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  • It was beautiful to read that little snippet of your grandma.

    Be good to yourself

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    • Ah, hell, Say Yes to the Dress had a grandmother day. Brought to mind my gramma's response to mine. Green velvet, floor length, bell sleeves and a white scarf tied around my waist. Her response: " It's a different kind of wedding dress, but then again you've never been normal. You look gorgeous." One of my favorite compliments of that day.
      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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      • <3 you are an amazing woman. I am certain your grandmother was entirely proud of who you are! I am so grateful to have met you. Thanks for chattin with me today!
        Live Like No One Else

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        • Yay! I'm cleanish.
          Dinner: rib eye steak coated with bacon grease and garlic and pan cooked, sweet potato (in memory of my grandmother), steamed broccoli with butter. It's in the works right now.
          ETA: and a glass of wine. and two chocopecan bombs
          Last edited by naiadknight; 09-24-2010, 08:08 PM.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • I guess I shouldn't be watching Forrest Gump. I keep starting to cry, and steak isn't good salty.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • unless it is wrapped in bacon... (maybe this is a personal opinion)

              watch a good comedy!
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              • Well, it's already coated in bacon grease.... Time for Young Fronkenschtein.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                  I guess I shouldn't be watching Forrest Gump. I keep starting to cry, and steak isn't good salty.
                  NK even in your grief you make me laugh. I think there's some of your Grandma in you. Thanks for the story about her. You captured a lot in few words.

                  Remember, like Forrest says, life is like a box of chocolates ....

                  Hopefully dark, healthy chocolates; a "sensible indulgence" as Mr. Sisson likes to say.
                  Never eat anything bigger than your own head.

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                  • I inherited my sense of humor from both sides of the family. Looking back, I definitely inherited her DRY sense of humor. Her's was always the deadpan, "is it actually joke, or is she being serious?" sense of humor, right down to when she was talking about dying. "I don't want a funeral, because if the couldn't be bothered visiting when I was alive, there's no point in them viz'tin when I'm dead." I actually feel the same way.
                    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                    • "Walk this way. Nono, this way, this way. Use the cane."
                      Roll ,roll, roll in ze hay.
                      "Frau Blucher." *Whinny*---- makes you wonder when she sodomized the..... nevermind, it's the wine talking.
                      Y'know, I would've killed to do the foley work for this movie.
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                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                        "Walk this way. Nono, this way, this way. Use the cane."
                        Roll ,roll, roll in ze hay.
                        "Frau Blucher." *Whinny*---- makes you wonder when she sodomized the..... nevermind, it's the wine talking.
                        Y'know, I would've killed to do the foley work for this movie.
                        Ah yes - don't forget Teri Garr in her 'prime' so to speak. Ahem. *drool*
                        Geez Frau Blucher and the horse ... almost forgot about those two.
                        Don't forget Gene Wilder - "It's pronounced Frankensteen!"

                        On a more tender note, sounds like your Grandma was emotionally ready for the journey. I always tell my end of life patients to enjoy the journey - you only get to die once - might as well observe and experience it. Hope I'm as brave as your Grandma.

                        Then when they're gone I always think ... whatever it holds for us ... now they KNOW. How cool is that.

                        PS when the time comes cremate me please.
                        Never eat anything bigger than your own head.

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                        • She was. I will be. And, if I'm ever asked, I'll make sure you are.
                          I turned off Young frankenstein. Watching the last half of Forrest Gump. Not crying, yet.
                          [removed prior to posting] Shit happens.

                          Gene Wilder is, to this day, one of my favorite actors. I realize he's stopped acting, but I love his movies. Growing up, every time we went to my Gramma's house ,we'd watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I called it chocolate for many years, because of the opening scene. I love(d) that movie.
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                          • Awwww SHIT!!! I forgot Jenny dies of AIDS. Bawling like a baby.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • The wine actually helped relax me A LOT! I feel loads better now.
                              Except that a new friend IRL is moving back to NY soon. Maybe I oughta just stick with Vicky and The Guys for IRL friends. Seems every time I try to make more IRL friends, 3/4s of them vanish. At least this one had the decency to tell me she'd be leaving.... Ok, ok, I've gotten better about keeping friends around, but it still blows ass crackers.
                              Gonna go get civilized looking and hang out withThe New Yorker.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • Shit. I just fell off, not even thinking about it. Had a slice of pizza. I'll get back on the primal horse at my next meal, but I'm a bit irritated at myself. Well, that was my one cheat allowed. Any more grains and I eat the papaya kidney stew.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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