Sometimes, family does end with blood…
one more week to ukie fest at suzy-q!
My grandparents were DEFINITELY citizens of Ukraine when my mother was born.
From what I can tell, my mother was still a citizen of Ukraine when I was born.
Jack. Pot.
Maybe.
Knowing me, this will get all fucked up…
I mean, there’s this for example: For a citizen of Ukraine an affiliation to foreign citizenship shall not be recognized until the decision on his/her loss of citizenship of Ukraine is adopted.
I don’t know if my grandparents ever gave up their Ukrainian citizenship. I don’t know if my mother did. I don’t think they ever thought about it. At least, I hope they didn’t. That would mean that they’re still citizens, which means there’s my easy in.
I just need to get the birth certificates and move forward from there. (I think I’m just going to suck it up and hire a translator. It will make life so much easier and speed up the process.)
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I watched “Hope Floats” today.
I hate that fucking movie.
I mean, it’s cute and all, but Sandra Bullock’s mother dies and then her ex-husband ditches their kid for his new girlfriend. Between the one-two punch of the mother dying and the little girl screaming for her daddy, I always lose my shit. Ugly sobs. Big ugly sobs.
I was still crying when I turned on “Love Actually”.
I have friends who loathe this movie - with good reason. It’s actually quite terrible. (It’s like you have to hate it if you want to be one of the cool kids. It’s OK. I never wanted to be one of them.)
But! It has Martin Freeman as a sex body double! And his scenes are awesome. Like this one, where he asks the girl out while she’s pretending to blow him!
If that doesn’t make you laugh, I don’t know what will.
Maybe this one?
America, watch out, here comes Colin Frissell!... And he’s got a big *knob*!
Yeah. It’s a steaming pile of shite, but I love it so much.
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OK… This was a whole post full of nothing, but hey! That’s why you come here. It certainly ain’t for my biting political commentary.