Atlanta is prepared for the new snow storm! This time they made it clear that they are ready. School is canceled since yesterday. News covers with the info about roads, hospital and emergency teams remained on standby. We are also prepared. From our side it means that everyone packed with food, no one plans to drive or go anywhere, and sleds for kids are bought. Kids are glued to windows waiting for snow to come, ignoring the huge homework packages that their thoughtful teachers sent by e-mail for kids to cover for a week of school absence.
A month before my friend and I had an idea Continue reading “SNOW STORM IN ATLANTA (again)”
Yesterday, after my class, a lady from my neighborhood who is nice enough to drive me home told me decisively and little bit nervously: “Let’s go to buy some food-who knows what would happen tomorrow!” I was surprised: “And what will happen tomorrow?”- I asked innocently. “Tomorrow we’ll have snow! You haven’t heard that yet?!!!”. “Snow,-I repeated quietly, looking through a car window on + 18 C streets. -“ Are you sure? And what? Do you want to buy a sled? “ She says: “What do you mean-and what? We’ll be stuck inside until the weather will warm up, nothing will work! We have to buy FOOD!!!”
Well, I decided not to tell her that Russians live the most of the year in snow, and it is not a big deal at all. I nodded and we went to the store. “Look at the people!”- she told me-“such a line!” -pointing at 5 women peacefully stayed in line. “ It’s good we came so early, you can’t even imagine what will happen after 5PM.” Again, I didn’t tell her that she can’t imagine how is a big line in the store looks like, but I nodded again. I followed her while she packed shopping bag with food items. And I grab a gallon of milk myself…
…That was yesterday. Today Continue reading “SNOW in Atlanta!!! Everyone panic!”
Yesterday, I read at Emory magazine,which I regularly get as an alumni, an interesting fact about Diana Nyad, the first person (64-years -old woman) confirmed to swim from Cuba to Florida without a protection of shark cage non stop for 52 hours, 54 minutes and 18.6 seconds). Apperantly, Diana Nyad was dismissed from Emory University as a sophomore after attempting to parashute out of herforth floor dorm window.!)) I can only imagine how my dear Emory regrets about it now))
Next day I was wandering in downtown Savannah checking out its’ wonderful squares and shops. In one of shops I was checking clothes when I heard excited: “Oh sweetie! This shirt looks exactly like you!!! So simple, plain – It looks SO comfortable! “ Aha! “- I thought-“here we go! “ I turned around and I saw three girls around 18-20 years old. One of them had a green t-shirt tried on and another one held her shoulders and was looking at her with sweetest smile possible, as a real angel. The third girl was staying next to them without saying a word. I was wondering how the girl in the green t-short would handle this touching situation. Despite of my expectation, she looked lost only for a minute, Continue reading “GIRLS RAISED IN THE SOUTH (continued)”
GIRLS RAISED IN THE SOUTH
At my last post I promised to share some tips I learned from Southern girls during my trip to Charleston to my friend’s wedding (southern girl herself). Before I start, I’ll have to tell about a stereotype of Southern girls I used to hear about. First of all they like to be pretty, they wear heels and are more feminine compared to women from American North. (So called Southern Belles such as Scarlet O’Hara and so on). Plus they usually act very sweetly (my previous post is about that). I know it is just a stereotype and there are many examples of completely different personalities, but anyway.
That is what I told to one of my friend’s beautiful bridesmaid who was born here, in the South. She was driving us (me and a hot Brazilian girl) to wedding rehearsal dinner, and we were chatting about common topics such as Continue reading “GIRLS RAISED IN THE SOUTH”
The easiest way to become a nice person is to move to American South. When you moved to the South, you are automatically became “Sweetie”, or “Honey”… or “Hon”. That is how people call each other here and how they call you. Everyone, your neighbor, a lady at parking service, salesperson at the supermarket you see for the first time. At the beginning, it’s quite strange and even shocking – “Do I know her?” I always asked myself when I heard again that I was “honey”. “Does she knows me? “ Obviously not, if she calls me this way). Yes, it sounds strange, especially when you moved from the big city of Moscow. In Moscow, you are lucky enough to get Continue reading “The easiest way to become a nice person”