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Friday:) Frumpy Days Call for Friends, Food and of Course…Chocolate

23 Feb

“You’re not going to be dreary on the inside if you’re not dreary on the outside.”

~Alexandra Stoddard

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When is it going to quit raining already? It was dark and gloomy and drizzly this morning. I walked the dog in the rain around 8, then it was so gloomy that I decided to hop back under the covers. I decided if I could fall asleep, great. If not, I would get up and go to Zumba. Hmm… Zumba was fun.

After an exhilarating class, I stopped for a quick drink with Mr. Doug, I’m such a party girl. When you get old, stopping for a drink means coffee or iced tea at McDonald’s. Then, I stopped at Lynne’s for a visit because she had some extra glass vases and things that she thought I could paint. Then, a quick stop at Kroger.

By the time I got home, I was starving. My fridge is so full, the decisions were endless. Let’s see, I’ll try and be good. After all, tonight is Black Russian Friday.

Fruit and hot tea to warm up on a frumpy Friday. What else can perk up a dreary day? Chocolate, of course. So much for being good.

I hope you’re having a great Friday. Dreary and gloomy is only on the outside. So, let your inner sunshine glow and dance in the rain.

Montage Monday:) A Week In A Sweet Peek

19 Feb

“When your days are filled with friends, family, firemen, fun, food and fine chocolate, it doesn’t get better than that.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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So much chocolate, so little time. With Valentine’s Day, Art Club, parties, and celebrations all in the same week, I’m on sugar overload with all the baking and cooking. The good news is, there was plenty for sharing.

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

17 Feb

“Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn’t pretty and perfect. You can’t put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.”

― Chuck Palahniuk

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A very chilly day again here in North Texas, but the good news was, another chance to wear my sock monkey hat while greeting before 9 o’clock Mass. The church is finished and the first Masses will start next week in the glorious new building. ( I wonder if my sock monkey hat is too tacky?)

Today’s Gospel was Jesus talking to the crowds about who will be blessed and welcomed on judgement day, also known as the Beatitudes…

20 Then fixing his eyes on his disciples he said: How blessed are you who are poor: the kingdom of God is yours.

21 Blessed are you who are hungry now: you shall have your fill. Blessed are you who are weeping now: you shall laugh.

22 ‘Blessed are you when people hate you, drive you out, abuse you, denounce your name as criminal, on account of the Son of man.

23 Rejoice when that day comes and dance for joy, look!-your reward will be great in heaven. This was the way their ancestors treated the prophets….

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My take on it… No, you don’t have to be poor or impoverished to be blessed. You don’t have to go hungry or sad and crying all the time to be blessed. But, if you have been blessed here on earth with enough money, food, and other worldly blessings, you have to be humble and share this with others. Even a kind word or a good deed goes a long way in brightening up another’s spirit. Three words… SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS.

Now, for the other stuff. I did get over to Fire Station 5 last night to share some treats with them.

The, I called a few of my senior artist friends at Towne Creek Apartments for an impromptu dinner. Remember all those leftover sandwiches, snacks and sweets from my party? Well, they were a big hit with my ladies.

Well, so much for “Blessed are the hungry…” because no one goes hungry because Miss Toni loves to cook and bake and share.

Happy Blessed Sunday,

Celebration of Life :) Don’t Sit Alone And Be Sad, Have A Party

16 Feb

“When you love someone special with all your heart, you celebrate their life, even when they are gone.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Part Two: Celebration of Life

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my angel mother joining the other angels in heaven. Part One was going to Mass, Adoration, and lighting candles Friday morning. Part Two was preparing for a party with friends to celebrate the life of the most wonderful mother on the planet. I just invited a few close friends and neighbors to join me. Usually, Friday is Black Russian night, so it was a good day for a party.

One of the many things I learned from my mother was you should always have plenty of food and drinks for company. Not just plenty, but enough for everyone to take a little container home. Oh boy, did I have leftovers!

It was a fabulous party, and I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. Mr. Jerry was the first to arrive, as usual, and people started filtering in throughout the evening. I was proud that I had enough chairs and seating for everyone. Well, we knew there would be enough food.

Before the evening was over and people had to leave, I asked everyone to raise a glass and toast to Mom. A few people had met Mom when she visited, and others had never met her, but they all have heard the wonderful stories and have seen the pictures.

