You might be a Blue Blood If....

This is a switch, it's about Northerners

  BlueBloods are Northerners --- the opposite of Rednecks ,

  and you might be a BlueBlood if...


  Instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call
  them "you guys," even if both of them are women.

  You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."

  You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY.

  You would never stop to buy something somebody
was cooking on the side of the road.
(e.g., boiled peanuts, pronounced bald penis) .

  You don't have any problems pronouncing
"Worcestershire sauce"    correctly.

  For breakfast, you would prefer
potatoes-au-gratin to grits.

  You never had and don't know what a moon pie is.

  You've never, ever eaten okra --
fried, boiled, or pickled.

  You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.

  You've never seen a live chicken, and the
only cows you've seen are on road trips.

  You have no idea what a polecat is.

  You don't see anything wrong with
putting a sweater on your dog.

  You would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than at Six Flags.

  You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to
   get his own TV fishing show.

  You drink either "Pop" or "Soda"- instead of "Cokes."

  You've never eaten and don't know how to make a tomato sandwich.

  You have never planned your summer vacation
around a  gun-'n-knife show.

  You think more money should go to important scientific research at
   your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.

  You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores.

    You call binoculars opera glasses.

  You can't spit out the car window without pulling
over to the side  of the road and stopping.

  You don't know anyone with at least two first names
(i.e., Joe   Bob, Faye Ellen , Billy Ray, Mary Jo,
Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice)

  You don't know any women with male names
(i.e., Tommie, Bobbie, Johnnie, Jimmie)

  You don't have Maw-maw's & Paw-paw's.

  You've never been to a craft show.

  None of your fur coats are homemade.

  You have no idea who the Allisons,
Pettys or Earnhardts are.