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You might be a reenactor if..
You realize you haven't bought designer shoes or bags in ages because you need brogans and a haversack.
You can correct your history teacher on all Civil War dates.
Your US History teacher tells you to teach the class about a particular battle.
Your eight-year-old daughter pulls out the History Channel tapes of the Civil War Journal at actually sits and watches them.
You jump when people start to talk about “yankees,” the team.
You've ever pulled out Harper's Weekly in the airport.
Your children are named as resources when their classes study the Civil War.
You name your dog after a Civil War battlefield or general.
You look at your dog and wonder if he is period correct.
At any given day throughout the year, you can find empty powder cans in your recycling bin.
You have Dixie on your iPod and your friends know not to ask why.
You'd rather take vacation at an event instead of a beach and you think that's perfectly normal.
You let out a rebel yell when you hear Dixie.
You'll drive twenty hours to wear wool and burn powder.
You tap drum beats with your fingers during class.
Most of your Facebook friends are reenactors, and you post something reenacting related and then as an afterthought you comment “if you don't reenact don't bother..”
You've ever absent-mindedly made a comment about how bad "modern water" tastes.
You can turn any conversation to one about the Civil War or something similar.
Someone says "let's go camping" and you grab your bed roll and say "I'm ready! Are you?"
You buy a truck only because you need to hook up your company's trailer.
You refuse to get rid of your Chevy Suburban because you can't imagine trying to pack your stuff into a car or small truck.
You close your eyes when shooting modern firearms because you are used to the musket caps.
You use your period-correct carpetbag in place of modern-day luggage.
You'd rather set up an A-Frame, than a modern-day tent because it's easier.
People say you're crazy for wearing wool in 100 degree weather and you actually agree with them.
You are a sophomore and you teach your Advanced American History class because the teacher's out sick.
You've ever gotten kicked out of a national park or museum because you kept correcting the ranger and stealing his tours.
You frequently get asked “are you hot in that uniform?” and have a catalog of assorted sarcastic replies.
Your truck is named after a Civil War general and the trailer is his horse.
It's a odd day when you're NOT wearing thick wool socks.
You forget your friends' and family's birthdays but remember every event weekend.
You go to school or work on Monday, still smelling like gun smoke and wool, even after a long shower, but the smell doesn't bother you.
You walk in-step to the fife tune you're whistling.
You sleep with your robe laid out on your bed, like a great coat on a bed roll.
You have a dream of being at a reenactment and fretting that you forgot your powder and caps and spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out a way back home to get them.
You see wisps of fog against a hillside and subconsciously classify it as gun smoke.
You have a copy of Hardee's, Casey's or Scott's for down time reading.
You are searching for just that right picture to have etched on your grave stone.
You think the phrase "canvas tent" is redundant
While driving you look places to put artillery and scan fields for ideal troop movements.
You have ever been confined to “the dog tent.”
Your iPod has over 100 Civil War tunes and you listen to them all before an event to get you into the mood.
You have more 19th century clothes than 21th.
You have ever been asked "Is that real fire in your stove"
You hear a tune you like and whip out the ol' mouth harp 'n' follow along instead of whistlin' or tappin' yer toes.
You spend more on horse shoes than you do on brake shoes
The smell of black power wakes you up in the morning
You seriously consider hardtack part of the food pyramid because you eat enough of it.
You have been asked if you are militant amish by people you pass in a store.
A cannon is your alarm clock.
You do research before getting a haircut.
You get all excited about wearing scratchy, smelly wool in the California summer weather!
You talk about the 19th century in the present tense.
You say "we" and "they" when discussing CW politics and north v south issues
If you're walking to class, notice your backpack is dragging back on you more than usual, and your first thought is 'I wonder if I forgot to put the shoulder straps through my blanket roll straps ... oh wait ... nevermind.'
You could pack your car (truck/van/SUV) in your sleep.
Instead of unpacking when your weekend event is canceled before you even leave home, you go to the company camp/picnic and set up your tent.
All your vacations are planned around where the nearest CW battlefield is.
All the shortcuts on your computer are Civil War related.
You have to choose between an event and a family relatives wedding, and you don't get why the event isn't the right choice.
You jump when you hear the cashier say "And your final bill is going to be $18.63."
You love the sound of heel-plates on concrete, especially a whole battalion of them marching in step.
