11 Things Anyone from Fresno County Knows

11 Things Anyone from Fresno County Knows

You Might Be From Fresno If...

If you're from Fresno, there are some things you just know and have learned to love about where you are from, they are things no one else will ever understand. Here are just some of the things that people from Fresno County know and love. And if anyone ever asks, just show them this article!

1. The Big, Big, BIG, Big Fresno Fair....

Finish the sentence, come on. I know you can do it.

This is the big one for Fresno. This is the Disneyland of Fresno. "Have you been to Disneyland?" "No, but I've been to the Fair." All the 4H kids rejoice and the community comes together to show off their art, produce, and baked goods. We have all been to the Table Mountain concerts at least once. We know the horse races and have stopped by to hang out with Warren Armstrong at the ABC booth. And come on, we can't forget those cinnamon rolls, those things are God's gift to Fresno. He had to do something to make up for the insane heat.

2. Speaking of the Weather...

If you live in Fresno, you know that Facebook meme. The one where God is sitting in his kitchen and His angel comes in. "Hey God, what are you cooking?" And He responds, "Oh, Fresno." Yeah, that one. Fresno heat is not one to be messed with. It lasts from April well into October, sometimes longer, and rarely shorter. If you have lived in Fresno during the summer and didn't have a pool, you at least made sure you knew someone who did. Otherwise, you wouldn't have survived. And can we talk about the fact that one day you are wearing a scarf and down jacket, then the next you are trying not to be arrested for public indecency because it's too hot to even wear a bikini! You know it's bad when Fresno and Phoenix seem to be having turf wars on the Weather Channel.

3. Earthquakes that aren't really that bad, but everyone still loses their minds.

If you have a Facebook and live in Fresno, no doubt you have seen this meme too. And you probably shared it. Everyone freaks out when they feel the slightest movement of the earth. The slightest vibration and we know that we've just had an earthquake, even though the person sitting next to us says we are crazy. My Mom remembers when she was little, her school would tell her that one day California was going to have an earthquake so big that L.A. was just going to drop off into the ocean, and everyone in Fresno was hyped because they were going to have beachfront property. Even though we all seem to think we already do...

4. The beach is ONLY two hours away!

Morro Bay and Pismo Beach are a Fresnan's favorite places and it seems to be that only Fresnans know where those even are. Although the "Jewel of Morro Bay, California" is starting to become more famous because of "Finding Dory!" Thanks Disney! Yet, we mostly go to eat at the "Splash Cafe" because it's too cold and foggy to go into the water anyways. But hey, that clam chowder is to die for. And the coast is a totally cool place to get a tattoo, yeah we all have that one friend (or radio talk show host). I'm talking to you, Ray Appleton.

5. Speaking of famous news anchors Warren Armstrong, Nancy Osborne, Kope, and Graciela Moreno are names every Fresnan knows.

If your Mom isn't playing KMJ in the car and watching ABC30 or Channel 26 for the 5'oclock news, are you even from Fresno? These local celebrities are pretty beloved by their fan base. I remember one time my family saw Warren Armstrong in the line to "It's a Small World" at Disneyland and we were so excited! Also, everyone was so excited when ABC30 went viral because of a certain video at the Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout press event. If you haven't seen this news gem please do yourself a favor. Our guy Cory James even got to appear on GMA. Everyone loves when Fresno gets famous.

6. The things Fresno is famous for...

"The armpit of California." I would argue that we are at least the belly button. Equally smelly and something that everyone is at least a little curious about. It's no secret that we aren't the safest place on Earth. You don't wear red south of Shaw, you just don't. As the car theft capital of the United States, we don't exactly get the best rep, but you have to give us a little credit, we have a lot of diversity. Even our smells are diverse, it might be a cow, it might be a body. It's Fresno, who knows! Hey, at least we have a lot of Dutch Bros. and IHOP's. And have you seen our arts scene? Just take a walk in the Tower District (just try not to go past 9 pm).

7. Let's not forget the Fresno State Bulldogs!

Every Fresnan loves to scream "Go Dogs!" And no doubt you sang "Who Let the Dogs Out" at least once at a Fresno State game. The Bulldogs are cherished by Fresno County residents. Remember when a lot of people hated the Raiders? Well, we all love them now because they got Derek Carr, the sweetheart of Fresno. "Are you a Raiders fan?" "No, but I love #4." It's called the Bulldog effect. Are you really from Fresno if you haven't gotten at least one picture with Time Out and Victor E. Bulldog III?

8. Every Target has a special name.

Fresno loves its Targets. With seven in town, you would think we wouldn't need another store. But we all have our favorites and they each are known for their own special attribute.

Riverpark: The one everyone goes to. It's good for candy when you head to Edwards for a movie and can't spend $25 bucks on popcorn.

Willow and Herndon: The mucky-muck Target. But this one has a special place in my heart because I work at this one.

