The last night at Camp, I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t ignore my mother’s sighing and heavy breathing from the next bed over. I would have never noticed the noise if Irina hasn’t make such a fuss about it the night before. I tossed and turned for a while, counted sheep, and even tried […]
I handed Anyu some Mother’s Day presents after I got her to settle down and put on some pants. After dealing with last year’s drama, I decided to give my mother a GIANT bottle of Arbor Mist to help her relax during our weekend “vacation” at the LBI Bible Camp. Sure, it’s totally against the […]
Awesome! Philly2Philly did a feature about “American Goulash” on their site! Thanks guys!Also, WOO HOO! This is my 100th post! Time for cake! Get Your Goulash By Autumn Konopka at 1:40 pm on Wednesday May 27, 2009 Original Source We’ve all got a crazy family story, the ones we pull out when a party gets […]
One morning in first grade, the principal made an important announcement. “There is a severe head lice epidemic,” he grumbled through the loudspeaker. “The nurse will call classrooms in one at a time tomorrow to check for head lice.” Kelly, the pig-tailed girl that hated my guts from the moment she saw me in kindergarten, […]
Listen to this story read outloud on WXPN. I marvel at my Nagymama all the time. Although she is 98-years old, she has never ONCE in her life had surgery. As a child, I honestly don’t remember her ever being sick. For goodness sake, she doesn’t even have one stretch mark on her entire body! […]
The other day, I bought a three pound bag of red bell peppers on sale for $2. I was delighted with the good deal, but after a few days, I feel guilty because I had only gone through about a pound and the peppers were wrinkling. Nagymama taught me that I should never waste food, […]
Anyu always said that anyone that goes blind later in life… Probably touched kitty litter and did not wash their hands. Do you know anyone that has ridiculous theories?
Nagymama walked me to the bus stop until I graduated high school… So that gypsies would not push me into their car and sell me into prostitution. Did your family ever have insane paranoia?
Nagymama always lifted my shirt up in public… To make sure I was wearing an undershirt so I wouldn’t catch a “kidney cold”. What did your family always do to you that was embarrassing in public?
