Maroon87
09-11-2006, 11:48 AM
....IF you are from Houston.
You know you're from Houston when...
You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still
haven't left the city limits. (During rush hour, you haven't left your
neighborhood.)
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the
year.
The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.
If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to
Randall's Flagship, Rice Epicurean Market or a Kroger's Signature.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a
<>low of 29 degrees.
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you know he
just stepped in a fire ant bed.
You know that the Astrodome will always be the Eighth Wonder of the
World.
You come to work in short-sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a
cold front has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees
In a matter of minutes.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs
but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer
merchandise there.
You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by
two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands.
You hear everything but English spoken when you go to the Galleria to
window-shop.
You know that "Dad gummit" has nothing to do with your father's failure
to practice good dental hygiene.
You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more
than one person.
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction --
and you've lived here for 20-30 years.
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.
The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more
than the U.S. Treasury has.
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy
who wears a white toupee and blue sunglasses, mispronounces names,
allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally
obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams, "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler,
EYE-witness news" into a television camera every night.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from
Houston
You know you're from Houston when...
You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still
haven't left the city limits. (During rush hour, you haven't left your
neighborhood.)
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the
year.
The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.
If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to
Randall's Flagship, Rice Epicurean Market or a Kroger's Signature.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a
<>low of 29 degrees.
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you know he
just stepped in a fire ant bed.
You know that the Astrodome will always be the Eighth Wonder of the
World.
You come to work in short-sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a
cold front has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees
In a matter of minutes.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs
but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer
merchandise there.
You go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by
two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands.
You hear everything but English spoken when you go to the Galleria to
window-shop.
You know that "Dad gummit" has nothing to do with your father's failure
to practice good dental hygiene.
You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more
than one person.
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction --
and you've lived here for 20-30 years.
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.
The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more
than the U.S. Treasury has.
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy
who wears a white toupee and blue sunglasses, mispronounces names,
allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally
obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams, "MAR-VIN ZIND-ler,
EYE-witness news" into a television camera every night.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from
Houston