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geekchick and tafkar. Google for "you know you're from [your state] ", post the list and bold the ones that apply to you.
You know you're from Indiana when...
You think the State Bird is Larry.
You don't know what a "Pacer" is and have never even wondered.
You know that "Mellencamp" went to Cougar" and back to "Mellencamp".
You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.
There's actually a college near you named "Ball State". Even got a Master of Science from there. ;-)
You know Batesville is the "casket making capital of the world", and you're proud of it.
The last "g" is silent in any word ending in "ing".
You could never figure out "spring forward-fall back", so "Screw Daylight Savings Time!!"
Your feelings get hurt whenever someone points out the acronym for Purdue University is "P-U".
You know several people who have hit a deer. No, but I have, but that was in Montana. ;-)
You've never met any celebrities.
You've seen all the biggest bands 10 years after they were popular.
Down south to you means Kentucky.
You have no problem spelling or pronouncing "Terre Haute".
Your school classes were canceled because of cold.
Your school classes were canceled because of heat.
You know what the phrase "Knee-high by the Fourth of July" means.
You've heard of Euchre, you know how to play Euchre, and you are the master of Euchre.
You've seen a running car, with nobody in it, in the parking lot of the grocery store, no matter what time of year it is.
You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. Example: "Where's my coat at? or "If you go to the mall, I wanna go with ya."
Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay,your second. Or you could stack hay, swim in the pond to clean off, and then have the strength to play a couple of games of hoops, all in the same barn lot on the same day.
You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day ("Stoke the fire" and "fling open the windows" for the older version).
You say things like "catty-wumpus" and "katty-corner".
You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave both of them unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.
You drink "pop".
You know that bailin' wire was the predecessor to duct tape.
You know that strangers are the only ones who come to your "front" door.
Kids and dogs ride in the passenger seats of cars and the backs of pickups.
You think nothing of it in spring and fall to be stuck behind a farm implement driving on the roads.
High school basketball game draws a bigger crowd on the weekend than movie theaters, IF you have movie theaters.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
The local paper covers national and international headlines on one page, but requires six for local sports.
Can repeat the scores of the last eight IU games, but unless the MVP is a Hoosier, you are not sure who he is.
You can see at least two basketball hoops from your yard.
You can name every one of Bob Knight's exploits" over the last few years.
You shop at Marsh.
Damon Bailey was your childhood hero.
The biggest question of your youth was "IU or Purdue".
Indianapolis is the "big city".
"Getting caught by a train" is a legitimate excuse for being late to school.
The Wabash river is the "biggest body of water" near your house.
You know several different definitions to what a Hoosier really is.
People at your high school chewed tobacco.
Everyone knows who the town cop is, where he lives, and whether he is at home or on duty.
To get to school you had to drive on a gravel road, a road with several right-angle turns in it, or if you were really lucky, over a covered bridge.
People in your neighborhood really, REALLY like NASCAR.
You actually know what the CART vs IRL debate is about and have taken a side.
The vehicle of choice in your area is not a car, but a pickup.
You are a BIG John Mellencamp fan.
You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival.
You took back roads to get there. Why sit in traffic?
To you, tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded piece of pork served on a bun with pickles. Blech.
geekchick and tafkar. Google for "you know you're from [your state] ", post the list and bold the ones that apply to you.You know you're from Indiana when...
You think the State Bird is Larry.
You don't know what a "Pacer" is and have never even wondered.
You know that "Mellencamp" went to Cougar" and back to "Mellencamp".
You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.
There's actually a college near you named "Ball State". Even got a Master of Science from there. ;-)
You know Batesville is the "casket making capital of the world", and you're proud of it.
The last "g" is silent in any word ending in "ing".
You could never figure out "spring forward-fall back", so "Screw Daylight Savings Time!!"
Your feelings get hurt whenever someone points out the acronym for Purdue University is "P-U".
You know several people who have hit a deer. No, but I have, but that was in Montana. ;-)
You've never met any celebrities.
You've seen all the biggest bands 10 years after they were popular.
Down south to you means Kentucky.
You have no problem spelling or pronouncing "Terre Haute".
Your school classes were canceled because of cold.
Your school classes were canceled because of heat.
You know what the phrase "Knee-high by the Fourth of July" means.
You've heard of Euchre, you know how to play Euchre, and you are the master of Euchre.
You've seen a running car, with nobody in it, in the parking lot of the grocery store, no matter what time of year it is.
You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. Example: "Where's my coat at? or "If you go to the mall, I wanna go with ya."
Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay,your second. Or you could stack hay, swim in the pond to clean off, and then have the strength to play a couple of games of hoops, all in the same barn lot on the same day.
You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day ("Stoke the fire" and "fling open the windows" for the older version).
You say things like "catty-wumpus" and "katty-corner".
You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave both of them unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.
You drink "pop".
You know that bailin' wire was the predecessor to duct tape.
You know that strangers are the only ones who come to your "front" door.
Kids and dogs ride in the passenger seats of cars and the backs of pickups.
You think nothing of it in spring and fall to be stuck behind a farm implement driving on the roads.
High school basketball game draws a bigger crowd on the weekend than movie theaters, IF you have movie theaters.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
The local paper covers national and international headlines on one page, but requires six for local sports.
Can repeat the scores of the last eight IU games, but unless the MVP is a Hoosier, you are not sure who he is.
You can see at least two basketball hoops from your yard.
You can name every one of Bob Knight's exploits" over the last few years.
You shop at Marsh.
Damon Bailey was your childhood hero.
The biggest question of your youth was "IU or Purdue".
Indianapolis is the "big city".
"Getting caught by a train" is a legitimate excuse for being late to school.
The Wabash river is the "biggest body of water" near your house.
You know several different definitions to what a Hoosier really is.
People at your high school chewed tobacco.
Everyone knows who the town cop is, where he lives, and whether he is at home or on duty.
To get to school you had to drive on a gravel road, a road with several right-angle turns in it, or if you were really lucky, over a covered bridge.
People in your neighborhood really, REALLY like NASCAR.
You actually know what the CART vs IRL debate is about and have taken a side.
The vehicle of choice in your area is not a car, but a pickup.
You are a BIG John Mellencamp fan.
You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival.
You took back roads to get there. Why sit in traffic?
To you, tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded piece of pork served on a bun with pickles. Blech.
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Date: 2004-06-20 01:57 pm (UTC)(Where DON'T people carry jumper cables?)
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Date: 2004-06-20 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-20 02:09 pm (UTC)You've seen our driveway. The best thing we've found for those situations is one or two of the asphalt roof shingles left in the extra pack in our garage by the builder.
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Date: 2004-06-20 02:07 pm (UTC)I would think some folks in southern states might not carry cables, but I don't know.
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Date: 2004-06-20 02:03 pm (UTC)That should be changed to, "You know that Mellencamp's early incarnation was Johnny & The Cougars, and krassie's mom yelled at him for misbehaving in the 1970s."
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Date: 2004-06-20 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-20 04:34 pm (UTC)this is so natural for me, that i don't even like to *type* that last g. go figure!
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Date: 2004-06-20 05:15 pm (UTC)I don't speak that way much, but sometimes. It is very common around here, though.
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Date: 2004-06-20 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-20 05:18 pm (UTC)