Just the other morning, Bob was saying that I am such a Texan because I wanted to turn the heat on. It was about 63 degrees in the house and I was chilly. I think this is normal, but apparently, Bob is right. Apparently, I'm becoming a Texan.
You're mostly texan. You know your Mexican food, state heritage and are probably slightly politically aware. You can probably pronounce Kukendall, Manchaca and Boerne correctly. Go you.
How Texan Are You?
I saw this quiz on Janna's blog and I thought I take it just to see if I really am becoming a Texan. Does this mean that I'm only 40% Minnesotan? I hope not. I've only been here since August, so the future doesn't look good. I do like it here in Big Texas, so maybe it's not such a bad thing. I've noticed that even though some people around here are the stereotypical yahoos you often see Texans portrayed as in films, most of the natives are just nice and friendly and damn proud to be Texans. They're sort of like Minnesotans only louder and with a different funny accent. Well y'all, I could go on and on about this, but I'm fixin' to have lunch with some of the knitters so I better get a move on.