Archive | March, 2016

Theme Song Thursday:) Hear Me “Roar”

25 Mar

“Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.” 

― E.Y. Harburg

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Day 8 of the dental dilemma. More smoothies, but doing better every day. I went to Zumba in the morning, then stopped at the store to get more almond milk and ingredients for more endless days of drinking my meals. 

  
While I was in the produce aisle in Albertson’s, I saw this cute older couple. The husband was wearing a Cubs hat, so I went over, shook his hand and said, “I like your hat. You from Chicago?” Well, of course they were. Who else would be brave enough to wear a Cubs hat in Texas? John and Dolores were all to happy to chat about Chi Town. We talked Southside/Northside, Sox/Cubs, neighborhoods, and discovered we had something in common. We were all born at home, no hospitals. You never know who you’re going to bump into at the grocery store.

  
I came home, made a smoothie and went for a walk. It was cold with blustery winds. After some mundane housework and paperwork, I went for another walk before dark. Then at 7, I went to my other divorced and separated group. People sharing more heartbreaking stories of pain and sorrow. I had a very busy, crazy, active day. I’m a lion…HEAR ME ROAR.

I heard this song on my way home tonight and thought…this was my day. This is my life. This is my song!

Wednesday:) What’s Cookin’ Miss Toni?

24 Mar

“Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.” ― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom

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Day seven of the tooth from H-E- Double Hockey Sticks! The good news is my mouth, jaw, and raw gums are feeling a little better. The bad news is…its just a little, and has a long way to go. You can only drink so many smoothies and shakes before you start getting snarky. I WANT A HAMBURGER AND FRIES! ME WANT COOKIES!

  
This evening was week four of our St. Gabriel Divorced and Separated Support Group. I’ve been bringing brownies and/or cookies every week. Why? Because I like to bake and share and make people happy with massive quantities of useless sugar. That’s me.

We have a very good group of people going through different phases of pain, heartbreak, and adjustment. I really appreciate the moral support that I receive, but more importantly, I think that I am in a much better and happier place than I was two years ago, when my life was raw and in upheaval. Now, I can share my insights, triumphs, joys, progress, and massive quantities of sugar, with others. I’m a nice person. I’ve always been and will always be a nice person. “Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.” But, that ship has sailed. Open waters and clear sailing now.

With my sore mouth and nagging headache, I didn’t feel like baking, so I rummaged in the freezer and found my pre-packaged lemon cake balls and brownie bites that I was saving for a rainy day. (It’s raining now) I melted white chocolate and dipped the lemon ones, then melted dark chocolate and dipped the brownie ones. I confess…I endured the pain and sampled each one by leaning my head to the right and chewing very carefully avoiding the left side. A few cringes and yelps ensued, but worth the agony.They were yummy!
  
Today was a good day. I got home from church safe and sound before the storm started pelting away. Life is good! 

Tuesday:) Time To Teach A Painting Class

23 Mar

“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” 
― William Arthur Ward

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Well, the crazy tooth, or rather, lack of my tooth, is doing better. I still can’t eat solids, the gum is sore around the gaping cavern where the implant will go, and it looks pretty disgusting in there. The good news, you may ask? Subsisting on smoothies and shakes since Thursday, I actually lost a few of those lurking winter pounds. 

I managed to get to Zumba this morning and went for a long brisk walk in the afternoon. Then, I gathered up my supplies, paints, brushes, examples, and wine glasses for my painting class I was teaching at Lone Star Wine Cellars. It’s a great location, right on the square. A quaint wine bar with the friendliest people. 

  
   
 
Some of the ladies had taken some classes previously, but a couple who never painted before, were amazed at their final wine glasses. I sure love to teach and share with others.  Anyone can learn a new technique, you just need a good teacher. (That would be me.) 

I told, explained, demonstrated and inspired…I had it covered. 

(Examples of some of my painting.)

    
 

Montage Monday:) My Crazy Week in a Peek

22 Mar

“Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.” 

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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What a crazy week! Kickboxing, Zumba, walking, then bam… My crown on my tooth popped off Wednesday, then a quick dental visit Thursday turned into a four hour implant nightmare. The rest of the week has been pain, a little pain, then more pain. 

Here’s my week in a peek.

  
  

Sunday Sermon:) Palm Sunday in the Palm of Your Hand

21 Mar

In a world where news of inhumanity bombards our sensibilities, where grasping for things goes so far beyond our needs, where time is squandered in busyness, it is a pleasure and a privilege to pause for a look at handiwork, to see beauty amidst utility, and to know that craft traditions begun so long ago serve us today.” 

― John Wilson

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Today is Palm Sunday. It was very crowded at 9 o’clock Mass. Everyone was asked to come out to the vestibule to receive blessed palms, sing, and process back into church. 

