You know you're 100% Texan if...
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.
You use the phrase "fixin' to" almost daily.
You can properly pronounce the town Mexia, Waxahachie and Mesquite.
You know exactly what calf fries are, and eat them anyway.
You think that people who complain about the wind in their states are sissies.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door but by the availability of shade.
You have owned at least one belt buckle bigger than your fist.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other one go first.
When you hear a tornado siren, you go out and look for a funnel.
Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.
A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado 3500 Extended Cab is.
You know that everything goes better with Ranch.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
You have had this conversation:
"You wanna Coke?"
"Yep"
"What kind?"
"Dr. Pepper."
All the above apply to me, hehe. "Born an American by luck, Born a Texan by the grace of God"