Archive | March, 2018

Friday:) From Here to There and Old Friends and Family

24 Mar

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.     

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


This afternoon, my sister and I went to visit our old friends and neighbors Mike and Shirley. They weren’t able to make it to Mom’s celebration of life Sunday, so we went to visit them. It was around an hour drive, and everything looked so unfamiliar. After we sat and talked a while, we realized it was over fifty years when we had first moved in next door, WOA! How did that happen?

There was a lot of catching up to do after nearly five decades. But the thing about old friends is, when you get together, it seems like yesterday. After a lot of old stories, and “remember so and so,” and talking about all the neighborhood kids who are now grown and are now mom’s and grandmas, we decided that we weren’t getting old, everyone else was.

Mike and Shirley look exactly like I remembered when I was fourteen years old and a freshman in high school. I didn’t take a picture today, but here’s one from last year when they came to visit Mom. This is a beautiful picture. Lovely memory.

After that visit, we drove past Conrady Middle School, where I taught Art, way back in the late 70’s early 80’s. We made a quick stop at Auntie Ann’s house, right down the street. She was very sick with a cold/flu, so we just did a drive-by so I could drop of a couple of remembrances from Mom’s house. I did a virtual hug, set the things on the table, said, “I love you,” then back on the road. Also, no time for a picture, but here’s one of my favorites of her and my cute granddaughter, from last year.

They say you can’t go home again, and, well, I don’t get it. I do it all the time, and it’s great.

Theme Song Thursday:) Pennies From Heaven

23 Mar

Pennies do not come from heaven. They have to be earned here on earth.

~Margaret Thatcher


I keep finding pennies from Heaven. While I was going through Mom’s many craft bins and drawers yesterday, there at the very bottom of the last drawer, I found a single solitary tiny ziplock bag with a lone penny. I smiled. My reward for a long day of sorting.

Gotta love Frank Sinatra….

This afternoon, my sister asked me to go to the car wash with her. We drove through and parked afterwards to readjust the side mirrors and wipe the excess water. As I stepped out of the car, yep, a penny right at my feet.

I think one lucky penny from heaven is worth a dozen dirty dollars from…. well, wherever dirty dollars come from. I am blessed.

I’ll keep all my lucky pennies from Mom in heaven in a special jar when I get home.

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom From Facebook

22 Mar

“Pretty much everything I’ve learned in my life, I’ve learned on Facebook. Just kidding. Fox News is very informative. Not!”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


You think I’m kidding, but a lot of the time, I don’t know what’s going on in the world until someone has posted it on Facebook. I rarely watch the news because it’s too depressing. Until they have an ALL HAPPY NEWS STATION, I avoid the news as much as possible. So, if there’s anything important you’d like to tell me, well, just post it on my Facebook page. Thanks!


Tuesday:) Tap Dancing Tunes With Your Toes

21 Mar

“MUsic gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.”

~ Plato


A friend posted a video of the giant piano on Facebook recently, and people were tap dancing and making music with their feet. I thought it was so cute and clever. I’d like to try it someday. Heaven knows, I can’t play piano with my fingers. Maybe I’d do better with my feet. Looks like fun.

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

20 Mar

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

~Charles Kuralt


A week in a peek. A busy, dizzy, hazy week.

Sunday Sermon and a Special Celebration of Life

19 Mar

You may never get back this life, so do something in this lifetime worthy of celebration.     

~Debasish Mridha


We had a beautiful Celebration of Life Service for Mom this morning. The normally sparsely attended 10:30 service here was standing room only. There were so many people here to pray, worship, and pay tribute to their dear friend, Trini. Friends and family spoke after the Mass, telling funny stories and sharing fond memories of Mom. We shared pictures and displayed just a fraction of Mom’s paintings.

I was honored, once again, to give the Second Reading, as Mom had done for so many years.

Hebrews 5:7-9

In the days when Christ Jesus was in the flesh,

he offered prayers and supplications with loud cries and tears

to the one who was able to save him from death,

and he was heard because of his reverence.

Son though he was, he learned obedience from what he suffered;

and when he was made perfect,

he became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him.

My take on it…Jesus was an obedient and humble son, and although He prayed and pleaded as a man, He had a higher purpose, and gave His life for our salvation.


It was good to see friends and family that I hadn’t seen in decades. They always say, why do we wait to get together until there is a funeral or a wedding. I say, “What does it matter? We are together now. Let’s celebrate, hug, kiss, and love one another today.”

Family. Love you guys! Mom is smiling down us.

This is a great quote. Oh, so true.

Saturday:) St. Patrick’s Day~Some Serious Baking and Eating and a Little Irish Princess

18 Mar

“If you can’t find good food where you live, go home.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


My sisters and I have been baking, organizing, and getting ready for Mom’s special Celebration of Life tomorrow. We took a break between cleaning and shopping to pick up our cousin CC, who just drove in from Missouri. We were going to take her to Beef Villa, then decided last second, NO, Portillo’s would be better. We were right.

A couple more stops at the store to pick up massive quantities of more food and supplies, then back to start the baking frenzy. These little delights will be frosted and decorated with Peep bunnies in the morning. Two pans of brownies and dozens of sandwiches are ready for cutting in the morning.

There’s a lot more to do, but I needed to blog before midnight.

So, here’s my little Irish grand-daughter with her daddy. He was so excited to learn from his Ancestry DNA that he does have some Irish. We had a Murphy somewhere on my mother’s line.

Happy St. Patty’s day.