Archive | May, 2015

Sunday Sermon And Speaking the Same Language

25 May

“The conquest of learning is achieved through the knowledge of languages.” 
― Roger Bacon, The Opus Majus of Roger Bacon – Volume 1


Today was Pentecost Sunday. It was a dreary rainy morning so I wore a red sweater and my red raincoat to church. Wearing red lifts my spirits. Little did I know that the choir, Father Don, and most of the congregation would be dressed in red. This was to represent the tongues of fire and a tradition in the Catholic Church. Lucky fashion statement choice.


“And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost and began to speak in other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.” (King James Version)

Here’s my take on the sermon. The room was filled with the Holy Spirit and many languages were spoken so everyone could understand. This got me to thinking. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all speak the same language, and we could all understand each other? You would think in this day and age of advanced technology, that we could all communicate, get along, and stop war and hatred. We are all on the same planet, just trying to get by. Why can’t we live in peace? Why can’t we all get along?



Later in the afternoon, I went over to the Square and met with some friends. Then, I had lunch with my friends at Sweet Spot Bakery. We speak the same language there, and that language is friendship. So, I hung out until they kicked me out.  Just kidding. But, I did stay till closing time, and they locked the door. I can take a hint.


Saturday: Socializing and Soothing Music (Best Medicine)

23 May

Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul. ~  Angela Monet


After my trauma yesterday of excruciating ear and jaw pain, desperate attempts to get to the dentist by way of flooded or barricaded  streets, I finally arrived to find immediate root canal my only option. I have a pretty good threshold for pain, so I did ok. I did get a prescription for antibiotics for the infection, but refused one for oxycodone.

My pain reliever of choice is non-narcotic. I call it friends, socializing, and music. My friend Linda Grossman, (you’ve heard this before, world’s best realtor) had an extra ticket to a private concert and had invited me earlier to join her. This was before the root canal drama. Instead of staying home and suffering, I thought…what better way to releive the pain than listenning to great music and visiting with friends. So, off I went with a swollen jaw and no feeling on the left side of my face.

Billy Falcon had us laughing with tales of unrequited love and crying with heartbreaking stories of loss and suffering. He sang his life with a guitar and moved the entire room to a standing ovation finale. 

When my sister asked me why I didn’t just stay home and rest, I told her that if I was sitting around, all I would do is feel and think about the pain. If I was out with friends, distracted, having a great time and listenning to great music, I wouldn’t have time to think about it. And thus was my evening. Pain free.

Yes, my pain reliever of choice is friendship and music.


Freakin’ Friday: From the Dentist’s Chair

22 May

“Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth.” 

― Mallory Hopkins


OK, last Friday, I lost a crown and had to get new one. Pain, suffering, and $1500. A few days later, jaw pain and shooting pain in my ear. Got in to see the dentist. ROOT CANAL!!!!! And, another $1,000. Fridays are not my friend lately.
But, life goes on. Live from the dentist chair.

I know you feel my pain. Well, not actually, but you get it.

I wish I would have known about this earlier. There are a lot of frogs in the pond after all this rain.
Have a good holiday weekend! Stay safe, and try and stay dry.

Theme Somg Thursday: “Who’ll Stop the Rain”

22 May

“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” 

― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book


It started out rainy again today, storming all last night. Yikes! Enpugh already. But, the skies eventually cleared. The rain can’t last forever. Or,can it?

Creedance Clesrwater Revival

Long as I remember the rain been comin’ down 

Clouds of mystery pourin’ confusion on the ground. 

Good men through the ages tryin’ to find the sun. 

And I wonder still I wonder who’ll stop the rain. 
I went down Virginia (I did drive down Virginia Avenue) seekin’ shelter from the storm 

Caught up in the fable I watched the tower grow 

Five year plans and new deals wrapped in golden chains. 

And I wonder still I wonder who’ll stop the rain. 
Heard the singers playin’, how we cheered for more. 

The crowd had rushed together tryin’ to keep warm. 

Still the rain kept pourin’, fallin’ on my ears 

And I wonder, still I wonder who’ll stop the rain.


