You know you’re in [eastern] New Mexico when:
...You don’t even notice any more that the wind blows a lot of the time, but you do notice that you have stopped combing your hair. Ever.
...You haven’t seen a man in a business suit in years, and if you did he would look reeeeal funny. Men look just right in cowboy boots and cowboy hats and those long, lean jeans. Jes’ right.
...You think,
that’s the way the Good Lord meant for men to dress, even inside of your own head.
...You no longer stop and think
hey, those are hymns about the background music they play in stores. You get "The Old Rugged Cross" stuck in your head for days.
...You’ve seen Pat Boone at Cowboy Church, still looking good after all these years in cowboy boots and cowboy hat and those long, lean jeans, and have thought nothing of it.
...You even know what Cowboy Church
is.
...You also know what a piggin’ string is and no longer think it’s gross when they carry it in their teeth.
...You nod knowingly when a man confesses, "
Life just ain't right if I don't get to rope every day."
...Flat land looks just about right now, and you’ve gotten scared by a TV car commercial where the car is tooling along right in the mountains, next to a big drop-off, with no guard rail. White knuckled, heart-poundingly scared by a TV car commercial.
...The only drop-offs we have here on the side of the roads are called bar ditches and they only drop off a few inches.
...That cow-y smell comes rolling through town and you think one of two things. 1)
oooh, it’s just like living [jes’ lack livin’] out on the ranch or 2)
ahhh, that good ol’ smell of money.
Help me! Ah’m fixin’ to assimilate.
~clairz