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(If you're not from Houston and don't know anything about Houston, don't bother. You won't get it.)

You might be from Houston if:

You're on your way to work one February morning and suddenly you're trapped in a traffic jam caused by a chuck wagon and fifty horses -- with riders -- and you look around to see that everybody in the cars around you is wearing a cowboy hat.

The "farm-to-market" roads have seven lanes.

If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to a Randall's Flagship, a Kroger Signature, a Rice Epicurean (but you have to dress up!), and an HEB Central Market to buy bread and milk

You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.

Your roach story is...You opened your flatware drawer to find a roach the size of the Taco Bell Chihuahua. He stood up and looked you in the eye. You closed the drawer, bought new flatware -- and stored it in the oven.

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.

The name "Bud Adams" makes people snarl, and "Bum Phillips" doesn't mean a bad screwdriver.

"Luv ya Blue" still makes you smile, even if you did run the Oilers out of town.

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 "blue norther" has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes.

You think "Y'all" is perfectly good usage if you're referring to more than one person.

For a Chili Cook-off, you'll use anything from armadillo to frog's legs, but you know that the only GOOD chili is made with chopped -- not ground --beef, and it has NO beans, NO tomatoes, NO hominy, NO corn and NO potatoes. All those things remind us of when we were poor.

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 and you've lived here for going on fifty years. Originally, it was made of oyster shells.

If the humidity is below 90 percent, it's a good hair day.

You know that "Clutch City" has nothing to do with automobile transmissions. "The Dream" is not a fantasy. 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. (Actually, I don't buy that one. I've seen them, and everybody always looks.)

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.

Hmm, it's times like these when I need some sort of Texas-themed icon.


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