WISCONSIN

I'm originally from Missouri and spent time in ministry in both Illinois and Minnesota. Because of that, I never really considered Wisconsin my home, even though I've now lived in the state over 18 years - longer than I've ever lived in anywhere else since becoming an adult. So I can't really disregard that. I'm am a Wisconsinite ... just face it.

So I got this last week from someone and thought it was worthy to blog on - however self-deprecating it may be. Enjoy.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM WISCONSIN IF ...

Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.

"Vacation" means playing miniature golf at the Dells.

A clean bowling shirt is appropriate attire for a wedding.

You think of the major four food groups as cheese, beer, brats, and Jell-O salad with marshmallows.

You own just three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup.

You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

You know several people who have hit a deer.

You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

You see people wear bib overalls at funerals.

You think that opening day of deer season is a national holiday.

You refer to the Packers as "we."

Down South to you means Chicago.

A brat is something you eat.

You know that Eau Claire is not something you eat.

You have more miles on your snowblower than your car.

You ever went to a wedding reception in a bowling alley.

You own at least one cheese head.

Sunday afternoons are sacred for the Packer game.

You get irritated at sports announcers that pronounce it "Wes-con-sin."

You or someone you know was a "Dairy Princess" at a county fair.

The trunk of you car doubles as a deep freezer.

You drive 65 miles per hour through snow without flinching.

:)

AND BE BLESSED.