Canada report # 35

I have never been a big fan of drive through. Eating meal with a friend is bigger of a deal for me then for most of Canadians.
Last week Rusty and I made an exception to our rules and went through the drive through.
First of all, if you are as good of a driver as I am, stopping close enough to the ordering window is a challenge in itself. But once I made it there this noise spoke to me saying either “Welcome to TimHorton’s; can I take your order?” or “One moment please”. You might think that these two sentences are distinct enough that one will not be sitting there in a car pondering which one was just said to him, well think again. Then the speaker buzzed again. This time I could actually understand, “what can I get for you today?’
(It always freaked me out that I don’t know how they know that I am there waiting for them, but some other time about that.)
I gave my order and was very proud of myself for messing up the selection only once. You might think that one will not try to order Wendy’s sandwich at TimHortons, well think again.
Anyhow the funny part begun when I had to pay for it. You see, Rusty is a good but very low car. Most of the drives through windows in Alberta are built for vans and trucks. But my rusty’s antenna hardly reaches the window. So her I am, looking like a midget in the furniture store. For a while it seemed that girl will tip over the windowsill as she was trying to give me my order. When it came to paying it was even funnier. I had to step out of the car to give her money, but I am too close to open the door. Anyhow, simple visit to drive though turned into this exercise of gymnastics.
Who said that donuts are bad for you?

Music From Home

Hey Guys, this is my favorite band from home. And this video is awesome too. I hope you like!

Lucky Toronto

Today I was reading a book and found a quote that was amazing. And then I thought of somebody I wanted to share it with. Unfortunately my friend had moved to Toronto couple moth ago. I think she would like it, but now we can’t talk about it. Sad!
Anyhow, in case if she does read it, here it is:
“Loneliness was no longer something new or frightening-just another aspect of life that, once identified, seemed to disappear.”
I wish I could tell her how true it is becoming in my life.

Foreign guy becomes a God-father

It is great to realize that there are still people that are thinking of you even though you haven’t seen them for 2 years.

My good friends back home had a baby and they asked me to be his God father.
It is like family, only you know that these members of the family chose you and were not stuck with you against their will.
Look at this baby or part of him (I wasn’t sure if he wants to be seen in Internet just yet)! His name is Jacob and foreign guy is his God father.

Welcom to the world - Jacob!

Canada report # 34

We were driving out to Carter’s parents campground another day. As we were driving I started to think about something seemingly insignificant yet somehow profound: Texas Gates.
I think that whoever invented those was a very brilliant man (or a woman, but I doubt that). It is a simple yet very clever invention. Cows can’t cross it, yet cars can. Can you imagine that there are people who can find solutions to simple things like that? He is probably dead, but his invention is used all over the north America. I wonder was his name Texas or was he from Texas.
P.S. The reason I said that I doubt that woman invented it is not because I think that they are incapable, they most defiantly are. It was more because of the specifics of the invention I tend to see that was more men project. But I might be wrong.

Canada report # 33

Today I saw something that I had seen before but not to this extent. There is something about Canadian efficiency that just somehow does not work when it comes to road constriction.
I was driving today down the Deerfoot and all of a sudden all lines are being pushed into one. It took forever to get anywhere. And then I saw it. Giant machine was doing something to the road (probably paving it). I was captivated by this beast; however, I was not the only one who was captivated by this machine. At least 8 men in orange vests were standing there, chatting and looking how this machine is doing something.
Then I remembered the joke that went something like that: How many Canadians does it take to fix the road?

Canada report #32 (Haven’t done these for a while, have I)

One thing that drives me insane in Canada is the way they communicate through silence. Where my people would talk loudly, slam the door, give a hug and do some more yelling latter, Canadians talk a lot through absence of words.
What is truly amazing though: I seem to be finally getting it. Another day my buddy and I were talking about something work related. I asked him a question, but he was quiet. A moth ago I would freak out and think that he is so disrespectful and mean, but that day I knew that he needs time to think about it and he will get back to me about it later.
I see it in the movies, at work, at school, and in the buss. Where my people would talk things through Canadians are talking through silence.