Austin to be real Texans. [WHOOP!]
Your Priest wears boots. [I've known a few :D]
The Blue Book value on your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas it has in it.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Texas. [and point out all the things wrong in them, delete the ones which really don't apply, and marvel at the fact a non-Texan wrote it and managed to even understand that much about our culture!]

Texas, our Texas, all Hail the Mighty State...!
...You know the Texas state song.


At 10:31 PM, Blogger C S said...

Hooray for Texas! Having recently returned from El Paso, I do feel my inner Texan revivified. It's wonderfully to come from the country within a country. :-)!


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