Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Orale! This is what living in New Mexico is all about.

If your good jeans are the ones you wear to church, funerals or the Santa Fe Opera, you must be a New Mexican.

If linguists, anthropologists and historians appear at the door to visit with grandpa or grandma, you must be a New Mexican.

If you've ever voted for a politician named Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker or Jose Cuervo, you're definitely a New Mexican.

If your mama said you'd never find a husband if you didn't learn to make tortillas, you could be a New Mexican.

If you live near any alien landing sites, you might be a New Mexican. But then again, maybe you're just passing as a New Mexican.

If you wear shorts all year long, even when it's cold, you could be a New Mexican.

If your yard art is a bathtub shrine, a wagon wheel, a mine car, farm implements or a pump, you might be a New Mexican. If it's a chainsaw bear, you must live in Ruidoso.

If you don't own a tie, or the one tie you own is parked on a door knob in the office — in case of surprise visits by the boss; you might be a New Mexican.

If you think the only proper neckwear is a bolo tie, you're a New Mexican.

If you're female and you can back up a truck with a horse trailer hitched up, if you can drive a tractor or a backhoe, you must be a New Mexican.

If you can do all that with perfect hair and makeup, you live on the East Side.

If you've had to take out a second mortgage to finance your daughter's quinceanera, you might be a New Mexican.

If you think duct tape is for dummies because you actually know how to fix things, you might be a New Mexican.

If you've ever competed in a lizard race, a duck race or a cow chip throwing contest, you might be a New Mexican.

If your bank account is hanging around your neck in turquoise jewelry, if the only jewelry you own is turquoise, you could be a New Mexican.

If you've ever spent $40 to send $10 worth of chile and pinto beans to a loved one overseas, you must be a New Mexican.

If you don't know anybody named Bubba but lots of guys named Chuey, you might be a New Mexican.

If you like to see horizons and find thick stands of trees claustrophobic, you might be a New Mexican.

If your landscaping includes a toilet planter or two, you must live in Socorro.

If you've ever incorporated bed springs, pallets, lumber yard slash or corrugated steel into a fence, you must be a New Mexican.

If you have four cars in the driveway, and at least one is driveable, you must be a New Mexican.

If you use a drill bit for a door stop, you must live in Hobbs. Or Farmington.

If your ancestors have been here for 200 years and your neighbors still think you're a newcomer, you must be a New Mexican.

If you can stand in the checkout line at the grocery store and hear at least three languages, you might be a New Mexican. If you can hear four languages, you must live in Gallup.

If you throw a casual family gathering and 45 people show up, and most of them live within a few miles, you must be a New Mexican.

If your lawn furniture includes a cable spool or car seats, you could be a New Mexican.

If you've made a tumbleweed snowman or decorated the cholla and cactus in your yard, you could be a New Mexican.

1 comment:

  1. I'm New Mexican! Thank God....for a second there I thought I was from Texas.

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