Signs You're Really from Maine.......

I was cleaning out "My documents" folder and found this. I am feeling "home" sick so I thought I would share....

If you don't understand these, you're definitely "From Away!"

When it snows four inches you call it "a dusting."

You don't understand why there aren't fried clam shacks elsewhere in the country.

You know what an Irving is and the location of 15 of them.

Your car is covered in yellow-green dust in May.

You can smell and know when it's low tide.

You can drive the Augusta traffic circle without slowing down.

You won't take a Sunday drive in August because the roads are too crowded with tourists.

You think a mosquito could be a species of bird.

You once skipped school and went to Bar Harbor, Old Orchard Beach, the Old Port or Reid State Park.

You say the word "water" weird.

You've almost fallen asleep driving between Houlton and Presque Isle.

You've packed the family in the car and been to the Fryeburg Fair.

You don't need the Red Lobster chain to get fresh seafood.

You know how to pronounce Calais.

You've made a meal out of a Jordan's red dye hot-dog, a bag of Humpty Dumpty potato chips, and a can of Moxie.

At least once in your life you've said, "It smells like the mill in here."

You've waited for that darned drawbridge for more than ten minutes.

There's a fruit and vegetable stand within 10 minutes of your house.

You are proudly from Maine and won't take grief from anybody with New Jersey or Mass. license plates on their car.

You crave Italian sandwiches at least weekly.

Your idea of a traffic jam is being the second car at the stoplight.

All year long you're tracking sand in the house -- from the beach in the summer, and the roads and sidewalks in the winter.

You know everyone in town, and are related to half of them.

Your kids start using "wicked" as a multipurpose part of speech!

You've had to call your husband at least once to use his four wheel drive truck to push/pull/hoist your car out of the driveway during the January thaw.

You know the phrase "park the cah in hahvard yahd" well.

You've ditched the car on the side of the road some where because you thought you saw some good fiddleheads!

If you or someone you know had a vacation from school just to help the family pick potatoes.

You've only ever bought one L.L.Bean backpack (you have returned it every year for a new one)

You think "formal" event means that you have to wear khakis and the "good" flannel.

You watch "Murder she Wrote" and snicker at the stupid fake accents

You take the New Hampshire toll personally

You feel really really good when you cross the Piscatiqua River bridge into Kittery.

When you buy all major appliances in New Hampshire.

If the term "chill factor" is part of your daily vocabulary.

The area around your back door is referred to as "the dooryard".

The basement is referred to as "Downcellah."

L.L. Bean's not just a store, it's a way of life.

"The City" means exclusively Portland.

It's not a storm - it's a "Nor'eastah".

You know what Uncle Henry's is.

You use the term "The County" to refer to Aroostook County.

Canada is a day trip.

You've come to accept the French Canadians and their man bikinis.

You know the "Counties of our State" song.

Rick Cherett was the icon of your childhood.

The time and temperature number is locked in your memory.

More stores have “Bienvenue” flags than “Welcome” flags.

You eat ice cream with flavors like ‘Moose Tracks” and “Maine Black Bear”.

You call slow drivers "Memeres".

You know the Mardens theme song.

You always wave when you see a Maine license plate in another state.