Dave's World (Repost from 6-24-2005)

For the next couple of weeks I'll be reposting some of my favorite posts over the years to celebrate the 5th birthday of my blog. To kick things off, my first posting ever:

So this is my first blog. My name is Dave... see title. Before I jump right into this thing here's some information my neice emailed me. I'm from Oklahoma and you know you're from Oklahoma if:

You can properly pronounce Eufaula, Gotebo, Okemah, and Chickasha.
You think that people who complain about the wind in their states are sissies.
A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.
Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.
You see people wear bib overalls at funerals.
You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.
You measure distance in minutes.
You refer to the capital of Oklahoma as "The City."
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.
Little smokies are something you serve only for special occasions.
You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
You know cow pies are not made of beef.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You have known someone who has had one belt buckle bigger than your fist.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other go first.
You know in which state Miam-uh is and in which state Miam-ee is.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.
Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.
A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Ford F350 4x4 GT is a status symbol.
You know everything goes better with Ranch.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
You actually get these jokes and are "fixin" to send them to your friends.

Finally, you are 100% Oklahoman if you have ever heard this conversation:
"You wanna coke?" "Yeah." "What kind?" "Dr. Pepper."