go texan day

So today is “Go Texan Day” in Conroe, Texas which includes dressing up in boots, being overly zealous about your state, and a parade.

So in honor of this momentous day and the honkin’ state I reside in…

You know you’re in Texas when…

You see more Texan flags than American flags.

You know someone who ate the 72 oz steak and got it for free.

You don’t see icecream trucks, but taco trucks.

You realize that people are in texas are extremely proud of their state and think it is still their own country. 

They named a NFL team after the state. I think Michigan should call themselves the “Michiganders”! That’s fierce! You prefer Whataburger to McDonalds.

You get pulled over by a cop, that’s driving a truck.

You have more Tex-Mex places than people that live in your town.

You can drive 11 hours in still be in the same freakin’ state. Everything’s bigger in texas!

You’ve hung ornaments and tinsel on a tumbleweed and used it as a Christmas tree.

You can buy jalepenos from any fast food resturant.

You know from experience that rattlesnake meat tastes like chicken.

You can tell a rock from an armadillo at 300 yards. You have both a dog and a brother-in-law named Bud.

You have two seasons: hot and hot as hell.

Your local grocery store sells cactus in the Fresh Produce department.

You choose a brand of Mexican salsa with the same care that another might use to select a bottle of fine wine.

You think that the 4 basic food groups are nachos, bar-b-que, fajitas, and Copenhagen. You listen to the radio and realize how many country music songs were inspired by this great state. God bless texas, all my ex’s live in texas, etc.

You can wear flip flops on Christmas day but not your reindeer wool sweater.

You start wondering what exactly an “aggie” is, what does it mean to “gig” someone, and why are people so in love with this school.

You see an oil drill in your back yard.

Your Pastor wears boots.

The Blue Book value on your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas it has in it.