Not a Hard Knock Life

I've lived in Florida my entire life (I moved from the South to the North when I got married... I'm in the Panhandle now). I laughed at the accuracy of this list I saw over at Rosezilla's. This is no foolin'.

You Might Be a Floridian If...

You know the four seasons really are: almost summer, summer,
not summer but hot, and Christmas.

"Down South" means Key West.

"Panhandling" means going to Pensacola.

Flip-flops are everyday wear.

Shoes are for business meetings and church.

No, wait, flip flops are good for church too.

Socks are only for bowling.

Orange juice from concentrate makes you sick.

Sweet tea can be served at any meal.

An alligator once walked through your neighborhood.

You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt.

You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.

A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.

A good parking place has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade.

Your winter coat is made of denim.

You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.

It's not "pop." It's "soda" or "coke."

Anything under 70 is chilly.

You pass on the right and honk at the elderly.

You understand the futility of exterminating cockroaches.

You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee, Withlacoochee, Okahumpka and Loxahatchee.

You understand why it's better to have a friend with a boat than have a boat yourself.

You've driven through Yeehaw Junction.

Bumper stickers on the pickup in front of you include various fish, the NRA and a confederate flag.

You were 8 before you realized they made houses without pools.

You were 12 when you first met someone who couldn't swim.

You've worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas.

You know what the "stingray shuffle" is and why it's important!

You could swim before you could read.

You have to drive north to get to The South.

You know that no other grocery store can compare to Publix.

Every other house had blue roofs in 2004-2005.

You know that anything under a Category 3 just isn't worth waking up for.

You dread lovebug season.

You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren't Hurricane Charley, Hurricane Frances...but Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne.

You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty average.

You haven't seen snow.

You eat ice cream cones in the winter, because it's finally cool enough so that it won't melt instantly down your arm.

You save your sweater for summer when everyone's A/C is so cold, you are freezing in their houses or cars.