Archive | January, 2015

Sentimental Sunday: Saying Goodbye

12 Jan

Lying, cheating, back stabbing, slut waitress banging, “HO” chasing husbands may come and go, but BEST FRIENDS ARE FOREVER.
~ Author Known
My six decades of life have been sprinkled with many friends. From childhood to our golden years, from giggly school girls to wrinkly seniors, friends pop into our lives. I have been blessed with many friends for all seasons. Some are in our lives a short time, but BEST FRIENDS ARE FOREVER.

Do you have old friends from childhood or the old days that you still keep in touch with? I have dear friends from high school, old neighbors, new neighbors, teaching buddies, car pool moms, and tennis team mates. We may not see each other very often, but they are my best friends. I can always count on them for a smile or a shoulder to lean on.

This weekend, my girlfriends Viv and Vicky flew down to celebrate my birthday with me. We laughed, lunched, giggled, and were crazy silly. Best friends do that. It was a fun-filled, jammed-packed three days. The time flew by and it was sad to see them go.

Thanks Vicky and Viv for traveling across the country to spend a cold, rainy, dreary weekend with me. It was great to have my old friends meet my new friends. It may have been dreary outside, but we were warm and fuzzy on the inside. Yep! BEST FRIENDS ARE FOREVER!


Saturday: Best Friends , Birthdays, Baklava, and Black Russians

11 Jan

They talked in the shorthand of old friends and shared memories.
Dee Henderson, Before I Wake
This week my friends officially declared it Tonipalooza Week. Birthday celebrations, lunches, drinks, and presents.

Shopping at Macy ‘s.

Dinner at Rick’s Chophouse.

Friends at Sweet Spot Bakery.

Viv bought us matching Jammie’s, Vicky made awesome baklava, and now we are drinking Black Russians, being silly, and watching “Jersey Boys.”

Life is good!

Friday and Friends

10 Jan

A friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out.
~Grace Pulpit
My friends from Chicago, Viv and Vicky are spending the weekend with me. Sometimes “your friends come in when the whole world has gone out.” I have been blessed with so any friends.

This afternoon, my artist girlfriends met us at Snug for my birthday lunch. Good friends, good food, and fabulous presents.

Then, we stopped at Sweet Spot for dessert, then off to Towne Creek to work on painting some glass bowls and celebrate my birthday and Miss Nelma’s with my senior artist friends where I volunteer.


Now, we are watching a movie, having snacks , pizza, and drinks.

Yes , I am truly blessed.

Theme Song Thursday: I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

9 Jan

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
Today , short and sweet.y dear friends Vivian and Vicky are here for a visit. Vicky just barely got out of the Chicago blast of cold with a long delay. Viv came from Florida, so we sat and waited and chatted.

Everyone was starving, so we stopped at Blue Goose Cantina for Mexican food. Can you say margarita ?




Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Believe in Angels

8 Jan

“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.”
― Mary Baker Eddy, Poems by Mary Baker Eddy
“If you believe in angels, they will guide your way.”
I have been blessed with many angels during the course of my many years. (Well, not all that many years. I have many good years left.) Some angels watch over me from above, and some bless me right here on this crazy spinning planet called earth.

My angels up in heaven have been working over-time lately, trying to keep me happy, healthy, and safe. That’s when I find my lucky pennies or lucky feathers to assure me that they are on the job.

Then, my angels here on earth have supported me and loved me through the difficult times. My family, especially my sainted mother, (yes, I believe she will be an instant saint in heaven someday.), and my sister and my sons. Then, my many friends who have crossed my path and filled my heart over the years, have become my angels.

I was reminded of my angels today. When I got home this afternoon, there was a package tucked away by my front door with my mail. It was from my dear friend Lin, from back home. I scurried in the door and opened the nicely wrapped package.

Inside, was a beautiful silver necklace with an angel, arms open wide, protecting the figures below. I took a picture of it, and the funny part was, if you look very closely, part of the scotch tape from the wrapping had a long dark hair stuck to it. My angel/friend sent a little DNA, a little bit of herself, accidentally, of course, inside her thoughtful gift. Whenever I need an angel, one always comes through.

I put it on right away. Now, I have an angel over my heart.

I believe in angels! Do you?



Tuesday Tip of the Day: Music Gets You Moving

7 Jan

Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.”
― Aristotle
Tuesday is Zumba day. My neighbor, Diane, and I had a great work out at the 8:30 morning class. I get so pumped up with the Latin music, dancing, and wiggling that I am energized for the whole day. When I got home, I did a few chores, then still having my gym shoes on, I went out for a brisk one hour walk. It’s supposed to get really cold for the next few days, so good time to get out,

While I was out walking, I couldn’t help but admire the many workmen building and bricking the new houses down the street. They always have their music blasting from their trucks, and they’re out there all day long, weekends and holidays, freezing weather and sweltering heat. Sometimes they sing along, and always seem cheerful. Does the music get them through the long hard days? You bet it does!