Shaw and Clovis: The not so cool one, but good for Christmas Shopping.

Shaw and Marks: The one everyone forgets about. Wait, I thought that was a Wal Mart...

Shields and First: The ghetto one.

North Riverside Drive: You didn't even know this one existed until you drove out there and said, "Whoa! There is a Target here?!" Chances are, you still didn't know because you haven't been over there lately.

Blackstone and Bullard: The not so ghetto, but still kinda ghetto one, but good for all the car accessories you need after you got swindled into buying a car across the street. Chances are you probably stopped in after you waited 6 hours for donuts once Fresno finally got a Krispy Kreme back. You know who you are.

9. There is never any parking. Anywhere...

Best burger in town? Forget about it. Doghouse can't even park itself in there. Do you want to go to the super Wal Mart so you don't have to watch someone get their diaper changed in the middle of the aisle? Forget about it. Do you go to school at Fresno State? Good luck! Hope you're in good shape and can walk a mile to class. You would think with over half a million people in Fresno and 100,000 in Clovis they would make some more parking stalls. Have you ever heard that old saying? "Welcome to Riverpark. Where there is no river and no place to park." It's the reason our freeways are so empty most of the time.

10. Clovis really is our better half.

All of the old people and cowboys live over there. Everyone flocks there for the summer concert series and the Clovis Rodeo. The Rodeo is the slightly less cool version of the Fresno Fair. But Boot Barn rejoices because all the fake country girls are going to need their boots so they can get wasted and listen to country music once a year. Clovis also had the first Habit Grill and Friday night Farmer's Market during the summer. Also, can we talk about how Clovis has four schools that all basically have the same name, but everyone just accepts it? At least Buchanan had the right idea. They also have the super strict dress code, but their extracurriculars really make up for it.

11. There really is no place like home.

Everyone always says they can't wait to get the hell out of Fresno. But they always seem to end up back here. No one from Fresno can tell me that when that skyline appears on the 99 North as you are coming back home that you don't get the warm and fuzzies. Downtown Fresno will always be there to welcome you home.

Cover Image Credit: ABC30 Action News

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20 Things That Happen When A Jersey Person Leaves Jersey

Hoagies, pizza, and bagels will never be the same.

Ah, the "armpit of America." Whether you traveled far for college, moved away, or even just went on vacation--you know these things to be true about leaving New Jersey. It turns out to be quite a unique state, and leaving will definitely take some lifestyle adjustment.

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1. You discover an accent you swore you never had.

Suddenly, people start calling you out on your pronunciation of "cawfee," "wooter," "begel," and a lot more words you totally thought you were saying normal.

2. Pork Roll will never exist again.

Say goodbye to the beautiful luxury that is pork roll, egg, and cheese on a bagel. In fact, say goodbye to high-quality breakfast sandwiches completely.

3. Dealing with people who use Papa Johns, Pizza Hut, or Dominos as their go-to pizza.

It's weird learning that a lot of the country considers chain pizza to be good pizza. You're forever wishing you could expose them to a real, local, family-style, Italian-owned pizza shop. It's also a super hard adjustment to not have a pizza place on every single block anymore.

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4. You probably encounter people that are genuinely friendly.

Sure Jersey contains its fair share of friendly people, but as a whole, it's a huge difference from somewhere like the South. People will honestly, genuinely smile and converse with strangers, and it takes some time to not find it sketchy.

5. People drive way slower and calmer.

You start to become embarrassed by the road rage that has been implanted in your soul. You'll get cut off, flipped off, and honked at way less. In fact, no one even honks, almost ever.

6. You realize that not everyone lives an hour from the shore.

Being able to wake up and text your friends for a quick beach trip on your day off is a thing of the past. No one should have to live this way.

7. You almost speak a different language.

The lingo and slang used in the Jersey area is... unique. It's totally normal until you leave, but then you find yourself receiving funny looks for your jargon and way fewer people relating to your humor. People don't say "jawn" in place of every noun.

8. Hoagies are never the same.

Or as others would say, "subs." There is nothing even close in comparison.

9. Needing Wawa more than life, and there's no one to relate.

When you complain to your friends about missing Wawa, they have no reaction. Their only response is to ask what it is, but there's no rightful explanation that can capture why it is so much better than just some convenient store.

10. You have to learn to pump gas. Eventually.

After a long period of avoidance and reluctance, I can now pump gas. The days of pulling up, rolling down your window, handing over your card and yelling "Fill it up regular please!" are over. When it's raining or cold, you miss this the most.

11. Your average pace of walking is suddenly very above-average.

Your friends will complain that you're walking too fast - when in reality - that was probably your slow-paced walk. Getting stuck behind painfully slow people is your utmost inconvenience.

12. You're asked about "Jersey Shore" way too often.

No, I don't know Snooki. No, our whole state and shore is not actually like that. We have 130 miles of some of the best beach towns in the country.

