You Know You're From Indiana When:

My dad sent me this....things like this are usually so corny they're not worth the time reading. But this time, I'm not only sharing...I'm annotating!

You think the state Bird is Larry.
Well sure. Tall, skinny, pasty white boy rules NBA. Everybody needs heroes. Especially pasty, skinny kids.

You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.
Well, not now...

There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."
Near you...try in my backyard. We could hear the band during football games.

You know Batesville is the casket-making capital of the world and you're proud of it.
Heck, I've worked there.

You could never figure out spring forward-fall back, so screw Daylight Savings Time!
Yeah, but I'm converted now. DST allows you to leave work in the middle of summer and have enough daylight for a full round of golf.

Your feelings get hurt whenever someone points out the acronym for Purdue University is PU.
Nah, Purdue sucks. See below.

You know several people who have hit a deer.
Yeah, but that happens all over.

Down south to you means Kentucky.
And to be avoided at all costs.

You have no problem spelling or pronouncing Terre Haute.
Home of Indiana State University. See Bird, Larry...

Your school classes were canceled because of cold.
Yes.

Your school classes were canceled because of heat.
Again, yes...

You know what the phrase "knee-high by the Fourth of July" means.
Doesn't everybody measure time by corn growth?

You've heard of Euchre, you know how to play Euchre, and you are a master of Euchre.
Clearly.

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.
But less and less so as time goes by.

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.
Come on...we're not all hicks in Indiana. I, for one, never detassled or baled. I had a paper route. And worked in a library.

You say things like catty-wampus and kitty corner and know what they mean.
Yeah, but I like bigger words that people can't spell.

You install security lights on your house and garage, then leave them both unlocked.
I didn't install them--I bought it that way.

You carry jumper cables in your car regularly.
Be prepared.

You drink pop.
I call it "soda" because this usage bugs the daylights out of me.

You catch frogs at the crick.
I'm on a one-man campaign to eradicate the word "crick", too.

If you want someone to hear you, you holler at 'em.
Don't you?

You know that baling wire was the predecessor to duct tape.
Yeah, the adhesive on duct tape creates a mess when you wrap exhaust pipes with it. Baling wire is better.

You know that strangers are the only ones who come to your front door.
This was my grandparents' house, through and through.

Kids and dogs ride in the passenger seats of cars and the backs of pickups.
Been there, done that. Now I'm older and seeing it terrifies me.

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.
I can't wait for dotted lines so my 200 horses can pass that sucker in a blink.

High school basketball games draw bigger crowds on the weekend than movie theaters, IF you have a movie theater.
Sure, it's a higher quality entertainment product.

Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
And it's hard to do donuts in the summer.

The local paper covers national and international headlines on one page but requires six for local sports.
Priorities, my friend.

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.
BTW, how is Calbert Cheaney doing this year? Or Alan Henderson? Or Bonzi Wells?

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.
And make a compelling defense for him (even though you slightly hate yourself for it...).

The biggest question of your youth was IU or Purdue.
I was an IU fan from early on. But they don't have an engineering school. Purdue's is well-regarded. On a campus visit in high-school I bought a t-shirt that said "Purdue University--I tested out of IU."

It cuts both ways :-)

Indianapolis is the BIG CITY.
Indianapolis rocks. Seriously.

Getting stuck by a train is a legitimate excuse for being late to school or work.
Muncie is surrounded by train tracks. Apparently in the 20s blocking train track intersections was the MO for trapping organized criminals in a town.

Everyone knows who the town cops are, where they live, and whether they're at home or on duty.
And some of us have still been pulled over by one when we blew by him sitting in his driveway.

You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival. And you took back roads to get there. Why sit in traffic?
Matthews, IN. Great fun.

To you, tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded & fried piece of pork served on a bun with pickle.
We've got to die of something, might as well be blockage of the arteries.

You end your sentences with prepositions, as in "Where's it at?" or "Where's he going to?"
I'm trying to figure out how to train this out of me. It still breaks through, almost daily...