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You Know You're a Cajun When . . .
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled. (This is a personal one - it's always pronounced Le-BLANK.)
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
You get up in the morning and start cooking a pot of rice before you give any thought to what you'll fix for dinner.
Your baby's first words are "long beads."
You ask, "How dey running?" and "Are dey fat?" but you're inquiring about seafood quality.
When a hurricane is imminent, you have a lot more faith in Nash Roberts than Super Doppler 6000.
Nothing shocks you, period, ever. Not politics, hurricanes, red lights, parking tickets, the Saints, Mardi Gras.
Your "one martini lunch" becomes a "five Bloody Mary afternoon" and you keep your job.
You're walking with a plastic cup of beer. When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your fried seafood platter.
You call tomato sauce "red gravy."
You know you recycled too much newspaper when there isn't enough for the dinner (or crawfish) table.
Your house payment is less than your air conditioning bill.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.
You know it's "ask" but you purposely say "ax."
You understand it when someone describes their favorite color as K & B purple.
Someone asks you, "Where you at?" and you tell them how you are.
You are left behind at an out-of-town bar searching for a "go cup."
You think of potholes as naturally occurring speed bumps.
Your grandparents are called "Maw Maw" and "Paw Paw."
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just sat in traffic.
You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
Every so often, you have waterfront property.
You pronounce Lafayette as "Laffy-ette" not "La-fy-ette".
You learned to drive a boat before you could drive a car.
You know the meaning of a "Cocodrie Reeboks". (a pair of white fishing boots)
You offer somebody a "coke" and then ask them what kind: Coca-Cola, Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, 7Up?
You can name all of your 3rd cousins.
You plan your wedding around hunting season & LSU football.
You have a ditch on at least one side of your property.
You can list all the ingredients of a gumbo or a jambalaya.
If you ever had to wait for the bridge to "come down" so you can get home.
If you've ever been to a wedding and someone either danced in a #3 washtub or with a broom and this was considered normal.
You "make your groceries" or "save your dishes" or have an "ice box".
You mow your lawn with a "mowin' machine."
You can't think of anybody that can cook better than your momma.
You know when it's appropriate to use "Tony Chachere's".
You know an old person that can "treat" you for warts.