You have copies of club/unit newsletter for toilet reading.
You hum the bugle call for it when your teacher calls for the class’s attention.
You hear a drum roll and start looking for the colors.
You have the urge to paint your unit’s state or national flag on your hood.
Someone tells you the Civil War is over, and you say, "it is?!"
You’re “gonna get it right this time.”
You have listed Stonewall Jackson as a reference on a job application.
You met your wife/girlfriend at an event.
You've ever taken hardtack to work for lunch.
You are hoping your babies will be born in the right time of year so you can dress them up and take them the events with you.
You will purposely not wash your hair for a few weeks.
Your $30,000 SUV sits outside the garage so your $450 tent can stay dry.
Your neighbors think there has been an invasion because you set up your canvas back home after it rained at an event.
You've ever been asked, "do you do reenactments at Valley Forge?".
You’ve ever been asked if that was "a real person sleeping in there" and you’ve responded “yes; leave me alone!".
You plan a funeral around an event.
You have reveille or any other civil war song as your ringtone or alarm clock.
Your weekends mostly consists guns, smoke, and fighting.
Your first dance with a girl was a Saturday night ball.
If you smell the wood smoke from someone heating their home for the winter and wish they made cologne out of it.
If the only thing your children ask for Christmas are camp dresses, gloves, cloth dolls and son wants a cannon!
You have occasion to put a sign on your desk at work that says, "Gone To War, Back In 148 Years".
You take primer wires and make them into earrings to raise money for the Battery.
You own five parasols, but stare blankly at anyone who asks if you own an umbrella.
You've ever stared in amazement at someone who uses their dining room table to eat upon, not as a sewing table/crafts table/spot to throw stuff.
You've ever worn your full outfit to work on Halloween.
You don't find the phrase "the other day while I was cleaning my musket..." in the least bit odd.
Your Sunday school class at church asks you if you are going to blow something up this week as an object lesson.
Every time you go into a craft store, you look for floral upholstery material to make yourself a new haversack with.
You argue with someone about the Confederate flag not being racist
You'd rather be living in the 19th century instead of the 21st.
The last new shirt you got was off of a dead Yankee.
You see a girl in a skimpy bathing suit and wonder what she would look like in a ball gown.
Your re-enactment wardrobe cost more than your vehicle.
You judge a new vehicle purchase on whether or not your tent poles will fit in and it is still possible to close the tailgate.
You don’t blink at paying $180.00 for a good pair of Jefferson bootees but still go to Wally World for on-sale shoes.
You have lobbied in dress at the capitol so much, that when you stop in to pick up paperwork in 21C clothes, they refuse to give them to you because they do not know who you are.
You swear the reason you do it is to 'honor your ancestors' and to 'educate the public'.
You’ve ever shot fireworks out of a cannon and glow sticks out of a muzzleloader just because you were bored.
People ask you when germs were invented.
Someone asks you if your wool clothing is hot and they give you blank stares when you tell them "not as long as the breeze is blowing."
You've ever been asked "Are you really gonna eat that?" referring to the (very delicious) stew in the pot you are stirring.
You've ever tried to light a campfire in the pouring rain because your dinner depended on it.
You make your own fireworks, out of black powder.
You break plans with your friends on your birthday and their first question to you is "You're blowing stuff up this weekend, aren't you?"
You've ever shot fireworks or similar out of a musket or cannon.
You know the difference between the Virginia Reel and the Sir Roger de Coverly and have an opinion about which one is better.
You've had dreams about killing terrorists and/or zombies with an m1861, P53, or an m1842.
You hang Confederate flags, not immediately recognizable by the A.C.L.U. from your computer terminal.
You put on your wools when going through withdrawal.
Whenever you hear someone mention "powder" of any kind, you automatically become interested because you are thinking of the explosive kind.
You wake up thirsting for strong, hot, terrible tasting coffee.
You buy things based upon "how farby they are" whenever you go shopping.
You serve hors d'oeuvres at a dinner party and use hard tack instead of saltines.
The guy who got you into CW reenacting is #1 on your wife’s hate list.
You lay out clothes for work Monday morning and it’s wools.
You automatically start office memos with "General Order 1".
You’ve ever saluted your boss.
Your field piece costs more than your car.
One of your kitchen canisters has coffee, one has sugar and the third one has black powder.
