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Sunday Sermon and Some Sowing of Seeds

13 Jul

“You sow wheat once, you feed the world once! You sow ideas once, you feed the world a thousand times!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan


Well, I didn’t watch Mass in my pajamas this morning. I actually got up early enough to take a short morning walk, make some fresh ginger green tea, and sit a minute before 11 o’clock Mass. Helene was kind enough to text me that it would be on channel 27 instead of channel 11 today. It’s always interesting to see the different churches and hear different priests or bishops. Today was at the Dallas Cathedral. St. Gabriel is now open for Sunday Masses, but I’m trying to be a little careful, and as long as I can watch on tv, I’m good.

In today’s Gospel, Jesus tells the parable of the sower of seeds. Some seeds fell on the path, then eaten by birds. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, withered and dies because they had no roots. Others fell upon thorns and were choked. Then, some seeds fell on good soils and the grain flourished. He goes on to explain…

“Hear then the parable of the sower. 19When any one hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what is sown in his heart; this is what was sown along the path. 20As for what was sown on rocky ground, this is he who hears the word and immediately receives it with joy; 21yet he has no root in himself, but endures for a while, and when tribulation or persecution arises on account of the word, immediately he falls away. 22As for what was sown among thorns, this is he who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the delight in riches choke the word, and it proves unfruitful. 23As for what was sown on good soil, this is he who hears the word and understands it; he indeed bears fruit, and yields, in one case a hundredfold, in another sixty, and in another thirty.”


My take on it, of course, is just common sense. Good rich earth and good rich hearts will be rewarded and plentiful. But, like any seed, it must be tended with loving care and nurtured. It does take work, and doesn’t come easily.

My Catholic friends laugh at me because I tell them that I hold up my cracker or cookie and my cup of tea to get virtually blessed while I watch the Mass, but hey… my perception is my reality. To me. It’s blessed.


So, while I was thinking about the Gospel and sowing seeds, I remembered that I often save the large pit that comes inside each avocado, and when I have a bunch, I throw them in a flower pot I have out back. I don’t expect them to grow anything, as I rarely water it or take care of it, but sometimes they do grow. (I do NOT have a green thumb.)A couple of weeks ago, I had quite a few shoots pop up, but I think a bunny or two came and ate all the green sprouts. But that’s OK. If someone or something benefits from the seeds that I sow, it’s a win-win.

I like to do my writing every day and sow a few seeds, something to think about, to learn, or to share.

On a brighter note… 🎼. I haven’t killed my flowers that I planted in the backyard yet. I’ve actually been watering them… when I remember. 🤦‍♀️

My Google assistant says it 96° out right now, but feels like 105°. I always walk around this time. Hmm…should I or shouldn’t I? Maybe a short one.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

Saturday:) Miracles and Anniversaries

11 Jul

“When God sends you a sign, you are blessed. When He sends you three, there’s no doubt in your mind that God performs miracles.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


(I share this miracle every year on this day. It’s the first of three, and everyone who has heard my trilogy of miracles will agree that only God could do this.)

Today is 7-11. July 11, 2013 was the worst, most painful and devastating day of my entire life. I will never forget that awful day, and all the tears, trauma, heartache, hospitalization, and betrayal that followed. That’s the day I confronted my now ex-husband about his affair with the waitress at his country club. We were married 39 years. But, there was so much more, and such unfathomable disgusting behavior that I can’t even begin to reveal. My heart was broken, and my life and my health was in turmoil. I said it was the “day that will live in infamy.” For two years, when I saw that day on the calendar, I cringed and I cried. Not any more. Now it’s a celebration.

Fast forward two years later…7-11-2015 was the day my son got married to the most beautiful and amazing girl of his dreams. That beautiful July 11th day, I danced at my son’s wedding and celebrated with friends and family. Now, this is a day of celebration and joy and love. They had no idea that this particular day was the worst day of my life, and was now transformed into a day to celebrate. BUT, God did.

Happy 5th Anniversary Joe and Lindsay!!! I love you “To the moon and back.”

It’s been five years now, and this beautiful couple has also blessed me with two beautiful granddaughters. Even more reason to celebrate. I love 7-11.

7-11-2015 A celebration and miracle.

More celebrations!

