You know how to polka , but never tried it sober....
You know what knee-high by the Fourth of July means.
You know it is traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between the reception and the wedding dance.
You know the difference between "Green" and "Red" farm machinery, and would fight with your friends on the playground over which was better!
You buy Christmas presents at Fleet Farm.
You spent more on beer & liquor than you did on food at your wedding.
You hear someone use the word "oof-dah" and you don't break into uncontrollable laughter.
You or someone you know was a "Dairy Princess" at the 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, hunting season and harvest are all taken into consideration before wedding dates are set.
A Friday night date is getting a six-pack and taking your girlfriend shining for deer.
Saturday you go to your local bowling alley.
There was at least one kid in your class who had to help milk cows in the morning... phew!
You have driven your car on the lake.
You can make sense of "upnort" and "batree".
Every wedding dance you have ever been to has the hokey pokey and the chicken dance.
Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
The local gas station sells live bait.
At least twice a year some part of your home doubles as a meat processing plant.
You think that the start of deer season is a national holiday.
I got this in my email from my sister a while back and I can attest that it is fairly accurate.
I do not know how to polka, but could probably do it if I was drunk enough.
I do know what should be knee high by the Fourth of July.
I only went to one non-Wisconsin wedding and was surprised that there wasn't the bar-hop between the ceremony and the reception. And, although we did the Hokey-pokey, I only learned of the Chicken Dance at the non-Wisconsin wedding.
There are only two brands of farm equipment, John Deere and all the rest.
I HAVE bought Christmas presents at Fleet Farm!
Your wedding is considered a disaster if there isn't ample alcohol - and besides, no body cares if the food is bad if they're drunk.
I know "oof-da" and "combine" well.
As far as the steel post - I am not that stupid, why would I ever want to lick a post? But I did get an icicle stuck in my mouth once!
Crick = creek. Warsh = wash. Upnort = Up North (my neck of the woods). Batree = battery. I don't speak the language, I just understand it.
"Football schedules, hunting season and harvest" are taken into account before planning ANYTHING!
There were
several children in my class that had to get up and milk cows in the morning.
I have driven my car on the lake. Once I did it right after work (at about 1am) and got it stuck in a snow bank in the middle of the lake. I was not dressed in winter gear; in fact, I was wearing Chinese slippers and only had a light jacket. I had to walk about a mile to the nearest building with a light on - a bar - for help. And, as is normal, everyone in the place was not only willing, but thought it a treat to come to the rescue. So two drunk guys got in their truck, drove out to my car, chained it to theirs ('cause anyone with a truck in Wisconsin has tow chains, you know) and towed it off the lake.
To give you a sense of the importance of bars in the lives of Wisconsinites, there was a town due north of us that had a population of 6. They had 2 bars!
Every gas station has bait where I come from.
Growing up, our basement and garage served as the deer processing areas and the kitchen served as the fish and small game processing area.
It wasn't until I moved away from my home town that I realized that the whole country didn't shut down for the week following the start of the gun deer season.
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Yes, we still have him - and he is a hugger. Here you can see me and the cat necking. He likes to wrap his paws around my neck and tuck his head under my chin or in my hair. I have to be careful though, he also likes to nip.
In this picture you can see some of his beautiful markings, although the picture really doesn't do him justice. I had a lot of trouble getting a picture of him as whenever he sees me, he runs to me to be picked up.
I could never resist a kitty in need - which is how at one time I had 10 of them in my house!! My friend has a cat who nips...I've left her house bleeding from his "love bites" more times than I can count!! Monchhichi is absolutely adorable!!!
i have always wondered... what do you need to do to keep cats and dogs together without them killing each other...
i've never tried it, so i don't know...
it's just something that intrigues me
Heather, if I wasn't careful I would he would draw blood too!
Leon, dogs and cats aren't naturally inclined to hate each other. It's really about the personality of the animals, their experiences and the guidance of the owners.
When I introduce a new animal to the group, I make sure that the ones I had previously know that this new one is a friend of mine, and therefore should be a friend of theirs, or at the very least, should not be harassed. I also make sure that I am fair with attention to avoid jealously issues. A slow introduction is a must for any new animal. I let them have short, always supervised, periods of time together at first. Then I make the time longer and longer.
Neither of my dogs were really agressive by nature and they both know that I am alpha. The cat is very mild-mannered himself and loves affection. Once he figured out that the dogs weren't going to hurt him, he buddied right up to them. It took less than a week.
There was a loose domesticated bunny in our neighborhood, and I tried to catch it to take to the animal shelter. No dice.
My first cat was a stray too!
Awww. Awww. AWWWWwwwwww!! I always say when an animal shows up on your doorstep asking for help, you can never turn them away. I keep waiting for one to show up on our doorstep. I want a cuddling puddytat.
When I was in high school, we had a stray move in with us, and she used to sit behind me and love-rub my hair and head and then nip. She would get herself into such a loved up frenzy the teeth came out. Her favourite nip spot was my chin. I miss her. She lived to be 19. I think her ghost still visits me when ever I take a nap.
Evil Spock, we have had trouble getting our shelter to take in animals too. But I guess without proper funding, what can they do? Our shelter has been opened and shut down three times in the last two years due to funding and local policies (which also affected funding).
Lyvvie, I like having animals find me. And I have enough finding me that I really don't need to go looking for any!
Zuchi's favorite place to nip me is the chin. He's learned that I don't like it, but he still has a strong desire to do it. So when he gets worked up, I can see him fighting himself not to. He has contented himself with baring his teeth and pressing them against my chin.