I sincerely hope I'm not violating some kind of blog etiquette here, but I just had to post this list.
I know. As if receiving spam in your email isn't bad enough, you now have to read it here too. But in this case, because I'm from Minnesota, I'm claiming that this list is providing cultural background on me and my town, and therefore justifies the fact that I'm simply republishing someone else's spam. I also thought it would help you forgive me if I put a nice picture at the top.
In any case, this list is particularly pertinent here in St. Cloud, where we are really nothing more than a giant retail hub for the rural farm community that surrounds us for miles. That being said, I was suckered into finding this very funny (and true) and thought I would share it with you here. So, turn off your spam filters because
You know how to polka, but never tried it sober.
You know what knee-high by the Fourth of July means.
You know it's traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between the ceremony and the reception.
You were delighted to get a miniature snow shovel for your 3rd birthday.
You buy Christmas presents at Fleet Farm.
You spent more on beer than you did on food at your wedding.
You hear someone use the word "oof-dah" and you don't immediately break into uncontrollable laughter.
You or someone you know was a "Dairy Princess" at a county fair.
You know that "combine" is a noun.
You let your older siblings talk you into putting your tongue on a steel
post in the middle of winter.
You think Lutheran and Catholic are THE major religions.
You know that "creek" rhymes with "pick."
Football schedules are checked before wedding dates are set.
A Friday night date is taking your girlfriend shining for deer.
Saturday you go the local bowling ally.
There was at least one kid in your class who had to help milk
cows in the morning...pew!
You have driven your car on a lake.
You can make sense out of the word "upnort" and "batree."
At every wedding you have been to you have had to dance the hokey pokey & the chicken dance.
Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
The local gas station sells live bait.
You always believed that vacation meant "going up North."
At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
Your mom asks, "Were you born in a barn?" and you know exactly
what she means.
You think that the start of deer season is a national holiday.
Pop is not only what you call your dad, but is the ONLY name
You actually understand these jokes and forward them to all
your Minnesota friends!
(or post them on your blog - ouch!)