Look at this ever growing miracle!

Friday:) From My Tangerine Skies and a Frozen Pizza

11 Jul

“The sky was splashed with swipes of bold tangerine mingled with hints of hazy grey.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


It was a pretty uneventful day. I only left the house to go for my evening walk. It’s almost 10 pm and I haven’t eaten anything yet, too hot, but I plan on having a couple of slices of frozen pizza in a minute. Before you feel sorry for me, it’s deep dish Chicago style pizza that my son Matt sent me on Mother’s Day. I tucked a few slices away in the freezer for a rainy day. Well, it’s not rainy, but it’s hotter than —— fill the in the blank. So, I’m going to enjoy my dinner. I’ll warm it up in the broiler and it will be wonderful. Then, I’ll sit down with my favorite Friday night Black Russian.

My evening walk was spectacular, as usual. The sky never ceases to amaze me. When I got near my front door, the sky was a tangerine glow mingled with the last remnants of blue-grey. I took a picture in the front, and went inside and out the back door to catch the final colors in the western sky.

You see why it looks like tangerine skies? Front yard.

The back yard a few minutes later. I may have to write a poem, “Tangerine Skies.”

Darn! I just googled it. Someone wrote a book of poetry called “Tangerine Sky.” I missed my big chance. Oh well. I can still write a poem about it.

Cheers my friends. Happy Friday.

Toni’s Quarantined Karaoke Thursday:) “So Far Away”

10 Jul

“Let me be kind and loving today because tomorrow is far far away.”

― Debasish Mridha


It’s seems like years instead of months since we’ve been together with friends, singing karaoke, dancing, laughing, and drinking. I sure do miss it. Until then, I’ll keep singin’ all by myself. 🤦‍♀️🎤 Oh, that’s a good song, “All By Myself.” Hmm…maybe next week.

Then, of course, our good friend Bob Goen is always beltin’ out an awesome tune from the confines of his lovely karaoke studio just down the road. I can almost hear him from my house. “Can’t Help Falling in Love With You.” Open the window, Joni!

Happy Thursday, my friends. I hope you’re singing. 🎤

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom About Housework.

9 Jul

“Rule number 1- Never remove and empty the vacuum cleaner canister unless you know how to put it back. (Ask me how I know!)”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Phyllis Diller

Housework can’t kill you, but why take the chance?


Well, you may remember my old friend Henrietta Hoover, my trusty vacuum cleaner. Yes, she sat patiently in the middle of the hallway for several days before I decided it was time to vacuum instead of tripping over her every day. That is my cleaning strategy. Annoyance.

Henrietta got a new belt and a good cleaning last month, so she was humming like new and picking up all kinds of hidden treasures, dust bunnies, and a lot long brown hair. (Where did that come from?) Unfortunately, she did such a good job that the dirt canister was just about full. Seeing as Wednesday was garbage day, I thought it was a good idea to empty it and take it out to the trash.

Well, I just pushed in that little grey nubby thing, turned the plastic thing-a-ma-jig, and emptied that sucker out in two minutes flat, and off to the trash I went.

Now, it was time to put the canister back together and back into Henrietta’s waiting tummy. But NOOOOO! As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the twisty thing to turn into the right plastic slotty grovey spot. (You notice all these technical vacuum part names, right?)

Seriously, after about half an hour of twisting, turning, and cussing in two different languages, I was about to give up. Instead, I raised my right hand into the air with a fist and said, “As God is my witness, I will fix Henrietta before this day is over.”

I guess that did the trick. Maybe God didn’t like all that cussing, so He waited until I calmed down and asked for His help. And yes, we Catholics have a Patron Saint for every occasion.

St. Zita is the Patron Saint of housekeepers, maids and servants, and was well known for her patience, hard work, and spending her life attending to the poor and those imprisoned.

Next time, I’ll start out with a prayer instead of cussin’.

Tuesday:) Toni’s Time-Lapse Painting Tips

8 Jul

“I want to be like a sunflower so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.”



I’m really getting a kick out of making these time-lapse painting videos. It makes the painting look so easy and fun. And guess what? It is easy and fun. It probably takes me ten times longer to think of what to paint than the whole production takes. Heaven forbid I should try and come up with an idea before 9pm.