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13. You can't casually mention NYC without people idealizing some magical, beautiful city.

Someone who has never been there has way too perfect an image of it. The place is quite average and dirty. Don't get me wrong, I love a good NYC day trip as much as the next person, but that's all it is to you... a day trip.

14. The lack of swearing is almost uncomfortable.

Jerseyans are known for their foul mouths, and going somewhere that isn't as aggressive as us is quite a culture adjustment.

15. No more jughandles.

No longer do you have to get in the far right lane to make a left turn.

16. You realize that other states are not nearly as extreme about their North/South division.

We literally consider them two different states. There are constant arguments and debates about it. The only thing that North and South Jersey can agree on is that a "Central Jersey" does not exist.

17. Most places also are not in a war over meat.

"Pork roll" or "taylor ham"... The most famous debate amongst North and South Jersey. It's quite a stupid argument, however, considering it is definitely pork roll.

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18. You realize you were spoiled with fresh produce.

After all, it's called the "Garden State" for a reason. Your mouth may water just by thinking about some fresh Jersey corn.

19. You'll regret taking advantage of your proximity to everything.

Super short ride to the beach and a super short ride to Philly or NYC. Why was I ever bored?

20. Lastly, you realize how much pride you actually have in the "armpit of America," even if you claimed to dislike it before.

After all, there aren't many places with quite as much pride. You find yourself defending your state at all necessary moments, even if you never thought that would be the case.

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Acceptance Of Mixed Races Shouldn't Be An Issue

For those multiracial kids who grew up, never understanding their identity. Never fully acknowledge the gray area of acceptance.

"Okay so, You're just another white girl. You're not a real [Other Ethnic Group]"

I'm a mutt. In other more appropriate words, I'm multiracial, two races came together and produced me. So, how about more context? I grew up in Southern California, not even 5 miles away from the border. My father is half-German and half-Japanese born on an American army base in Japan, then my grandfather and grandmother moved to the U.S. My mother is full Mexican born in the U.S. For serious reasons, my parents separated and placed a restraining order on each other.

Uh, they looked past that a couple of times and my little sister and I were born (I have 3 other siblings, but they're not important right now). I am the product of a couple of incredible happenings across countries, against all odds, and I face difficulties in our "progressive" society.

" Wow. That's cool. So, can you speak Spanish? You can't? Well, that doesn't count!"

My childhood was a game of hot potato with my siblings and I being thrown around. On weekends, we spend our time with my grandparents (Father's Side). Grandpa told stories about the war while grandma cheered on Sumo wrestlers on TV. She explains "The Baby in the Peach" tale while we ate homemade rice balls with ripe persimmons. I always admired her collection of pretty geisha dolls stored in gleaming glass cases.

My mother didn't celebrate most Mexican traditions (Dia de Los Muertos, Cinco de Mayo, Quinceañeras etc.). However, we ate pozole, tamales, chile renos, horchata, menudo, carne asada, albondigas and my grandparents (Mother's Side) were ecstatic to teach us Spanish whenever we came over, which was not often so I can understand a bit, but not speak it conversationally. We went across the border to visit my mother's relatives every few years.

"Ma'am, it appears you accidentally checked Caucasian, Hispanic/Latino, and Asian Descent. Can you correct that?"

To this day, there's this wall between us, I and others. I never could fit in with kids in my school because I wasn't "Mexican enough". I have blonde ends in my hair, lightly tan skin that gets darker during the summer and hazel eyes. And that's all they saw. Some lighter skin and blonde hair, what a white girl. They'd dropped chisme on me right to face thinking I couldn't tell they were bad mouthing me. Whenever I mentioned I was also Japanese, I was drilled into questioning? Yes, my grandma is from Japan. No, I never got the chance to go. Why is that important? How am I lying? No, I don't speak Japanese. It never stops.

"Pinche Gringa no es uno de nosotros."

I came up to Maine for college and to my surprise, it's more than just "white people". There's so much more and I'm not recognized as just a white girl. Apparently here, I look different.

People ask what ethnicity I am and I'm glad to answer, because for once in my life I'm not accused of pulling some kind of Dolezal scenario. For once, I'm being recognized as a human being, more than just the melanin.

"Go back to Starbucks, Abuelita is a latino drink."

The part that strikes me the most is that I'm not alone. There are thousands, millions of people out there who struggle with cultural identity because others refuse to accept them. The way they look displaces whatever circumstances they grew up with. It's this shallowness, a lazy eye only looking skin deep that pierces the hearts that only want to be accepted, involved, and loved within communities.

The stereotype labels break when interracial couples come together and bring life into the world. This physical proof that we can love beyond bodies, races, religions, cultural expectations, yet spend their whole lives as outsiders looking into themselves saying "I am the same as you, why aren't I enough?" Well, enough is enough. How are we ever going to get over racial barriers until we accept culture as well?

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