“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” 

― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book


Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Sometimes You Have to Let Your Hair Down

21 May

Sometimes you just have to let your hair down, even if it gets all tangled and messy.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


The story of my life has pretty much correlated with my hair styles over the years. This is a very profound observation, if I don’t say so myself.

When I was a young girl, my hair was so thick and curly, that I cried when Mom tried to comb the mass of tangles out. Thus was childhood, tangled, confusing, and unruly.

Then, high school and the 70’s happened. Long straight hair was in. What do you do when you have long frizzy Hispanic hair? Why, I put horrific smelling, scalp burning , chemical straighteners on it. Or, I asked my sister to iron it. Yikes! Teenage and young adult years, trying to fit in, conforming, straightening up, growing up.

Life happens, I had kids, raised my family, and basically, I just didn’t  care what my hair looked like. I was too busy. My hair was in a ponytail 99% of the time. Adult years and motherhood, no time to worry about my hair, too busy worrying about my family, friends and life.

Eventually, things slowed down. I decided to be natural, honest and live simply. Back to the curly hair. Naturally curly hair is a blessing, so I’m told. I never appreciated it when I was younger. Time to appreciate your blessings.

Now, getting older, trauma, drastic change, time to let my hair down. No more tightly wound buns, crazy curly tresses, or death grip pony tails. Time to straighten out again. 

Today, I called my friend Gaby, who is an amazing stylist, and I asked her what she could do with my frizzy curly unruly hair. Three long hours of tedious work later, she worked her magic, yet again on my goofy hair. 

Time to let my hair down. Here we go! 

Golden years, golden hair. My hair is shiny, smooth, untangled and beautiful. Now, time for a beautiful, smooth, untangled life.

See the correlation?

Tuesday Tributes and Farewells: What Would You Like?

20 May

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” 

― Shannon L. Alder


Today, I had the honor of attending the funeral of my dear friends’ father. It was literally standing room only, and the family and pastor had touching stories and humorous tales to share. It was a special tribute to a great man. This is not the time or place to talk about this fond farewell, but this day really got me thinking about how fleeting time is and how we never know when we will leave this earthly life.
When I thought about what my funeral would be like, I didn’t get sad. I actually was quite pleased. I’ve been so blessed with so many people who love me, and I them. I thought of all the things that I thought would make a perfect tribute to my life. I told my friend Lynne about it and she said, “Why don’t you write it down and tell your family now?” I think I will. Here ya go.
Here’s my funeral…I’d absolutely love for ALL my friends and family (actual  family) to attend if they are able to, but, if they are far away and it’s a lot of trouble, by all means, just raise a glass and toast to me with a shot of Tequilla or a Black Russian (with chocolate ice cream of course.) I’ll be with you in spirit.
Then, ABSOLUTELY NO fancy flowers and huge sprays of roses. This is not necessary and this is not me. I’ve always lived a simple and frugal life. I wouldn’t ask for donations to a certain charity in lieu of flowers, but rather ask you to go have dinner with your family and friends, and spend time with each other. Maybe share a few stories about me. Good ones only, please. What am I thinking? That’s the only kind there could be.
Because I do love flowers, mostly painting them, if you’d like to bring a single rose to place in one of my handpainted vases, it would be wonderful to see the vases filled with single roses from people I loved. (And I will be watching, so I will see.) A single rose is supposed to signify simplicity and gratitude. I like that.

Red (Single) “I Love You”

Light Pink Admiration, Sympathy, Gentleness, Grace, Gladness, Joy, Sweetness

Yellow Joy, Gladness, Friendship, Delight, Promise of a new beginning, Welcome Back, Remember Me, Jealousy, “I care”

Single – any color Simplicity, Gratitude


Then, there must be chocolate, lots of chocolate. Please bring brownies, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate cake, chocolate anything to share. If there is a gathering afterwards, no fancy dinner, how about a chocolate fountain? Don’t forget to invite my firemen buddies at stations 5 and 2. Now, that’s a celebration of my life.


“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder


Montage Monday

19 May

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” 

― Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol


A very wonderful week. Friends, firemen, horses, walking, music, and mayhem. A week in a peek.