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ADVICE IF YOU HAVE JUST MOVED TO NS
1. Save all Tim Hortons trays. You will be instructed later on how to use them.
2. If you do run your car into a ditch, don't panic. Four men in the cab of a four-wheel-drive with a 12-pack of beer and a tow chain will be along shortly. Don't try to help them. Just stay out of their way. This is what they live for.

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@Jax_Wild_4_Life πŸ˜‚
Laughing at your NS girl picture!
I feel like a Nova Scotia girl! My dad and the rest of his fam all from Cape Sable, and then Yarmouth.
My grandmother and aunties had MOUTHS on them! OMG!

After meeting my aunts, my then-husband said to me, "Now I understand why you are the way you are." πŸ˜† πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦

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@okika_hilo this is awesome! And I don't know why I'm just seeing this now.

Ya know, for a NS girl, I have never been to Cape Sable nor Sable Island, though I've always wanted to go! I remember in middle school, one of my teachers talking about it a lot!

And yeah, most Nova Scotia girls don't mince words lol πŸ˜† but we sure know how to have a time at a good kitchen party!!

@Jax_Wild_4_Life OMG! My aunties had such potty mouths. And the story of my grandmother having an argument with my grandfather is legendary. He came home and she was dressed to go out. "Where the hell do you think YOU'RE going?" (The lodge meeting.) "Over my dead body!"
She picks up a heavy piece to crockery and shakes it at him, saying, "That could be arranged!"
Off she went, flinging the crockery in the flower bed. NO ONE dared to touch it for months!

@okika_hilo 🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣

That sounds about right! We curse like sailors, but most have hearts of gold.

And my grandmother (father's mother) was basically the same way. My grandfather would say something to her JUST to get her all riled up: "come here, ya old battle axe!" after winking at one of us kids, and without fail, every time, my grandmother would scream something at him, usually along the lines of "you shut the fuck up, you old bastard!" 🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣

@Jax_Wild_4_Life πŸ˜‚
My parents had a friend named Berniece. She always spilled stuff on herself.
If she was wearing dark clothes, she would spill something creamy on herself. If she was wearing light-colored clothing, she would spill something dark, like pasta sauce.
(This was before I was born.)
I guess they had a private joke about how she spilled stuff.

When I was a kid, if my mom spilled something, my Nova Scotia dad would call her 'Berniece'β€” and that's when the fight would start!

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