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dancinghorse) wrote2004-06-18 07:53 pm
dancinghorse) wrote2004-06-18 07:53 pm
You know you're from Maine if...
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janni did Arizona, soooo...Meme rule says bold the ones that are true of you and leave the rest.
You Know You're From Maine When...
You only own four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and mustard.
You design your kid's Halloween costumes to fit over a snowsuit .
The mosquitoes have landing lights.
You have more miles on your snowblower than on your car.
You have 10 favorite recipes for moose meat.
You thought "Grumpy Old Men" was a documentary.
The hardware store on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores at Christmas.
You live in a house that has no front steps, yet the door is three feet above the ground.
You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes get filled with snow.
You think everyone from the city has an accent. .
You think sexy lingerie is fleece socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than on your car. Hell, no, I hate the dang things!
The local paper covers national and international headlines on one page, but requires 6 pages for sports.
At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun.
Your snowblower gets stuck on the roof.
You think the start of moose season is a national holiday.
You head south to go to your cottage. .
You frequently clean grease off your barbecue so the bears won't prowl on your deck.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper. .
The mayor greets you on the street by your first name.
There is only one shopping plaza in town. .
The municipality buys a Zamboni before a bus.
You find -60 a mite chilly.
The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freeze. And so does the back porch.
You attended a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewels and your Sorels.
You can play road hockey on skates.
You can tell the difference between a chipmunk and a squirrel from 300 yards away.
Shoveling the driveway constitutes a great upper body workout.
You know the 4 seasons: Winter, Still Winter, Almost Winter, and Construction.Also, Mud.
You actually "get" these jokes, and forward them to all your Maine friends!!!
And for some more Down-East fun, these are pretty damn true:
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you own flannel shirts.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you wear one with a tie.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you know the back roads.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you drive them to avoid the toll booth. Ayup!
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you own a pickup truck.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if the truck is 4-wheel drive, has a gun rack, a plow on the front and a dog in the back.Retriever. Lab for choice.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you attend church suppers.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if that's considered a night out on the town. baked bean suppah, Ayuh!
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you live in a white cape.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if there is a picket fence around the house, a garden in the back, a woodpile somewhere, some appliances on the front lawn, and a rusty pick-up pushed into the woods.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you say "Ames-es".
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you do all your shopping there.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you know everyone in town.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if they're all related to you.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you go to the dump on Saturday.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you leave with more than what you brought.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you change the oil in our car yourself but.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you pour it into the fenders and the doors when you're done.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you buy a ticket to the fireman's' ball.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if you actually attend.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if you carry a beeper.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if the only time it goes off is when there's a fire in town.
YOU MIGHT BE FROM MAINE, if your uncle is the chief of police.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY FROM MAINE, if he's also the road agent, dog catcher, dump keeper, town clerk and a selectman.
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You know you're from Silicon Valley when...
You have at least three computers at home.
You own at least one domain on the Internet, probably several.
You think it's normal to see chip-design software or relational databases advertised on freeway billboards.
You know that California isn't just one big beach.
You know that not everyone in California surfs.
You know there's lots of skiing in California.
You know your rotating outage block number at home and at work, and listen for them whenever there are rolling blackouts.
You're appalled that you can't get (fill in the blank: ADSL, cable modem, etc) at your place. After all, we're supposed to have everything for techies in Silicon Valley, right?
You can't answer the question about any good tourist spots in Silicon Valley, because you haven't been to any of them.
You tell the immigrants from other states that you remember when [fill in any landmark] was a farm or orchard.
If someone refers to "SunnytogaDeAnzavale Road", you laugh and know what they're talking about.
You take your out-of-town friends to see the techie gadgets at Fry's. But you don't let them buy anything.
You know how to recognize re-sealed returned electronics at Fry's.
You don't ask the staff any questions at Fry's. You know they hire idiots and pass the savings on to you.
You watch dot-com boomers go back to the states they came from, and the traffic gets better by the month. But you are home so you're not moving.
You own a Sport Utility Vehicle and have never taken it off-road. You wouldn't know what to do if you tried. Same with all your friends.
You don't know how to drive in snow. You're a road hazard when you visit the mountains.
For that matter, you're a road hazard any time you get on the road.
You think the horn and middle finger are essential driving tools.
You think bicycles don't belong on the road.
You think any car ahead of you doesn't belong on the road.
Your out-of-state friends are impressed at how much money you make... until you tell them how much you pay for housing.
You know that a "fixer-upper" home could cost a half-million dollars.
You do a "California stop" at stop signs. And you think it's only Californians who call them that.
You aren't bothered much by earthquakes because you're ready for them. But the thought of tornadoes and hurricanes terrifies you.
You correct anyone from the East Coast when they mention what will happen when the "Big One" hits. Actually everything east of California will fall in the Atlantic.
You clearly remember where you were when the Loma Prieta quake hit.
You know several funny stories about swimming pools in the quake.
You can't recognize a thunderstorm without seeing lightning first.
You cringe when a Southern Californian refers to highways like "the 101". It's just "101". No "the".
You call low clouds "fog" even if they're hundreds of feet off the ground.
At least once you have gone to San Francisco for the day wearing shorts and a t-shirt because it was a warm clear day in San Jose. And you froze your little *@#!% off in the fog, drizzle and wind.
And the Number One reason you know you're from Silicon Valley is when...
You say you're from Silicon Valley because no one knows where San Jose is.
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Ah, the memories... :) Especially the Halloween ones. I think there are more ghosts on Halloween per capita in Maine than anywhere else, because that's the easiest way to get a costume over your snowsuit.
I tried to recall how many Halloweens I spent trick-or-treating in the snow, but I lost count...
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