You know you're from Indiana when...

[ghost of miles]

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM INDIANA WHEN:

You think the state Bird is Larry.

You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.

There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."

You know Batesville is the casket-making capital of the world and you're

proud of it.

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 PU.

You know several people who have hit a deer.

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 a 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.

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 say things like catty-wampus and kitty corner and know what they mean.

You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave them both

unlocked.

You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.

You drink pop.

You catch frogs at the crick.

If you want someone to hear you, you holler at 'em.

You know that baling 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 driving on the roads and being stuck behind a farm

implement in spring and

fall. You just hope it's not a hog truck or a manure spreader.

High school basketball games draw bigger crowds on the weekend than movie

theaters, IF you have a movie theater.

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.

You can repeat the scores of the last eight NBA 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 Bobby Knight's exploits over the last few years.

Indianapolis is the BIG CITY.

Getting stuck by a train is a legitimate excuse for being late to school or

work.

Everyone knows who the town cops are, where they live, and whether they're

at home or on duty.

You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival. And 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, and fried piece of

pork served on a bun with pickle.

You end your sentences with prepositions, as in "Where's it at?" or

"Where's he going to?"

If you are a Hoosier or have Hoosier roots you will have read this and

found everything to be

perfectly normal. In fact, isn't that the way it is everywhere?

[jazzypaul]

And almost all of this is null and void if you're from Gary. Then you're just in the Chicago suburbs with the really cheap smokes.

I would hate gigs in Gary if half my family wasn't from there. It's a great excuse to go visit 'em.

A tip of the hat to you Indiana folks.

[sheldonm]

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM INDIANA WHEN:

You think the state Bird is Larry.

You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.

There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."

You know Batesville is the casket-making capital of the world and you're

proud of it.

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 PU.

You know several people who have hit a deer.

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 a 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.

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 say things like catty-wampus and kitty corner and know what they mean.

You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave them both

unlocked.

You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.

You drink pop.

You catch frogs at the crick.

If you want someone to hear you, you holler at 'em.

You know that baling 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 driving on the roads and being stuck behind a farm

implement in spring and

fall. You just hope it's not a hog truck or a manure spreader.

High school basketball games draw bigger crowds on the weekend than movie

theaters, IF you have a movie theater.

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.

You can repeat the scores of the last eight NBA 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 Bobby Knight's exploits over the last few years.

Indianapolis is the BIG CITY.

Getting stuck by a train is a legitimate excuse for being late to school or

work.

Everyone knows who the town cops are, where they live, and whether they're

at home or on duty.

You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival. And 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, and fried piece of

pork served on a bun with pickle.

You end your sentences with prepositions, as in "Where's it at?" or

"Where's he going to?"

If you are a Hoosier or have Hoosier roots you will have read this and

found everything to be

perfectly normal. In fact, isn't that the way it is everywhere?

....well, let me take this piece of straw from my mouth before I respond.....I have lived in Indianapolis my entire life and I haven't done/thought most of the things on the list but it's amusing just the same!

[ghost of miles]

Well, perhaps you and I can't relate to it as well because we're both from "the big city!"

Pass that piece o' straw this way, friend... we're all related anyway, right?

[sheldonm]

Well, perhaps you and I can't relate to it as well because we're both from "the big city!"

Pass that piece o' straw this way, friend... we're all related anyway, right?