Best thing I ate this weekend: Paska made by my mom.
Worst thing I ate this weekend: Paska made by some old lady at my parents' church that tasted like play-doh and poison.
Time I was happiest this weekend: Mostly all of it, but especially when I was reading/napping, or eating good food. Also when I laughed at a story this chick told me about being sick in India and the doctors shoving an orange in her face to cure the nausea.
Time I was the saddest this weekend: When my dad told me about how their cat killed a female yellow finch, and the male finch sat on the porch for a super long time just staring and waiting for its dead mate to return.
Time I was the most frustrated this weekend: Going for an early morning run on Saturday and practically being blown into the canal by the excessive ridiculous wind, and also being freezing and having to work thrice as hard as usual to run against the stupid wind, and also dodging huge piles of disgusting goose poo on the sidewalk. Ugggh worst run ever.
Best thing I watched this weekend: I love you man
Worst thing I watched this weekend: golf
Most interesting conversation this weekend: Discussing with dad whether Jesus' body vaporized out of the tomb, then moving on to souls and how they get to heaven, and my dad saying that sometimes airplanes hit souls when they're on their way to heaven. He was kidding, I think.
Worst conversation this weekend: When my brother and I went to a seedy bar and my brother's friend called me by the name of my brother's ex-girlfriend. Soooooo awkward.
Best song I listened to this weekend: Help I'm alive by metric.
Worst song I listened to this weekend: Crazy country gospel crap that was on the radio.
Time I realized I'm turning into a senior this weekend: When my ear hurt and crackled just from the noise of old ladies singing in church.
Time I realized I'm turning into my mom this weekend: When my mom told me I'm turning into her. And when she told me that my laugh sounds just like hers and is almost as loud.
Amount of times I dropped pieces of food on the floor while helping mom prepare meals this weekend: Approximately 37.
Amount of times I smiled this weekend: A gazillion.
I want the old lady with the bad paska to start a blog. What happened to her loaf? Did she know it was terrible?
ReplyDeleteYour mother laughs LOUDER than you?
Do oranges cure nausea?
the bad paska just sat there, uneaten. i warned people against it though.
ReplyDeletemy mom definitely laughs louder than me. i come by it honestly.
not sure if oranges really cure nausea. try it next time you want to hurl.