You can't drive past a cemetery without wondering if your ancestors (or a friends) are buried there.

You have to watch the credits of the movie you just paid beaucoup bucks to see, just to see if any of the surnames are ones you (or your online friends) are researching.

You ask all the people you meet, what are their grandparents surnames.

You go to the library, and instead of going to the fiction section first, (like you used to do many moons ago) you go to the "local history" or "genealogy" sections.

You move to a new town and the first thing you look for is a historical or genealogical society in the area.

You go on vacation and check out the local genealogy stuff.

Youthful fantasies of travelling to exotic places are replaced with plans to get to those little towns with graveyards, or larger towns with Archives!

Your fear of snakes and bugs is overshadowed by the need to get through those brambles to that old gravestone.

Old friends who knew you before you were into genealogy begin sending clippings about dead or live people with your surnames (and you know you have been talking about genealogy too much!)

You go on vacation and drive 80 miles out of the way so that you can try and find your grandaddy's grave in 100 degree heat.

You worry about the roof's leaking only if the drips threaten your genealogy section.

Your kids think EVERYBODY picincs in cemeteries.

You know your a SINGLE genealogist when you realize you've spent more time interviewing great aunt Myrtle than you did going out on dates last month!

When you can recite all the counties of a State you've researched, but have never lived in.

When you find your ancestor's execution by hanging, burning at the stake, etc. far more interesting than the mass-murder that just took place next door.

You know your a genealogist when you stand with ears wide open listing for last names. And a little bell goes off . You know a person working on that name.

You've hounded your family for so long for their group sheet charts that you've become "persona non grata" at all family functions.

You get a birthday present from your sister that's a license plate frame that reads, "Genealogists Do It In the Library Of Congress."

When you read the New Testament in Sunday School and find yourself comparing the pedigrees in Matthew and Luke.

When your dad puts you in charge of making copies of grandpa's home movies for everyone.

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