Here we go again. New country, new baby, new job (James), new identity (me). Not in the witness protection program kind of way, just in the no longer a career woman becoming a stay at home mom kind of way. This blog got it's title from the question we got every time we told people we were moving to Tbilisi, Georgia: "Is that near Atlanta or Augusta?" Yes. Just east of Atlanta friend. And, well, north of Turkey.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Georgians are Funny

I've been wondering if the Georgians are funny.  I wonder this because they don't always get every hilarious joke I tell.  And you guys know...my jokes are good.  Real good.

In exploring the city, I've started to realize that they DO have a pretty good (Read: twisted) sense of humor.

They love art and culture.  That is why I never see my husband.  Because he is the cultural attache and so he has to go to every cultural event.  That means pretty much every day and night of his life.  I love that about his job.  Not at all.

Anywho.  They love art and culture.  One way I know this is because there are fun statues all over the city.  On our way home from church today, my mom and I captured some of them on film:
These are my favorites.  There is a bridge and on both sides of a bridge they built statue people who are just hanging out doing various things.  Here they are sitting and kissing for example.
This is how I know they are funny.  This guy is a "jumper."  Seriously, he's on the ledge and ready to go.  Who does this?? When did jumping in to oncoming traffic become funny?

My mom joins the one behind her in dancing.  Although it APPEARS that she is giving the, er, "jumper" a nudge.
 

Photographer.  Obviously.  And look, I can be funny too!

We celebrate the dance!

Good stuff folks.  I like the Georgian art.  It's funny.

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