Saturday:) Sometimes All Your Ducks Are In A Row

27 Aug

I have come so very far, and yet still so far to go.

But, I’m happy that today, all my ducks are in a row.

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


My morning walk by the pond made me smile with all the ducks in a row. If you’re looking for a sign, this is it! Get your ducks in a row, girl! Funny!

Friday:) Friends Don’t Let Friends Eat Cupcakes Alone

27 Aug

“I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.” ― Sarah Ockler


You know when I bake, I really bake. When I had my anniversary celebration on Tuesday, I baked around 140 mini cupcakes and about 60 brownies. 

Needless to say, there were leftovers. Everyone was requested to take some home, and many did. But alas, there were still a few left. I took some to my Wednesday support group at church, dropped some off at Diane’s, some over to Ms. Sandy’s, and shared some with Adam, the AT&T technician. I was switching my home phone to a wireless to get a discount. They failed to mention that they gave me a new number. I didn’t know that till I called my sister, and hercaller ID came up with a weird number. More calls to AT&T. The whole point was to keep my old number of 12 years. Duh!

This is Adam.

Still cupcakes left over. Thursday, the Direct TV technicians came to install the dish. Nothing says thank you like cupcakes and a Dr. Pepper. 

This is Jeremy. He and Nicole enjoyed a few cupcakes. AND, before he left, I asked him if he knew anything about cell phones because half an hour before he arrived, my iPhone went dead, blank, nada. He said he’d take a look. He clicked a few times, nothing. Then he said, “Hmm…I’ll try this reset.” He held the center and top button for ten seconds and that reset it and brought it back to life. Thanks Jeremy! I thought I’d have to go to the AT&T store or worse yet, get a new phone. 

Then, I took a dozen to my other support group on Thursday, and the rest to the neighbor’s next door. FINALLY! All the cupcakes and brownies are gone. Gone and appreciated. Yay!

Theme SongThursday:)The Party’s Over 

25 Aug

I always think the opening moments of a party are the hardest, before everyone has had enough to drink.” 

― Stephanie Clifford


“I always think the closing moments of a party are the hardest, when everyone has gone and there’s still more food and wine. Come on back tomorrow!”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


After my wonderful open house warming two year celebration on Tuesday, I’m still cleaning up the aftermath. More cupcakes and brownies needed to be dispersed, and wine glasses washed and party things put away. That’s always the sad part. Makes me want to have another party so I don’t have to figure out what to do with everything.

Today, I shared the rest of the food and sweets, hand washed all my fancy hand painted wine glasses and finished putting things away. I was too tired and lazy to do it yesterday. I’m old, I took a nap. This was the sad part of party after glow, cleaning up today.

Wednesday:) What A Wonderful Celebration!!!

24 Aug

“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.”

~Oprah Winfrey


Yesterday, I contacted my two year anniversary in my new house, and my new life, with my new friends, and my old dear friends. There is just one word to describe the event…AWESOME!!!!

I’ll just let the pictures do my talking. So many good friends!

I received many gifts and cards of congratulations and support. The very best part was all the hugs and kisses. You can never get too many hugs and kisses!

Tuesday:) Two Year Anniversary and Celebration

23 Aug

“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow. So today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.”
—Dalai Lama


Today has been a long time coming. Two years ago today, I moved into my new house. August 23, 2014. It just so happened to be the same day as what would have been my 39th wedding anniversary. Instead, I was officially divorced three days before that. Last year was one year in my new house. I celebrated alone with champagne and a sad heart.

This year, I’m going to celebrate with new neighbor’s, old friends and many people who love me. That makes it a special celebration. Two years in a new home, a new life, and a new chapter each year. I have been so blessed. 

I’ve been baking and cooking and shopping. It’s going to be a wonderful party. Pictures tomorrow, if I’m not hung over. Friends don’t let friends drink alone.

Montage Monday:) A Week In A Peek

23 Aug

“My camera is my voice when mere words are not enough,”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


It was another colorful week. From online doggie dating to glorious sunsets, the view from my camera is constant and clear. Family, friendship, and faith. These are the three things that get you through the day with a smile.

