What a hoot!! I went to Purdue 20+ years ago, but so much of this was familiar. Thanks for the memories and the chuckles!
When I first read that message, I thought, “What does New Haven, Connecticut have to do with anything?” But my girlfriend cleared that up.
She loved the lists. She really identified with many of the items on them and had a lot of fun with them.
I asked her about “corning cars,” but she hadn’t heard of that one.
Another Hoosier checking in… And yes, my first job WAS detassling corn. 
And I have played Euchre since the age of five (It is actually a very fun card game). And TENDERLOINS! MMmmmmmmm.
You know you are a Hoosier when…
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You know what a “Gravel Pit” really is, and what it is used for…
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Your “Home Town” consists of a crosssroad, with a church on one corner, and a baseball diamond on the opposite one.
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You use the term “Katty Korner”.
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You can STILL walk down a gravel road barefoot.
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Trapping groundhogs in the soybean field is the highlight of your week.
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The “Haymount” was your favorite place to play as a kid.
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GIRLS in your high school chewed tobacco.
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Your grandmother drove a pickup truck… (Still does).
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You have trophies in your house for showing a Grand Champion Angus.
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Your mother can STILL outshoot you.
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Sutra Self!
OMG. What a hoot. My ex-husband is from Indiana. These are all so true. I spent three miserable vacations in Portland (what a waste of vacation time) where the whole family would sit around and play Euchre every night and the big dinner of the week would be a BIG tenderloin sandwich from bar/restaurant “downtown” and the highlight of the vacation would be to go to Amish country to get bread and jams. WooHoo!
Vestal…can I add one…you have a serious addiction to Big Red.
Needs2know…is a Virginian but her sister is a Hoosier so are two of her cousins and her most beloved maternal grandmother. (rest her soul) Hence…she is a Mellencamp fan, college ball is the only worthwhile spectator sport, and she knows all the words to “Back Home again in Indidana”. She watches the Indy 500 every year just so she can stand in front of the TV and sing it at the top of her lungs. She has a geode from the White river sitting right next to her front porch. She’s swam in the “icebox” quarry when she was a kid. And drank the “pluto water” in French Lick. Oh yeah…it’s IU.
I almost forgot…my mother hit a deer and really messed up her car back years ago when she was working at Crane.
Needs2know
Okatym, I confess to being an adopted Hoosier; My wife was born and raised in New Haven, and all my kids were born in Logansport. I was stationed at Grissom AFB, just up from Kokomo, for ten years. Having said that, let me just say I’ve been exiled in Idaho for almost 9 years now, and I still get homesick for Indiana, especially this time of year! Ahhh! Brown County in the Fall! Sigh! And Nashville House has the best apple butter, bar none! So Voguevixen, I understand misty eyed.
TN*hippy, The only one I’ve heard with any consistency is that someone would knock on a cabin door, and the occupant would call out “who’s here?” and it since got corrupted to “hoosier”.
Oh! And the Amish fair in Grabel is wonderful!
Sigh! great! Now I’m really feeling homesick! 
I’m glad y’all are enjoyin’ the thread so much!
dragonlady! I’m shocked!
When and where, hon?
I suppose out in the cornfield Sweetie!!!
I’m waiting…
Woohoo! I’m there, sweetie! But you better get out here to Boise fast, before they harvest it! 
- You know what FFA stands for.
OK, I confess to not knowing what FFA is. Would somebody care to enlighten me?
<b>F</b>uture <b>F</b>armers of <b>A</b>merica.
So much code, so little satisfaction…
Now that’s just embarassing…
(sent to me by a native Chicagoian who spend several years exiled in Northern Indiana and is still bitter about it)
Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, “Where have you been?”
God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, “Look Michael, look what I’ve made.”
Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, “What is it?”
It’s a planet," replied God, “and I’ve put Life on it. I’m going to call it Earth and it’s going to be a great place of balance.”
“Balance?”, inquired Michael, still confused.
God explained, pointing to different parts of earth, “For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while southern Europe is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hot spot. Over there I’ve placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people,” God continued, pointing to different countries. “This one will be
extremely hot and arid while this one will be very cold and covered in ice.”
The Archangel, impressed by God’s work, then pointed to a large land mass and said, “What’s that one?”
“Ah,” said God. “That’s Illinois, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful lakes, rivers and streams. The people from Illinois are going to be modest, intelligent and humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace.”
Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, “What about balance, God? You said there would be balance!”
God replied wisely, “Wait until you see the idiots I’m putting next to them in Indiana and Wisconsin.”