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For my 2nd breakfast today, a BLTA with a side of Bacon. I call it my 2nd breakfast although some may call it brunch or lunch because I plan on having a lunch today around 2ish.
Hobbiting much?For my 2nd breakfast today, a BLTA with a side of Bacon. I call it my 2nd breakfast although some may call it brunch or lunch because I plan on having a lunch today around 2ish.
Too tall and not enough hair on my toes.Hobbiting much?
Hahahahaha!Too tall and not enough hair on my toes.
There is nothing wrong with that. Hobbits tend to be a pretty happy sort.Hahahahaha!
(Sadly, I am tall enough.)
There is nothing wrong with that. Hobbits tend to be a pretty happy sort.
I tend to bump my head more than is acceptable. But that could be clumsiness or brain damage from repeated bumpage more than height.
There is a size for everyone. Lady ToE is Perfect Size for me.Lily inherited my petite DNA. Her same-age bestie is 6" taller than she is. I remind her that their feet both touch the ground, and that she is the perfect Lily size. Hubby calls me Fun Size.
But really, the way she eats, I think that Lily might be part Hobbit.
For my 2nd breakfast today...
...a BLTA with a side of Bacon. ..
But really, the way she eats, I think that Lily might be part Hobbit.
Babydoll, that is a great thing to do. While I know how sad all of you must feel, I love the idea of celebrating the life versus, what my family did when I was a kid, heavily mourning the death.
Everyone is already sad and will feel the loss in their own way, so I like doing something positive to remember the person as it can help lift everyone's spirits a bit. Also, it seems, IMHO, a better tribute to someone who has passed on to remember the fun, positive things about their life and personality in a spirit of celebration versus a somber memorial. Again, though, just my opinion.
I had only experienced the sad, heavy approach toward death as practiced in my family until, as a young adult, I went to a friend's grandmother's wake. They were a mainly Irish family and the vibe in the house was upbeat and joyful where people were telling their favorite stories about her, poking fun at her foibles in a good natured way and, overall, just celebrating her life.
That was an aha moment for me when I began to realize that "rules" and "facts" in my house where actually just styles, customs and opinions.
And that's one mighty fine looking breakfast - hopefully, she was looking down and smiling when you made it.
I personally hate funerals (and absolutely will NOT go to a viewing), so a celebration seems natural to me. We were lucky to have her for 92 years. Why mourn that fact? Her body was worn out & in constant, uncontrollable pain. She missed her husband of 60 years. She was ready. I think we should be happy for her to finally be at peace. And really, food was the way she showed her family her love. I spent hours on the phone with her talking me through the recipes. Making them for Hubby passes on the gift of her love and good memories to him. The biscuits turned out exceptionally well today. So light and fluffy! I know it was Grandma's touch.
If we'd been able to afford the last-minute airfare, we would have attended. But McMahan, TX is a loooong way from home....Earlier this morning.
I enjoyed making homemade flour tortillas from scratch like my mother used to do.
After several attempts with them coming out hard as rocks, I finally found the
way to make them soft & delicious .
I hate funerals. But I did go to my mother’s.
Not saying this to critique. Just sharing that I also feel
the same like you.
Home-made biscuits & Jimmy Dean sausages sounds delicious.