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For Strandinthewind!
Saw this and thought of you!
>You Know You're From New Orleans When... >Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside > >You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads > >Your baby's first words are "gumbo" and "whereyat" > >You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish >boils > >When you give directions you use "lakeside" and "riverside' not north & >south > >Your ancestors are buried above the ground. > >You get on a green trolley car to go to the park and a red one to the >French Quarter > >You listen to holiday songs such as "the 12 yats of Christmas" and >"Santa and his reindeer used to live next door" > >You walk on the "banquet" (sidewalk) and stand in the "neutral ground" >(area of ground between a two sided street) "by ya mommas" (by your >mother's house). > >Someone asks for directions and you stop and help them with a smile > >You start an angel food cake with a roux. > >Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook. > >You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids. > >You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet. > >You think Ground Hog Day and the Boucherie Festival are the same holiday. > >You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco. > >Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry. > >You have an *envie* for something instead of a craving. > >You use a "#3" washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor. > >You use two or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them >from the late frost. > >You use a gill net to play tennis, badminton, or volleyball. > >The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car >motor. > >You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge. > >The four basic food groups are boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried >seafood and beer > >You are asked to name the holy trinity and your reply is "onions, >celery, bell pepper." > >You let your black coffee cool, and find that it has gelled. > >You describe a link of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast." > >Every once in a while, you have waterfront property. > >Your mama announces each morning, "Well, I've got the rice cooking ... >what will we have for dinner?" > >None of your potential vacation destinations are north of the old >Mississippi River Bridge (US 190). > >You refer to Louisiana winters as "Gumbo Weather." > >You get a disappointing look from your wife and describe it as, "She >passed me a pair of eyes." > >You think of gravy as a beverage. > >You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette Regional Airport with >"AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." > >You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the >dead ones," and you know what he means. > >You learned Bourre the hard way: Holding yourself upright in your crib. > >You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames. > >You give up Tabasco for Lent > >You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods. > >You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national >holiday. > >You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws. > >You leave a parade with footprints on your hands. > >You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together > >Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled. > >You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball >team. > >You like your rice and your politics dirty. > >No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed >in the food. > >Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner. > >Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick, Jr's. > >You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 >Tulane;" "At the beach, at the beach, the Pontchartrain Beach..." > >You ask, "How they running?" and "Are they fat?" but, you're inquiring >about seafood quality and not the Cresent City Classic. > >When a hurricane is imminent, you have a lot more faith in Nash >Roberts than some Super Doppler 6000. > >Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and >you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart. > >Nothing shocks you. Period. Ever. > >Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in >traffic. > >Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your >seafood platter. > >You have to take your coffee and favorite coffeemaker with you on a >three-day trip. > >You have sno-ball stains on your shoes. > >You call tomato sauce "red gravy." > >Your middle name is your mother's maiden name, or your father's >mother's maiden name, or your mother's mother's maiden name, or your >grandmother's mother's maiden name, or your grandfather's mother's >maiden name. > >On certain spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast. > >Your house payment is less than your utility bill. > >You've done your laundry in a bar. > >You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras. > >You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease. > >You "boo" the mayor on national television. > >You wear sweaters in because it ought to be cold. > >Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw." > >.Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a >football player. > >You suck heads, eat tail, sing the blues and you actually know where >you got them shoes. > >You shake out your shoes before putting them on. > >You don't think it inappropriate to refer to a large adult male as "Li'l >Bubba." > >You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain >steps (for more than one reason). > >You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun >accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show. > >You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm. > >You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just >sat in traffic. > >You still call the Fairmont Hotel, the Roosevelt. > >You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking >space on a public street. > >You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans. > >Your one-martini lunch becomes a five-bloody mary afternoon... and you >keep your job. > >Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in >traffic. > >You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer. When >it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head. > >You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the >other good places you've eaten. > >You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from New >Orleans. > > > > >-- >Doh!
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LMAO - I have done just about all of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for posting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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