You rather go to a reenactment instead of your own school's homecoming or prom.
On a morning when you can see your breathe, you still strip naked in your tent to bath yourself.
You don't cover your ears when standing next to a cannon. By now it doesn't matter.
You look at every large field as a possible re-enacting site!
You jump everytime someone mentions the yankees ...... the baseball team.
You paid more for your uniform than for your entire wardrobe.
When you hear them talking about the "Jackson tomb" on the news and you automatically think of Stonewall, not Michael.
If you put on your wools in the dead of winter to watch a civil war movie.
You go back to work on monday morning and have a vague sensation that something is missing, and realize that it's only your rifle. Then you wonder what your boss would say if you had brought it to work, or if you had come in your whole uniform . . or "Hey, wouldn't it be awesome if my entire company marched in here? We could fortify the break room, take the ceo hostage, . ."
You don't allow matches in your house because you are afraid one will fall and blow up your house due to the accumulation of black powder in the carpet.
You think black powder tastes good.
After a reenactment and it's quiet, you think you hear fifes and drums.
You refer to wool as "casual clothing."
You like the way brogans feel.
You have ever bought a vehicle based on its ability to fit all of your re-enacting gear.
While driving down the highway you comment on how awesome the landscape would be for a reenactment.
You don't like those fancy modern dome tents.
You style your hair based on what would be easiest for reenacting (especially if you're a girl in uniform).
You think modern bayonets are a joke.
You belong to a state-registered militia and could totally picture yourself maintaining public order if it came to that.
You hear about US Senator Baucus (D-Montana) and immediately think, "Let Baucus' sons be not dismayed . . .."
You have Garryowen stuck in your head now and can actually hear fife and drums.
When you're walking down the street with a friend, you find yourself marching in step.
If there's music playing, you have to march to the beat, even if it means slowing down or speeding up your pace.
You know that the movie Gettysburg is way better than "that one where a guy's head gets blown up."
You randomly start whistling fife and drum tunes.
You wish you could change the sound on your alarm clock to the 0600 confederate cannon.
You think twice about walking on someone's hardwood floor, even if you are wearing normal shoes with out heel plates.
You automaticly put your feet in a "V" when you stop walking, and when you start again, you put your left foot forward first, all with out realizing it.
Your favorite smells are musty wool, gun smoke, woodsmoke and hay.
You see a girl walking along and think she might look good in a hoop skirt.(or if you are a girl, you try to visualize good-looking guys in a forage cap and shell jacket.)
You are disappointed by how quiet 4th of July fireworks seem.
You hear the year of an invention or discovery in class and you automatically categorize it by pre or post Civil War.
Wool doesn't seem itchy anymore.
You pick up a modern weapon and remark about how light it is.
You have made hardtack and eaten it, and you know why it is called "hardtack."
You think regular, civilian camping is boring.
You are in a normal setting and wish you could be in your reenacting clothes for no reasons at all.
You stop at a gas station after an event in your period clothes, people ask you "Are you Amish people driving cars now?"
When you tap your fingers in class you are whistling a marching tune in your head.
You met your future husband planning his execution at an event and three years later married him in a period wedding.
You have woken up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, clenching your pillow because you dreamt that you were being chased by another unit that wants your newly found bolt of Union blue wool.
If you spent all your summer wardrobe money on 19th century underwear....and in order to make up for it by finding an excuse to wear it on non-event days.
You calculate which reenactments are approaching before you get your hair cut and styled.
At the cutting table in the fabric store, when asked, "How much do you want?" you answer, "All of it!"
You don't care if anyone notices that your corset is under your scrub suit in the ER.
You met your boyfriend/husband at an event.
You use a haversack for your purse.
You think 10 yards of fabric seems about right for a 'light summer dress'.
Your husband hears the word "event" and just shakes his head asking if it’s a day or weekend.
You walk past a guy and think to yourself, "he would look really cute in wools."
You think it's light and comfortable if you're wearing only fifteen yards of fabric and that three layers is definitely immodest.
You get asked on a regular basis "aren't you hot in that?"
You think corsets are a great way to have good posture.
You could dance the Virginia Reel backwards, and forwards, and with your eyes shut tight.
You don't see anything wrong with little boys in dresses or guys in flowered shirts.
You spot every pair of leather, lace-up boots and think that those would make great reenacting shoes.
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