My Facebook today is like that cunty friend who asks "hey is it ok if I date your ex? cuz like we kinda already are." No Facebook, it is not ok, it is never ok and stop showing me their pictures and suggesting I might know him or that we be friends, we are not friends for many a good reason. Cunt.

Things My Russian Says

The running joke 'round the coffee club counter is that I tease the Russian about his alleged association with the KGB, and that he sends weekly status updates to the Kremlin about his activities here to undermine, dishearten and spread general desolation and disillusionment in the capitalist system we enjoy (e.g. "well it's Friday, another week of our lives pissed away, until we die" is his usual Friday morning greeting).
Yesterday, for some reason, he started vacuuming the carpet in his work area, and a co-worker on the other side of the partition, who was on the phone, became very irate.
Today I asked him if he was going to mention in his weekly report his successful use of his "Weapons of Mass Disturbance".

Things My Russian Says:
He's a little upset that I don't join him as regularly as I used to for break and gossips...
Russian: if you don't come I will be forced to socialize with myself
Me: is that what the kids are calling it these days
Russian: what?
NovaScotia Carol: LMAO
Me: *affecting a Russian Jewish mother's accent* what are you doing so long in the bathroom??!! Socializing with yourself?!
Russian: lol

I'll be back at this soon, as time permits.

November 21, 2013

“You’ve been in Love; you know what it’s like. It’s a sense of delight, not just in the person you love, but in all people, in yourself, in life. Suddenly you see beauty, excitement everywhere. You ‘re not afraid to express your love: passionately, gently, in words, or in silence. And you feel strong, generous, fully alive.” — George Weinberg


Ok Now imagine the opposite when love is taken away. Yeah. Now ask me how my day is.

“He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.” - W. H. Auden

Well let's hope this time I don't get drop kicked in the heart by an angry Elf.

Russian is heading out to Vancouver tomorrow then up to Kelowna for some heli-skiing. Apparently has agreed to wear a helmet-cam to share his experiences... .

Me: what time is your flight?
Russian: 11 am, so I'll go to the airport around 9 am
Me: You may want to head down a little earlier, in case you get the full pat-down
Russian: why would they do that? It's not an international flight?
Me: Oh I dunno, maybe "someone" will call Airport security and alert them to a suspicious-looking Russian...
Nova Scotia Carol: yeah with a helmet cam
Me: I'm just saying don't be surprised if a uniformed man takes you into a back room and tells you to drop your pants
Nova Scotia Carol: we'll be watching the live helmet-cam footage and wondering why you are filming so much of the floor and your feet..
Russian: Can I at least have soft music and candlelight when he does this?
Me: I'm sure you could request that.

ch-ch-ch-changes

I'm going to be playing around with the design of this site as well as adding some features. Don't be surprised if the look changes from the last time you viewed. Just me, being a woman, changing things around and moving furniture.

so we have a company party on Saturday and we're talking about it, what we are going to wear who we are bringing as a guest etc..

Nova Scotia Carol: I'm bringing my friend Owen, he's 6ft 6' tall
Me: hello! you know what they say about tall men, tall men with big feet
‎ Russian: oh that's a myth. Besides it's all about the personality
Me: says the man with small feet