� BOC goes from meaning "Blue Oyster Cult" to meaning "Bottom of Container".
� You're making love to your partner and they whisper "I've never done this before" and you yell out "THAT'S a case of beer!".
� On cloudy/windy days you go to the drop zone anyway and bitch about the weather.
� On cloudy/windy days you pull out your parachute and pack it just to say that you've done something skydiving-related.
� You "dirt-dive", "post-dive" and critique your love-making sessions.
� The smell of bug spray makes you think of skydiving.
� Whenever a passenger in a fast-moving car, you stick your head out the window and yell "FIVE LEFT" to the driver.
� Whenever leaving an establishment you yell "DOOR" to all the patrons before opening the door.
� You don't own any clothing that you didn't get at a boogie.
� Every single one of your whuffo friends is to the point of wanting to kill you every time you mention skydiving.
� You think of Jack Jeffries, Tamara Koyn and Norm Kent as "famous".
� You analyze every flag you see in terms of it's too windy/not too windy to jump.
� You analyze every flag you see in terms of which direction you'd face to land.
� It's a dark sky with low clouds and you're thinking "Hop -n- Pops!".
� It's so windy that trees are bending over and you're thinking "Cross country!".
� You allow a maximum 55 seconds of "working time" when making love.
� You can't think of a good reason to pick up your mail for three weeks after your issues of "Skydiving" and "Parachutist" arrive.
� You feel naked without at least one jump ticket in your wallet.
� You sign your checks with your name and USPA number.
� You know to the tenth of a mile how far it is from your driveway to the drop zone's driveway.
� Every time someone's beeper goes off you look at your watch to see if it's break-off altitude.
� You don't remember your anniversary or your mother's birthday, but you know down to the second how much accumulated freefall time you have.
� You analyze sessions of love-making in terms of "points turned".
� You refer to your recent break-up as an "intentional cut-away".
� You can't remember the true meanings of the words "Stilletto" "Javelin" "Talon" "Racer" .....
� You walk everywhere watching the sky.
� You show up at the dz even on the worst-weather days because at least you can sit around drinking beer.
� You can't mention the word "first" in casual conversation, at work, or ever in reference to yourself.
� You have your paycheck direct-deposited into the dz account.
� You plan your vacations around skydiving boogies.
� On a full moon night, you look up and think "Night jumps!"
� You know the dz phone number while you don't even know your own.
� Anytime you have sex with someone for the first time you think "Beer!"
� You've kissed more people in freefall than you have on the ground.
� Your whuffo friends just don't understand why you would want to "do" a horny gorilla.
� You drive a beaten-up car because you really need that new canopy more.
� You have no idea what is happening on the weekends in your town.
� You have more pairs of Tevas than you do sneakers.
� You catch yourself flaking the bed instead of making it
� The term "PC" makes you think of pilot chutes, not personal computers
� You name your dog "Toggles"
� You wonder what whuffos _DO_ with themselves on gorgeous summer weekends
� You look at your VCR and think, "Hmm, that's gotta be worth a few jumps."
� You forget to lower your voice when talking to your jumper friends in a restaurant about the weekend's lost dildos, loose legstraps and lack of penetration
� You refer to Weddings, Funerals, Birthdays, etc. as 'Relative Work'
� You wish for wind, rain, snow, earthquakes, locusts, tornados, etc. on days you have to work or have other 'Relative Work' to do.
� You can't imagine how anyone can go on vacation without a parachute.
� Your rig costs more than your trailer.
� You love the smell of 'Jet A' in the morning!
� Losing your job is a reason for celebration!
� Your 'work' clothes have grippers.
� You wear a Skydiving T-shirt and bring a six pack to a job interview.
� You try to convince the State Trooper that your "D" license allows you to do ANYTHING!
� Your log book is thicker than any book you've ever read.
� You stop by the New River Bridge and take a look. All the others are saying 'damn, look how high it is' and you're saying 'damn, look how low it is'.
� When you buy anything you calculate how many skydives it will cost.
� When you wear your rig on commercial passenger flights, just in case.
� When seeing seats in a twin otter gives you the willies.
� When you go to divorce court and give your ex everything as long as you can keep all your skydiving gear.
� When buying a house seems like a terrible waste of jump money.
� When you own three rigs, three altimeters, three dytters....
� When you log a jump on December 25 and the fact it is Christmas doesn't enter your mind.
� Your six year old son can teach the first jump course.
� You put your arms down and back in a full track when running down stairs.
� You estimate your chances of pulling off a hard front riser turn when looking out any window above four stories.
� When you wake up with a mean hangover in a tent, the first thing you check is your rig. Then the person sleeping next to you.
� You find yourself mentally telling the pilot when to flare while landing on a commercial flight.
� Your christmas tree has more skydivers on it that an Otter can carry.
� Your thinking about taking all the but the driver's seats out of your car.
� Everytime you get pulled over for speeding you tell the cop you just made your first skydive in the hopes that he will let you go.
� Your favorite movie in the world is just over sixty seconds long.