State Meme

Jul. 26th, 2010 06:17 pm
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[personal profile] bajoran
(stolen from [ profile] genarti)

1. Go to google and type "you know you're from [your state/city] when..."
2. Repost to your journal.
3. Bold the ones that apply.

You know you're from New Mexico when...

You relearn how to use your windshield wipers every 6 months or so.

Las Vegas refers to a small railroad town in the East plains.

You are an expert at distinguishing barbecue smoke from forest fire smoke. And you ransack every news source as soon as you see/smell the latter.

You or someone you know rushed to the grocery store as soon as they heard Hatch was flooding. You've gotta stock up...

When even if you don't speak Spanish, you can pronounce the words correctly.

When you have this unexplained, burning hatred for all things Texan. I know people from Texas now! So I'm not quite so bad.

Whenever you introduce yourself as being from New Mexico, you have this compulsive urge to say, "...and no, I don't speak Spanish!"

Mexican restaurants in any other state are completely repulsive to you.

Instead of cookies, candy, and other goodies, you ask your mom to send you a care package full of green chile and salsa. And none of this "mild" crap.

That crap with the meat and beans is not "chile," goshdarnit!

You know you lived in NM when somehow everyone you meet outside the state thinks that the Arizona and Texas borders meet, and you go, yeah I'm from the state inbetween.

When everyone in your neighborhood is related and the streets are named after them.

When youre not from Albuquerque, but say you are so people know youre not from Mexico.

Candles, a pile of brown paper bags, and a yard full of sand constitute christmas decorations.

You have a bumpersticker saying "if God wanted texans to ski, he would have given them a mountain"

You buy salsa by the gallon.

You are still using the paper license tag that came with your car five years ago.

Your favorite restaurant has a chile list instead of a wine list.

You do all your shopping and banking at a drive-up window.

You have license plates on your walls, but not on your car.

Most restaurants you go to begin with "El" or "Los".

You remember when Santa Fe was not like San Francisco.

You hated Texans until the Californians moved in.

The tires on your roof have more tread than the ones on your car.

You price-shop for tortillas.

You have an extra freezer just for green chile.

You think six tons of crushed rock makes a beautiful front lawn.

You have to sign a waiver to buy hot coffee at a drive-up window.

You ran for state legislature so you can speed legally.

You pass on the right because that's the fast-lane.

You have read a book while driving from Albuquerque to Las Vegas.

You think Sadies was better when it was in the bowling alley.

Your swamp cooler got knocked off your roof by a dust devil.

You are afraid to drive through Mora and Espanola. Fffff, I have family in both towns.

You iron your jeans to "dress up".

You don't see anything wrong with drive-up window liquor sales.

Your other vehicle is also a pick-up truck.

Two of your cousins are in Santa Fe, one in the legislature and the other in the state pen.

You have driven to an Indian Casino at 3am because you were hungry.

You're relieved when the pavement ends because the dirt road has fewer pot-holes.

You can correctly pronounce Tesuque, Cerrillos, and Pojoaque.

You have been told by at least one out-of-state vendor that they are going to charge you extra for "international" shipping.

You expect to pay more if your house is made of mud.

You can order your Big Mac with green chile.

You see nothing odd when, in the conversations of the people in line around you at the grocery store, every other word of each sentence alternates between Spanish and English. Neighborhood supermarket is like this every day.

You associate bridges with mud, not water.

Tumbleweeds and various cacti in your yard are not weeds. They are your lawn.

If you travel anywhere, no matter if just to run to the gas station, you must bring along a bottle of water and some moisturizer.

Trailers are not referred to as trailers. They are houses. Double-wide trailers are "real" houses.

A package of white flour tortillas is the exact same thing as a loaf of bread. You don't need to write it on your shopping list; it's a given.

At any gathering, regardless of size, green chile stew, tortillas, and huge mounds of shredded cheese are mandatory.

A tarantula on your porch is ordinary. A scorpion in your tub is ordinary. A poisonous centipede on your ceiling? Ordinary. A black widow crawling across your bed is terribly, terribly common. A rattlesnake is an occasional hiking hazard. No need to freak out.

You've seen at least one bat flight at Carlsbad Caverns.

You know what the night sky looks like full of stars, not pollution.

You've stared in wonder at the Milky Way.

You know what a horny toad is.

You can identify a quail, peacock, coyote, roadrunner, cricket and so on by the sound they make.

You know coyotes don't sound like they do in the movies. They sound wilder and more eerie.

Your hardware stores or Wal- mart sells snow sleds in the summer for the White Sands...but you can hardly find them in the winter. This? Drives me nuts.

You've slept outside either on the trampoline, the back of a truck, a VW camper, or in the yard with friends.

You savor the smell of rain in the desert.

One of your favorite pasttimes is rock hunting.

You know that Christmas would not be the same without biscochitos.

Your kids know how to make stuff with yucca plants.

You know what bartering is, and how to do it in at least 2 different languages.

You spent years saying you were leaving this backward no-account expensive place and never coming back; and when you leave you realize there's no place like New Mexico and you will retire here.

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Date: 2010-07-27 04:09 pm (UTC)
genarti: ([misc] turn my face to the hills)
From: [personal profile] genarti
I find it fascinating how much of this depends on a totally different climate than what I'm used to. So cool!

Except the part about stars. That one is familiar and I adore it. (And miss it a lot in the city. Stupid light pollution.)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-11 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Eeep. I never got a notif for this. My bad.

Yeah, my frame of reference for seeing stars is a bit different from those in the city who can't.

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Date: 2010-08-11 02:33 pm (UTC)
genarti: woman curled up with book, under a tree on a wooded slope in early autumn ([misc] perfect moments)
From: [personal profile] genarti
No worries! LJ does these things now and again. :)

And yeah -- I remember recently I was up in Vermont with a couple of city folk friends, and I said "Oh, bah, it's kind of cloudy so we don't have so many stars tonight." And they stared at me a lot.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-11 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It does! Stupid LJ.

Vermont is one of those states I'm determined to visit someday, provided I have time/money.

... and my last final is this morning, so will chat on return. :)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-11 02:41 pm (UTC)
genarti: ([misc] mundus librorum)
From: [personal profile] genarti
Ooh, good luck!

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Date: 2010-08-11 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks. I'm fairly confident I at least passed.


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