What I like about this simple abstract painting is, I used just inexpensive Crayola brand watercolors, a flat brush, and a sheet of card stock paper and a black sharpie. Nothing fancy or expensive, and anyone can afford to give it a try, especially the kids.

Well here it is. Inspired by the beautiful sunflower fields near Whitewright that Sherri and I visited last week.

Montage Monday~ A Week In A Peek & A Magnificent Sky

7 Jul

“Your Monday morning thoughts set the tone for your whole week. See yourself getting stronger, and living a fulfilling, happier & healthier life.”

– Germany Kent


I like this quote. It’s true. You set the tone for your day every morning when you wake up, and Monday sets the tone for the week. Of course, unless you’re like me and you wake up and have no idea what day it is. Thank goodness for my iPhone that doubles as my alarm clock, calendar, appointment book, news reporter, social director and all around lifeline to the world.

Happy Monday, my friends. A week in a peek…. with a really cool eerie stormy sky photo from my back porch.

I just love the paintings that God creates in the skies every day. He’s a pretty good artist, wouldn’t you say?

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

6 Jul

“Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.



This morning, well, another morning Mass in my pajamas. I guess the archdiocese isn’t televising the Bishop’s Mass at 11 anymore. The good news is, St. Gabriel records Mass on Facebook that can be viewed any time. Plus, this weekend, we welcome our new Parochial Vicar, Fr. Jacob Dankasa.

Today’s Gospel, Jesus tells us that all those who are burdened who seek comfort in the Lord will find rest.

Mathew 11

“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened,

and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,

for I am meek and humble of heart;

and you will find rest for yourselves.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.”

My take on it…. our burdens are very heavy if we carry them alone. We have family and friends to lean on, but someone who will always be there, day or night, thick or thin, is God, no questions asked. Nice, right?

The rest of my Sunday was uneventful, except for lots of loads of laundry, a few phone calls, and some social media mania. I didn’t even go for an evening walk, too steamy hot. But, I did pop outside to check out the evening sky.

Happy Sunday, my friends.

Saturday:) Setting an Example and Raising the Flag

5 Jul

“When you set a good example to the world, you become a flag waving on the skies of the entire world!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan


This 4th of July is definitely the most unusual and surreal 4th that I have ever known. For the past 15 years, I usually was on the Square, watching the parade, eating ice cream, talking with old friends and making new friends. Not today.

But, I have my memories and old photos to remind me of the good ol’ days. Hopefully, this will be the last scary/weird 4th of July. Who knows?

My all time favorite 4th of July photo is this one of my granddaughter placing a small American flag in her front yard. I’m sure she wasn’t sure of the significance, but you could tell that she knew that it was important. That’s why I’m so proud of my son and daughter-in-law. They are setting a fine example for their children, teaching them love and respect, and to honor their country.

A small flag in a small hand, a big head start in a big heart. ❤️🇺🇸

Memories from last year…

Cheers, my friends. Happy Red, White and Blue, Blue Ice Cream Black Russian 4th of July.

Friday:) Fences, Face Masks and My Favorite… Black Russians

4 Jul

“Build good fences, make good friends, and keep your laundry indoors.”

― A.J. Hackwith


Friday always rolls around so quickly, which is so surprising. I was so used to running around all week, so Friday night was my pause and take a break day. Now, all the days are pretty much all the same.

This week, my neighbor nextdoor was installing a new fence. We have joined fences in our neighborhood, so we are obliged to share expenses, but not all neighbors cooperate, and don’t chip in. Basically, they get a free fence on that side. I didn’t feel it necessary for me to get the other two sides replaced, so I just had the long adjoining right side and gate replaced. It looks really nice, but I’m glad I didn’t have to replace the rest, as it was pretty pricey, and I’d have to ask the other neighbors, and what if they said no?

It will look cool when it’s stained. What’s that saying about”Good fences make good neighbors?” 8 feet!

So, for my big excitement for today, I went to Kroger to do a little grocery shopping. Now that the mandatory face mask rule is in place, it was good to see everyone was complying. So exciting, I had a long cool stroll down the ice cream aisle.

Then, to end my day… it’s Friday… must mean… yes, Black Russian Friday. Before and after.

Happy Friday, my friends.