More Houstonianisms
One of my other friends from Houston found this site and its on my wall but I just had to share and maybe we can add them to the main list.....
You Know You're From Houston When...
The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Asian characters instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise there.
You have a Roach Story
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes; 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 go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands.
You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more than one person.
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year.
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.)
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.
The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex.
A 747 with the Space Shuttle riding piggyback has actually flown low, right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. Treasury has.
You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather that they keep the title of "Smog Capital."
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour 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.
Ok, I've really gotta go make dinner now.
You Know You're From Houston When...
The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.
You wander into a section of town where you can't read the street signs because they're written in Asian characters instead of English, but you don't care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise there.
You have a Roach Story
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you don't think he's won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes; 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 go to an art festival on Westheimer and you're almost run down by two cross-dressers on roller blades, holding hands.
You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more than one person.
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year.
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.)
You've never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.
The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex.
A 747 with the Space Shuttle riding piggyback has actually flown low, right overhead, and nobody paid any attention to it.
You know that while saving you money, "Mattress Mac" has amassed more than the U.S. Treasury has.
You're happy to have beaten Los Angeles out of a football team, but you'd rather that they keep the title of "Smog Capital."
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff's deputy who wears a white pompadour 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.
Ok, I've really gotta go make dinner now.