Amused and proud to be a Mainer...

[lady_sarai]

Excuse me. I meant "proud to be a Mainah."

You Know You're From Maine When...

You've had arguments over the comparative quality of Fried Dough. But how can you NOT? There's good fried dough, and not-so-good... You call four inches of snow "a dusting." That's what it is. You don't understand why there aren't fried clam shacks elsewhere in the county. (Actually, I COMPLETELY understand why not... the lobster shack here in Farmington freaks me out. Too far from the sea, people!!) You know what an Irving is and the location of 15 of them. ....We played "count-the-Irvings" when I drove the 2 and a half hours to St. George, Maine in October... it was about 17. You knew all the flavors at Perry's Nut House. Your car is covered in yellow-green dust in May. And the driveway, and the windowsills, and your skin... Gah, pollen. You can drive the Augusta traffic circle without slowing down. I have done this!! I am the only one of my friends with the guts to take on the rotaries!! You've hung out at a gravel pit. ...... Don't ask. You think a mosquito could be a species of bird. It IS. The state bird's not the chickadee anymore, folks. You once skipped school and went to Bar Harbor, Old Orchard Beach or Reid State Park. Ariel!! Senior Skip Day!! Star Wars and Old Orchard! HA! hehe... That was great... Even your school cafeteria made good chowder. (Most definitely NOT. All chowders are not equal.) You've almost fallen asleep driving between Houlton and Presque Isle. You know how to pronounce Calais. Dude, come on, it's not that hard. 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 soda. I find this puzzling. Everyone hasn't? Come on! You've gone to a Grange bean supper. Does a church bean supper count? In high school, you (or a friend) packed Deering Ice Cream cones. (.....I knew people who did. The "friend" label is... negotiable.) At least once in your life, a seagull pooped on your head. (....NO!! Woot for me!!) At least once in your life you've said, "It smells like the mill in here." It's sad to think there are people who actually don't know what mills smell like... There's a fruit and vegetable stand within 10 minutes of your house. Try around the corner. Well, it used to be... But I can count... 5 off the top of my head... without thinking too hard. There are more. You crave Italian sandwiches at least weekly. Hmm... italians... Hungry now. Your house converts to a B&B every July and August for people from away that you happen to know. (... We don't know enough people from away. That should be a comment in and of itself. Everyone else is "from away.") All year long you're tracking sand in the house-from the beach in the summer and the roads and sidewalks in the winter. GOD, yes. It's in the BED at night. ERG. You have to have the sand cleaned out of your brake system every spring. And the salt. You do the majority of your shopping out of Uncle Henry's. You've ditched the car on the side of the road somewhere because you thought you saw some good fiddleheads! You know a lobster pot is a trap, not a kettle. ....This is not common knowledge? You know not to plant tender crops until the last full moon in May. Memorial Day Weekend is planting weekend. You go to the dump and bring back more than you brought. You've watched "Murder she Wrote" and snickered at the stupid fake accents. I watch anything and snicker at the bad accents and mock them. You know how to find the rope swing at the quarry. You take the New Hampshire toll personally. You always wave when you see a Maine license plate in another state. When you're supposed to dress up, you wear flannel with a tie. There's too much "stuff" in your 2 "cah" garage to get either of your cars into it. .... Well, to get MY car in it. Mom's fits fine. And Ryan's lawnmower. I glare. You know what a frappe is. Now, come on, everyone knows that.... L.L. Bean's not just a store, it's a way of life. Dude!!! EVERYONE had the backpacks. Seeing a backpack that was not L.L. Bean was abnormal in school... and still is. "The City" means exclusively Portland. Yeah, it really is. "Salt damage" is a viable insurance claim. It SHOULD be. Plus, it hurts the dogs' feet. All of the traffic lights blink yellow at 10 o'clock at night. Yep. It's not a storm - it's a Nor'eastah..... Well, those are the BIG ones. "Open 24/7" might as well be Greek. (Not entirely true! We've got 24/7 Walmarts!! And Cumby's!!) More stores have "Bienvenue" flags than "Welcome" flags. (.... Maybe up North. I'm from Southern Maine. And then again, maybe in Biddeford.) You eat ice cream with flavors like 'Moose Tracks" and "Maine Black Bear". Hmm, Gifford's... I want some Whoopie Pie ice cream now... You know that a chocolate doughnut is not a white doughnut with chocolate frosting. Dude, do people actually think that?! How sad! You wouldn't eat beans in tomato sauce or Manhattan clam chowder if you were starving! True enough. As a child, you played outside in a snow storm without hat, mittens, scarf and with your jacket open because it was just a little cool. Hey, 40 degrees in February is SHORTS weather. The area around your back door is referred to as "the dooryard". You eat potato chips with flavors such as "clam dip", "ketchup" and "dill pickle". KETCHUP CHIPS!! Ariel--Theanna and I found some! Can you believe it? Not the same since Humpty Dumpty moved to Canada, though... ::sigh:: I miss those. You call the basement "downcellah." ..... *THE* cellah, maybe... There is only one shopping plaza in town. hee, a plaza... that's a funny way to put it... You use "wicked" as a multipurpose part of speech. It's a wicked good word, yo. Come on. Your pickup has more mud on it then the ground around it for a 15 foot radius. Ryan's pickup. I've got a Buick. More than 1/2 the meat in your freezer is moose. You enjoy a hot chocolate more than a margarita. 'Course, it depends on the margarita and the season. If your "luxury vehicle" is a twelve-year-old rustbucket on wheels. (.... shut up. My car is awesome. A '93 with 59,000 miles. Ha.) If your dog eats better than you do, and more often too. If you never say what you paid for an item but how much you "give" for it. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Maine. Apparently that's what's happening!! :)

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Meanwhile, I think they should add that "The County" is OBVIOUSLY referring to Aroostook County. And it is usually a bit derogatory. ;) But come on. It's the County. Capital C and all.


All right, so that was fun. I'm curious about some of that, though. Some things seem so... common knowledge!!

Comments

[three-nails.livejournal.com]

HAHA!! I love it!!

Gifford's Ice Cream! My Band conductor knows Mr. Gifford, he ran an ice cream truck with him when they were teenagers =D!

There's a Cumby's down the road from my house =).

AH!! The friggen sand! ALL year long!

Down cellah, heeee =).

I use wicked like, all day. It's a wicked cool word ;).

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

He did?! That's so cool!! (I actually had to resist typing "wicked awesome" there, sadly enough... But it is.)

I think Cumby's are taking over. They're EVERYwhere. :) And this was wicked fun, too. hehe...

[aradiachiba.livejournal.com]

Most of them would seem like common knowledge, but people here look at me like I'm crazy for them. I guess that's what comes from going to school "away," huh? ;) I love you babe! And I also still have fond memories of senior skip day. Woot! And I too have found ketchup chips, even down here. There's a store near DC that is near Robin's grandparents house that sells ketchup chips, among other interesting flavors (like worchestershire sauce flavor.) :)