“Here’s to you, Mom.”

Good friends, good food, and fine company. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t sad. I was with friends who love me and who I love. It was a fun evening, and I could sense Mom smiling and enjoying the celebration too.

Miss Loretta helped me clean up the big mess afterwards and planned to spend the night. We did quick work of the mess and stayed up and talked a while. I was exhausted and exhilarated.

This morning, Linda, Pat Sherri, Loretta and I were meeting for breakfast. But first, we stopped to take some goodies over to fire station 9. They were just finishing up breakfast, but appreciated the sweet treats and homemade guacamole and chips for later. Gosh, I still have a container for station 5, but I’ll get over there later tonight.

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom From Facebook

6 Feb

“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.”

~Marcel Proust

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I don’t watch much television nowadays, and I NEVER watch the news. Therefore, most of my worldly information and entertainment comes from Facebook. Sad, right? But, I do glean wonderful words of wisdom from my many friends who post great quotes.

Here is what made me smile, cry, ponder, commiserate with, and learn from on Facebook just today…

Yep, I’m going to take that trip, buy the shoes and eat LOTS of cake.

Montage Monday:) A Week In A Peek

5 Feb

“At the end of the day

all we ever need is

something

that helped

pass the time

and something

that keeps time from passing.”

― Sanober Khan

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If it wasn’t for all the pictures I take every day, I’d have trouble remembering all the cool stuff I do and fun people I spend time with. Here’s a week in a peek…

Sunday Sermon and Super Bowl Stuff

4 Feb

“Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.”

― Criss Jami

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The weather is warming up here in North Texas. It was overcast this morning, but much warmer than last week. (No sock monkey hat) Another fine morning greeting before Mass with lots of hugs, passing out toys to my little friends, and a few brownies for the ladies on the Chateau bus to share when they got back.

Today’s Gospel had that very famous quote containing “Physician cure yourself,” which was very appropriate for Father’s homily….

He said to them, “Surely you will quote me this proverb,

‘Physician, cure yourself,’ and say,

‘Do here in your native place

the things that we heard were done in Capernaum.'”

And he said, “Amen, I say to you,

no prophet is accepted in his own native place.

Father spent a very long time discussing the current release of names of nearly 300 priests in Texas accused of child abuse. He said the topic needed to be discussed, not only for the horrific events, but also the dismissals and cover-ups by the church. I didn’t even think about how now, every Catholic priest will be scrutinized, judged, and always on high alert, lest he be accused of abuse. He felt terrible and said how sad it makes him that he has to be careful not to hug a child or be alone in a room with anyone. Father asked us all to continuing praying for all involved and that the church will begin to “heal itself.”

My take on it… like all occupations or callings, there are going to be good and bad people. Not all priests are pedafiles. Not all police officers are trigger happy killers. Not all poor or homeless people are lazy. We can’t generalize a race, religion, gender, or occupation. There is good and there is evil, it doesn’t discriminate. Is there such a thing as the devil or evil demons? I’m starting to think so.

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On a brighter note, I stopped for coffee at McDonald’s with Mr. Jerry after Mass. After he left, I stayed a while to finish my tea and people watch. On my way back to my car, I ran into my friend Lynn Brown, she was walking in. I hadn’t seen her in months, so I turned around and walked back in to visit with her. That’s how we met the first time a couple years back. We just started chatting at McDonald’s and became Facebook friends. We had a nice visit.

I stopped at the store after McD, then home to walk the dog, and off for my own walk. A text from my son had me scurry home so I could FaceTime with the little ones. Sophie is a month and a half old and growing, and Belle is 2 and just adorable.

After a fun-filled FaceTime with Gamma, I gathered up some goodies to take over to Towne Creek to watch the Super Bowl with my senior friends. Oh my goodness, there was so much food at their potluck party. Walkers, wheelchairs and Super Bowl watchers.

Miss Nelma is looking so much better. Good to see her smiling face. Well, I guess the Patriots beat the Rams. I wasn’t really paying attention. I had my Tony Romo jersey on, so I was neutral. Also, I couldn’t find my Bears jersey or I would have worn that. I was there for the fun, friendship and food.

Another Super Sunday. Hmm…every Sunday is a Super Sunday.