When I got home, I did a couple of loads of laundry, tidied up the kitchen, cleaned four bathrooms, and straightened up my craft room. I was motivated.

Here’s a quick video. One guy was down on the ground tossing up piles of bricks to the guy up on the scaffolding. They do this for hours on end. The music blares and the house gets built.

Music gets you moving, and when the music blares, the house gets built.



Montage Monday: A Week in a Peek

6 Jan

“You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.”
― Albert Camus
This was a good week. Time with family, good food, fun activities, friends and hopes for a brighter new year. It may be cold outside, but when your heart is warm, you don’t even notice.

A week in a peek.

Sharing joy makes it last longer.


Sunday Sermon and a Sunset: Epiphany

5 Jan

Without the quest, there can be no epiphany.”
― Constantine E. Scaros, Reflections on a Simple Twist of Fate: Literature, Art and Parkinson’s Disease
Today at Mass, we celebrated Epiphany Sunday. The day the Three Wise Men traveled from afar to bring gifts to the baby Jesus. I remember when I was a kid, my dad always put the big plastic light-up Three Wise Men in the front yard at Christmas. A family tradition. I called them The Three Wise Guys. It is also a tradition to leave our decorations up until January 6th, the Feast of the Epiphany.

This year, my good friends, Vivian and Vicky from Chicago, are coming to visit me for my birthday in a few days. I had an epiphany. I’m going to leave all my decorations and tree up, keeping the spirit of Christmas a bit longer. Heck, they are so pretty, I may just leave them up all year…just kidding… maybe Valentine’s Day.

~In Christian tradition, the Magi, also referred to as the (Three) Wise Men, (Three) Kings, or Kings from the East, are a group of distinguished foreigners who are said to have visited Jesus after his birth, bearing gifts of gold, myrrh and frankincense. They are regular figures in traditional accounts of the nativity and in celebrations of Christmas. Magi is a term derived from Greek meaning a priest of Zoroaster. (From: Wikipedia, License: CCA-SA)
:a Christian festival held on January 6 in honor of the coming of the three kings to the infant Jesus Christ
: a moment in which you suddenly see or understand something in a new or very clear way

Epiphany, renewal, rebirth, all these words are perfect for starting a new year and a new life. 2015 will be a a good year. NO… It will be a GREAT year.

“Without the quest, there can be no epiphany.” Here’s to the quest! Here’s to seeing something in a new or very clear way!
Now, here’s a beautiful McKinney sunset.

P.S. I found a quarter on my walk this evening, and a couple of rusty nails too. Making money and saving the world from flat tires, all just part of the job.


Saturday:Resetting the Clocks

4 Jan

“I’ve read somewhere in a book when something happens that is unbearable to you, sometimes, time stops. Like your inner clock just stops working, even if the world keeps spinning you will stand still for the rest of your life.”
― Katja Michael, She Came at Dawn

I seem to find symbolism in everything. Maybe it’s just the writer in me, but inspirational signs or interesting people always seem pop into my life. Maybe that old expression is true, “If you are looking for a sign, this is it!” I guess I’m always looking for one.

Last night, we had a few thunder-boomers here in McKinney. My power flickered on and off, on and off, for an hour. I reset the clocks on the stove, but then, the power went out completely. Ah, a sign! Just go to bed.

When I woke up this morning, the clocks were all blinking and the thermostats were all discombobulated. Now, to find my glasses and try to figure out how to reset all the “blanking” blinking appliances. It’s a new house, and everything is totally different. While I quietly cursed under my breath, it occurred to me, this is another symbol or metaphor in my long list of daily signs.

Starting a new life, a new chapter, is never easy. Sometimes we have to reset the clocks, reprogram the thermostats, and keep plugging away. I thought it was funny because this all happened around New Year’s. I already had it in my mind that I needed to start a new chapter in my life with the new year. My inspirational word and mantra for 2015 is RENEWAL. Maybe it should be…RESET.




Friday: From Chaos to Calm

3 Jan

“Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Demon in My View
The holidays can be bitter-sweet. I loved the preparation, decorating, baking, cooking, and anticipation this year. The kids were coming to visit. I was over the moon with excitement. We spent days just sprawled around the TV, eating snacks, watching movies and watching massive quantities of football. Just like the old days. I was in heaven.

My tidy, organized little house was now piled high with shoes, coats, bags, boxes, suitcases and blankets. The counters were crammed with crackers, cookies, fruit, veggies, and clutter. The fridge was so packed that the pecan pie tried to fly out every time I opened the door. It was wonderful!!!

I smiled every time I saw all the shoes strewn about. I missed the mess that comes with family and kids running around, even big kids.

The kids are gone, the house is quiet, and the chaos is now cold and calm. I DONT LIKE IT!!! Who’s going to eat all this food?