Posts Tagged "Bilbo Baggins"


In April of 2014, my beloved poochie was diagnosed with kidney failure. She was about 10 years old. We were never sure about her exact age because she was a rescue dog. Her disease was rated at a level of 1. I asked the vet how one would know when she was more like a level 3 or 4? How does one know when it’s time to intervene and euthanize your pet? She said, “You’ll know.” She was right. On Friday afternoon,...

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I finally got around to watching the Fox Network’s remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Everyone was fantastically talented in this production; however, I didn’t care for it much. It simply seemed like a sophisticated high school production made by the stars of Glee. Again; don’t get me wrong, everyone sang and danced well, and everyone was attractive. I think that was a large part of the problem. I’ve...

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How do you feel about stinky cheese? I can handle Bleu types, Parmesan/Romano types, Swiss types, Feta types, whatever. I CANNOT handle any sort of cheese that comes from a goat. I know it’s all the rage, but I will always avoid any sort of goat cheese (and milk and even meat). Have I tried to acquire a taste for these goaty products? Half-heartedly in the past. Now I’m grown up enough to proclaim, “I AM DONE.”...

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You might assume I eat a hearty breakfast, but I can’t handle food very early in the morning. When I was around 10 years old, I gave up drinking milk, but I don’t think I’m lactose-intolerant per se. When my daughters were in school, I bought into the “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” crap, so I generally provided them with a modest morning meal right up through high school. I also ate...

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After a frenetic binge-watch of Breaking Bad (only my second viewing) and after seeing most of Malcolm in the Middle, I’m convinced that Bryan Cranston is the man I’ve seen most often in his underwear, with the exception of two other men. So—Cranston ranks number three. Of course, my husband is the number one wearer of underwear in front of me. Number two was my father. He was of the boxer variety (Bob and Bryan...

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