Signs that I'm ready to become an American:
 

A lot of Americans are thinking that the direction of this country is heading south but I believe it is actually heading north.

I moved here from a multi-cultural, bi-lingual, pro-choice, anti-gun, anti-death penalty, heavily-taxed, heavily-hyphenated country shaped and run by social-democrats and the politically correct.

Canadians can shovel out driveways with a hockey stick, drive 90 miles an hour through 2 feet of snow with their eyes shut, and have free Health Care. I have driven a fleet of beer trucks into my liver and stuffed a couple hundred cartons of cigarettes into my lungs and never really worried about my health until I moved to the United States.
 

Canadians have developed a habit when they have conversations with Americans. They will find any way to link almost any subject to a Canadian connection. Loosely based on the Six degrees of Seperation and Kevin Bacon games, I call this pastime "Canadian Bacon."

I own a T-shirt that depicts the evolution of man from Dryopithecus to Cro Magnon to a Hockey Player with a maple leaf on his sweater.

Most of what I need to know for my citizenship test about American History I've known since the age of 10, having read and practically memorized all 18 volumes of Art Linkletter's Picture Encyclopedia For Boys and Girls.

After 7 years of living in the USA I've noticed that I don't get so upset when the Americans gobble up all the medals at the Olympics.

I grew up living in an apartment complex located just down the road from a park where the stadium for the 1976 Olympics was built in Montreal.

Around this time of year back in 2007 I found myself wearing an oversized Santa hat surrounded by 7 grandchildren in the back of a pickup truck, riding around a field at the Monadnock Nurseries waving a hacksaw and hollering "yeeeeeehaawww... ...hold on tight kiddos', we be fetchin' y'all some Christmas trees."