One thing with my mother, she somehow relates everything to her religion/belief.  That's how overly zealous she is with it.  I have nothing against it though.  It's what makes her who she is, and because of that my siblings and I grew fairly well, even if we aren't as zealous like her, we are well in our status.  

Just seconds ago, she forgot to pay her bills.  Cursing and hissing and shorty she said..."My God, why have you forsaken me.".  I was taken aback and said "Shhhtt", my mind was running at this point.  Now is she thinking that she's Jesus or something.  Like really mother, blaming God for forgetting something.  Leave Him alone.  He already sacrificed his Son for you, what more do you need.  Seriously.  

Now she's just a meter away from me while she's busy filing something on the bed.  

Citing this incident makes me remember one time, I was in highschool and was complaining about something and she said stop complaining but instead be thankful, facing the huge window with arms wide open as if the sunlight is like heaven, ready to suck her in it and deliver her to heaven.  Hmmm... really mother.

I know. I know. You've got a point.  But what's up with this overly theatrical reactions? 

We love you nevertheless. :)

Whenever I'm in the mood of eating something cold, first thing on my mind is Ice Giants.  They just serve the most delish ice cream concuction ever.  They don't go overboard with the sweetness because the thin, fine, crushed ice bath with creamy milk just neutralizes everything.

Now people.  It's time to indulge.