You know you're from Wisconsin if...

You've never met any celebrities.

"Vacation" means playing miniature golf at the Dells.

You've seen all the biggest bands 10 years after they were popular.

You know what's knee-high by the Fourth of July.

You see a car running in the parking lot at the store with no one in it, no matter what time of the year.

You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition. Example: Where's my coat at?" or "If you go to town, I wanna go with."

All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, or animal.

You install security lights on your house and garage and then leave both unlocked.

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

You carry jumper cables in your car.

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

You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

You define -20 degrees F "a little chilly."

You know all four seasons: Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Construction.

You can gauge the depth of your relationship by the number of fingers your friends use to wave to you as you pass by on the road.

You measure distance in minutes.

The corner bar is decorated with neon Pabst signs instead of hanging ferns.

You know several people who have hit a deer.

Your school classes were cancelled because of cold.

Your school classes were canceled because of heat.

You've ridden the school bus for an hour each way.

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

You hear someone use the word "oof-dah" and you don't immediately break into uncontrollable laughter.

You "borrow" your neighbor your snowblower and hope he returns it before the next storm. (And you don't know why there are quotation marks around the word borrow in that sentence.)

You know what "cow tipping" and "snipe hunting" are.

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

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

Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.

You refer to the Packers as "we."

You can make sense out the words upnort and Trivers.

You can identify a Michigan accent.

Down South to you means Chicago.

Traveling coast to coast means going from Superior to Milwaukee.

The Big Three means Miller, Old Milwaukee, and Pabst Blue Ribbon.

A brat is something you eat.

You know that Eau Claire is not something you eat.

You have no problem spelling Milwaukee.

You consider Madison exotic.

You know that Gotham is a real city.

You can actually pronounce Oconomowoc.

You go out for fish fry every Friday.

You can recognize someone from Illinois or Iowa by their driving.

You know how to polka.

You can visit Luxemburg, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Berlin, New London, Poland all in one afternoon.

You've seen mosquitoes with landing lights.

You have more miles on your snowblower than your car.

At least twice a year, your kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.

Your snowblower gets stuck on the roof.

Bucky the Badger hangs on your Christmas tree even if you didn't go to University of Wisconsin-Madison.

You’ve considered voting Brett Favre for president.

You can use the word “ya der hey” easily in a sentence.

Stores don't have bags; they have sacks.

You define Summer as three months of bad sledding.

You have ever gotten frostbitten and sunburned in the same week.

Your idea of creative landscaping is a statue of a cow next to your blue spruce.

You tell someone where you are from and they say, "I thought that was part of Canada."

You have more fishing poles than teeth.

Every sweatshirt you own is either red and white or green and gold.

You have eaten a cream puff at the State Fair.

At every wedding you have been to you have had to dance the hoky poky and the chicken dance.

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

You know it's traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between the ceremony and the reception.

You own at least one cheese head.

Sunday afternoons are sacred for the Packer game.

Saturdays are sacred for the Badger game.

You have ever been to State Street in Madison during a protest of something.

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

You have experienced snow storms in May.

You have had school closed due to wind chills and frostbite warnings.

You know what a "flat-lander" is and you know all the "why Wisconsin is better than Illinois" jokes.

You get choked up when you hear the University Marching Band play "On Wisconsin" or "Varsity."

You have partied at "Summerfest."

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

Sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.

The trunk of you car doubles as a deep freezer.

Your hometown buys a Zamboni when they need a bus.

You drive 65 miles per hour through snow without flinching.

You buy your Christmas presents at Farm and Fleet or Fleet Farm.

You were unaware that there is a legal drinking age.

You actually get these jokes and tell all your Wisconsin friends.

So this is an update for Emily because she has been so loyal to xanga.

I can't believe it's already November! We've had Christmas stuff up at Kohls for over a month now, but now it's actually starting to feel like it's getting closer. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster here. I've been keeping busy with different things. We had flight team competition in Kansas. It was interesting to say the least. We're not going to nationals, so now that's done. I cut back on hours at work, but I'm still there all weekend. I've been doing my best to keep with my swimming schedule with my gimp knee. Now I'm in the process of organizing "stuff", getting a plane to take a cross country with, and putting together a 15 page case study project on Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. That's enough to drive me insane! In my free time, I have been hanging out with friends... shopping and odd excursions with Brent, poker with the guys (beating the pants off them at that!), and slumber parties of course! I am just very excited because my internet is actually working in my apartment. I just starting pressing random buttons and then all of a sudden it decided to work. Maybe I should think about computer science for a future... *pictures Newman banging on the keyboard*... maybe not. Oh yea, Scott has been bringing me to this really cool church that is way out there in the city. It kind of reminds me of Altar at Westbrook. It's pretty cool, I've been enjoying it. Dang, it's late... meh, I have to work at 9 am tomorrow, or today I should say. Bedtime... gotta kick the sleeping bum out of my bed.