Sunday Sermon, Some Sad Stuff, and Some Silly Stuff

22 Aug

“When pain brings you down, don’t be silly, don’t close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.” ― Alanis Morissette


A beautiful day here in McKinney. I jumped out of bed, excited to get ready for church and start my day. When ai arrived at St. Gabriel, the Finley family was already greeting at the door, so I just joined them, greeting and smiling. 

The Gospel was interesting with the story of Jesus telling who will be saved on the final judgement day. Father Don said that this has been a constant question in the Catholic Church. No one knows for certain. Can a good person go astray or a bad person repent, then how will he be jugpdged?

My take on it… You can’t go back and forth. You can’t be good one day and bad the next. You have to be constant, faithful, honest and sincere all your life. Not just when it’s convenient. Yes, you can change your evil ways, but you must be truly repentant, constant, faithful, honest, and sincere. There’s no revolving door. “Strive to enter through the narrow gate,” (Just my opinion.)

Gospel LK 13:22-30
Jesus passed through towns and villages,

teaching as he went and making his way to Jerusalem. 

Someone asked him,

“Lord, will only a few people be saved?” 

He answered them,

“Strive to enter through the narrow gate,

for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter

but will not be strong enough. 


Now, the sad stuff. Two years ago, my now ex-husband, stopped at the house that I was forced to sell and leave, to hand me the final divorce papers. He went to the court hearing, presented the papers to the judge with our mediator, then dropped the official signed documents off with me. With the coldest most callous empty face, he handed me the stack of papers, walked back to his car with a handful of things he had left behind, without so much as an I’m sorry, take care, nothing, nada. He didn’t turn around or look back. He walked out of my life. We were together forty three years, married thirty-nine. We haven’t spoken since. Not a word. I went in the house and cried.

Now, the happy silly stuff. Two years has not flown by, but it has trickled slowly into a new happier life. The demons and the bad dreams and the heartache still pop up now and then, but I have been blessed with the most amazing family, the greatest friends, a new house, and a new chapeter in my life. 

I walk pretty much every day, often twice a day. After church, I stopped at Walmart, which was not the smartest thing to do the day before school starts. Yikes! I came home, changed, and went for my walk. I usually bump into a neighbor or two. 

It was very hot today, and I was hoping Mr. Larry would be sitting in his usual chair in the garage so I could stop, rest, and chat. The garage door was open, the two chairs were there, but both empty. No Mr. Larry, no Ms. Sandy. So, I did what any friendly neighbor would do. I opened up the well stocked fridge they have right there, grabbed a beer, and sat in my designated chair. I sat there a good ten minutes, sipping a Coors and watching the neighbor’s go by. (Selfie moment)

A few neighbors I didn’t even know waved hello. I live four blocks away, and I don’t know any of these folks. Finally, I knocked on the back door and Ms. Sandy appeared. 

I said, “I’m out here drinking all by myself. Come on out and join me.” So she did and we chatted. I said, “Mr. Larry always says to help myself any time, so I did.”

About fifteen minutes later, Mr. Larry strolled up from down the street. He had been visiting with a neighbor. There I sat in his garage, in his chair, drinking his beer, and talking to his wife. He smiled.

I said, “Hey Mr. Larry. Where ya been? Can I offer you a beer or somethin’?” He just chuckled, grabbed a beer and joined in the conversation. 

Ms. Sandy always has a smile and Mr. Larry always looks stern, but he is as funny as all get-out. I finished my beer, was offered a second, but declined, as I was already a little tipsy. One beer, no breakfast, long walk in the heat, needless to say, I was walking a little crooked the four blocks home.

It’s been a long road, but the road has been paved with so many good moments along the way. I have been blessed and will continue to focus on the positive. “I will strive to enter through the narrow gate,” as today’s Gospel suggests. And, I may stop to have a beer along the way. So, be careful not to leave your garage door open unless you want a visitor to sit in your chair and drink your beer. 



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