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Thursday:) This Is Just One Month of Brownie Baking

12 Jul

“If you enjoy doing something, make sure to share. The more you care, the more you share.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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I’ve got a batch of brownies in the oven as we speak. We are having our monthly pot luck dinner over at the VFW tonight during karaoke. It’s always fun, with a lot of friends, food and fine singing. Ha! I’m exaggerating on the fine singing… my singing…not so great. But, I do enjoy belting out an off-tune tune. I’m either getting better, or the crowd is getting hard of hearing. We’re pretty old. I think it’s the latter.

I was doing a lot of baking the last few weeks, so I decided to save the boxes to see how many batches I actually baked. Wow! That’s a lot of brownies.

That’s a lot of brownies!!!!

I also like to cook. Double whammy. I’m making a huge pot of pasta, mostaccioli. A few neighbors and friends will be the lucky recipients of my over-zealous-compulsive-overachieving crazy cooking frenzy.

I just finished packing up my pasta. A few stops on my way to karaoke. Life is good.

Tuesday:) Truly, The Tiny Things Can Mean So Much

1 Feb

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

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My mundane days are probably boring and repetitious to you, but for me, they are filled with so many blessings and joys, that I always feel compelled to share. I started out with a a very vigorous Zumba class, killer on my bad knee, but I don’t care, I love my Zumba. After class, I met with my good friend Mary from church. We met at McDonald’s for coffee at 9:30. We see each other every Sunday when we greet before Mass, but she wanted to see how I’m coming along with my annulment paperwork. She is my good friend, but also my advocate. 

While we were talking about everything under the sun, frustration, hurts, pains, joys, and grandchildren, I told her, “You know what gets me through each day? I wake up every morning and say, sometimes to myself or sometimes out loud, thank YOU for your blessings.” I count my blessings every single day. I have a wonderful family and the greatest friends on earth. People have come into my life, and have been put in my path for a reason. Mary is one of those people. We talked until noon, and her husband called and asked if she would be home for lunch. She invited me to join them for leftovers and cookies. How do you say no to that?

Well, you know me and my signs. I parked down the street from her house, had lunch with her husband Pat and her adorable grandson. We all sang the Cookie Monster song, “C is for cookie.” So cute. When I left and walked back to my car, and started to open the door, right beneath my feet was a lucky penny. I had to walk back to show Mary and thank her again for the great day. I’m a lucky gal.


I smiled all the way home, singing my West Side Story song, “Something’s Coming,” and counted my blessings. When I got home, I did not pass GO or collect $200, (Monopoly reference) and went for a long walk. The sun was warm, the sky clear, and just the perfect day. After a long walk, I sat on the park bench for a break, and soaked up the sun, then walked some more.

When I got to my house, I checked  the mailbox, and there on the top of a stack of flyers and junk mail was a large drawing on cardstock. I read the crayon written message and just beamed. “Thank you for the brownies and cars! Cade and Corbin”


This was from the two little boys across the street that were playing firemen in their backyard the other day. They always say hi to me and tell me about their dog and what they’re doing. I took them some brownies and a couple of Matchbox cars. They were just thrilled. 

A tiny gesture from me and a beautiful handmade thank you note from two little boys, that’s what life is all about, sharing, caring, kindness, and gratitude. These are the things that mean so much.

Sunday Sermon: Sharing and Caring…Right Place…Right Time

22 Feb

“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.”
― Charles de Lint
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“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
Matthew 25
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Today is the first Sunday in Lent. From as far back as I can remember, Lent meant a time of fasting, reflection, renewal and giving up something. But, for the past few years, I’ve decided NOT to give up something, but rather, try and Give more of myself and my time.

Here’s one of my sharing and caring moments. It is one of those “in the right place at the right time” kinda stories.

Friday afternoon, I was going to stop and visit my friend Lynne who was working on a big sewing project with Jill. I thought, “Oh man, I keep forgetting to stop at St. Gabriel’s to pick up that form to send to Joe’s parish priest in Chicago. I’ll just pop in the office. They’re open till 4.” Half way there I thought, “Oh forget it. I’ll just go Monday.” But, I kept driving. I’d been procrastinating long enough.

I pulled into the parking lot and parked behind a small U-Haul truck. There were several cars, so I figured someone would be there. When I walked inside, there was a young couple roaming around. By young, I mean, barely old enough to vote young. They were holding hands, and the girl looked about seven or eight months pregnant. They asked me if I knew where the office was. I wasn’t sure myself, so I said, “Well, let’s walk around and take a look.”

When we got to the parish office door, it was dark and locked up. A small sign read, Friday 9 till noon. Oops! It was after 3 pm. The website said till 4, so I figured I’d just come back Monday. I asked them what they were looking for, and just assumed that they wanted to get married or wanted to talk to a priest.

Well, the poor kids said that they were on their way to Oklahoma and they ran out of money. They needed gas and were hoping someone at the church could help them out. They said they saw some cars across the lot at the recreation building, so they walked over. Of course, it’s natural to think that maybe they were just scamming, but then again, what if they were truly desperate.

While I watched them walk out the door, hand in hand, I reached into my purse to see how much cash I had. I found a five and three singles. Well. that isn’t going to help much. Then, I remembered the emergency $20 that I keep in the little side zippered pocket. Ah, now here’s an emergency if I ever saw one.

I walked across the lot and found them talking to one of the Knights of Columbus volunteers who was setting up for the Friday fish fry. Basically, he told the couple that the office was closed and, “Sorry, I can’t help you. They’ll be back Monday.” I walked over, handed the young man the folded up cash, and said, “This might not get you very far, but I hope it helps.” They both smiled and said “Thanks,”

Walking back to my car, I thought…”Whatever you do for the least of my brothers…” And I was right when I had guessed that the U-Haul truck was theirs. Poor kids. They followed right behind me and thanked me again. I watched as the young man helped the soon-to-be mom into her seat in the truck and closed the door behind her.

I know it sounds corny, but I felt like I was in the right place at the right time for a reason. What if I was a few minutes earlier or later, or maybe decided not to go after all? Hmmm? Makes you think?

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“I don’t want to live in the kind of world where we don’t look out for each other. Not just the people that are close to us, but anybody who needs a helping hand. I cant change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.”
― Charles de Lint

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