The Gospel was from Luke 22 :14-23-56. This was a long Gospel covering the Last Supper, Judas’ betrayal, Peter denying Jesus three times, the sentencing of Jesus, crucifixion and death. My take on it…this one Gospel chapter is a compact culmination of the entire brief life of Jesus here on earth. A reflection on the brevity of life.

During Palm Sunday Mass, palms are distributed to parishioners who carry them in a ritual procession into church. The palms are blessed and many people will fashion them into small crosses or other items of personal devotion. These may be returned to the church, or kept for the year.
Because the palms are blessed, they may not be discarded as trash. Instead, they are appropriately gathered at the church and incinerated to create the ashes that will be used in the follow year’s Ash Wednesday observance.The colors of the Mass on Palm Sunday are red and white, symbolizing the redemption in blood that Christ paid for the world.

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Last year, I found a video on how to make a cross with my palms. It’s actually pretty easy. A way to make something with your own hands, and remember this day all year long. ” Beauty amidst utility.”

  
  

Saturday:) Sometimes Busy Staves Off the Pain…and a Sunset

20 Mar

“Keeping really  busy has a way of keeping your mind off the pain.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“Being busy is better than being bored. Bored left a long time ago. Busy is always around for me. ” 

― Tabitha Robin

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That stupid hole in my mouth where my tooth used to be Thursday, is still painful, is still bleeding, is still just a minor set back. It takes a whole lot more pain to keep me down. I’m doggie sitting for a couple of days, so Bella and I do a lot of walking. Four walks today.

 
I went to my writing group at 10, then stopped at Walmart afterwards to pick up some peeps for my upcoming Easter cupcake baking extravaganza. (You’ll see in a few days.)

  
That’s my basket with ten boxes of Peeps, and I’ll probably run out.

  
On my way home, I saw this young man walking on the side of the road with his backpack and his Gehan Model Home sign. He’s alway put there on the weekends, holding and twirling the sign to entice and direct drivers to the new subdivision. It was so windy, and he was struggling with his wind born sign. It was a long walk back to the trailer, so I stopped to give him a ride. Xavier was very appreciative. I dropped him off at the trailer, telling him to say HI to Derek for me.

  
I took Bella for another walk through the nearby park. They were having their annual Easter egg hunt, games, bounce house, cotton candy, and pictures with the bunny.

  
I headed off to the Square to help out a little at the Collin County Art Show silent auction. But, on my way, I stopped off at the sales trailer to give Derek a super delicious Miss Toni brownie. Selfie time with a smile.

When I arrived at the Art Show, Sherry, Lynda, and the others were busy finalizing auction details. I stayed a few hours and helped tally and make phone calls. 

I always keep smiling, even through the pain. Busy helps. Busy is good. 

 

When I got home, Bella and I went for another walk. I was able to catch the final glow of sunset. It was a fine, busy Saturday. Oh no! Now that I’m sitting still, my tooth is starting to hurt. That’s why I keep busy. It staves off all kinds of pain.
 

Friday:) Firemen, Friends, and a Fabulous Art Show

19 Mar

“Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.” ― Charles Lamb

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Despite my swollen face, sore jaw, and bleeding empty tooth socket, I was going stir crazy in the house after lying around all morning. I couldn’t go to kickboxing or take my usual brisk walk, so I got dressed and went to the square to visit friends, get a smoothie, and stop at the art show. 

  
I stopped at Fire Station 2 on my way. I finally was  able to take over those brownies that I had baked. They always appreciate my visits. Say hello to Fire Fighter Carr.

  
I stopped at Sweet Spot Bakery for yet another smoothie, and  visited with Miss Kathy a while. Miss Elizabeth was baking cookies. I asked if I could dip some in chocolate, and Miss Kathy let me play in the kitchen.

  
Off to the Annual Collin County Adult and Student Art Show.

   
 
Amazing young artists in the exhibit downstairs.

 
  
 
My dear friend, Bonita Comarnitsky, won a blue ribbon.

   
Jeni Tomlinson always has a show stopper and wins a ribbon.
 
President to the Art Club of McKinney, Lynda Kingsley, addressed the packed room, ready to introduce the winners.

  
I didn’t stay very long, I started feeling queasy, so I decided it was time to get home for my meds, another smoothie and some rest.  My wild Friday night. NO Black Russian Friday for a few weeks with my meds and healing mouth. Dang!

Not being able to have solid food yet, I miss my spinach salads, so I said, “Aha!” ( I do that a lot when I am brilliant.) I just put some spinach in my smoothie. Actually, not too bad. But, not especially great either.

  

Green smoothie. I should have had that yesterday for St. Patrick’s Day. A good Friday.