Archive | March, 2016

Montage Monday:) My Crazy Week in a Peek

22 Mar

“Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.” 

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


What a crazy week! Kickboxing, Zumba, walking, then bam… My crown on my tooth popped off Wednesday, then a quick dental visit Thursday turned into a four hour implant nightmare. The rest of the week has been pain, a little pain, then more pain. 

Here’s my week in a peek.


Sunday Sermon:) Palm Sunday in the Palm of Your Hand

21 Mar

In a world where news of inhumanity bombards our sensibilities, where grasping for things goes so far beyond our needs, where time is squandered in busyness, it is a pleasure and a privilege to pause for a look at handiwork, to see beauty amidst utility, and to know that craft traditions begun so long ago serve us today.” 

― John Wilson


Today is Palm Sunday. It was very crowded at 9 o’clock Mass. Everyone was asked to come out to the vestibule to receive blessed palms, sing, and process back into church. 

The Gospel was from Luke 22 :14-23-56. This was a long Gospel covering the Last Supper, Judas’ betrayal, Peter denying Jesus three times, the sentencing of Jesus, crucifixion and death. My take on it…this one Gospel chapter is a compact culmination of the entire brief life of Jesus here on earth. A reflection on the brevity of life.

During Palm Sunday Mass, palms are distributed to parishioners who carry them in a ritual procession into church. The palms are blessed and many people will fashion them into small crosses or other items of personal devotion. These may be returned to the church, or kept for the year.
Because the palms are blessed, they may not be discarded as trash. Instead, they are appropriately gathered at the church and incinerated to create the ashes that will be used in the follow year’s Ash Wednesday observance.The colors of the Mass on Palm Sunday are red and white, symbolizing the redemption in blood that Christ paid for the world.


Last year, I found a video on how to make a cross with my palms. It’s actually pretty easy. A way to make something with your own hands, and remember this day all year long. ” Beauty amidst utility.”


Saturday:) Sometimes Busy Staves Off the Pain…and a Sunset

20 Mar

“Keeping really  busy has a way of keeping your mind off the pain.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“Being busy is better than being bored. Bored left a long time ago. Busy is always around for me. ” 

― Tabitha Robin


That stupid hole in my mouth where my tooth used to be Thursday, is still painful, is still bleeding, is still just a minor set back. It takes a whole lot more pain to keep me down. I’m doggie sitting for a couple of days, so Bella and I do a lot of walking. Four walks today.

I went to my writing group at 10, then stopped at Walmart afterwards to pick up some peeps for my upcoming Easter cupcake baking extravaganza. (You’ll see in a few days.)

That’s my basket with ten boxes of Peeps, and I’ll probably run out.

On my way home, I saw this young man walking on the side of the road with his backpack and his Gehan Model Home sign. He’s alway put there on the weekends, holding and twirling the sign to entice and direct drivers to the new subdivision. It was so windy, and he was struggling with his wind born sign. It was a long walk back to the trailer, so I stopped to give him a ride. Xavier was very appreciative. I dropped him off at the trailer, telling him to say HI to Derek for me.

I took Bella for another walk through the nearby park. They were having their annual Easter egg hunt, games, bounce house, cotton candy, and pictures with the bunny.

I headed off to the Square to help out a little at the Collin County Art Show silent auction. But, on my way, I stopped off at the sales trailer to give Derek a super delicious Miss Toni brownie. Selfie time with a smile.

When I arrived at the Art Show, Sherry, Lynda, and the others were busy finalizing auction details. I stayed a few hours and helped tally and make phone calls. 

I always keep smiling, even through the pain. Busy helps. Busy is good. 


When I got home, Bella and I went for another walk. I was able to catch the final glow of sunset. It was a fine, busy Saturday. Oh no! Now that I’m sitting still, my tooth is starting to hurt. That’s why I keep busy. It staves off all kinds of pain.

Friday:) Firemen, Friends, and a Fabulous Art Show

19 Mar

“Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.” ― Charles Lamb


Despite my swollen face, sore jaw, and bleeding empty tooth socket, I was going stir crazy in the house after lying around all morning. I couldn’t go to kickboxing or take my usual brisk walk, so I got dressed and went to the square to visit friends, get a smoothie, and stop at the art show. 

I stopped at Fire Station 2 on my way. I finally was  able to take over those brownies that I had baked. They always appreciate my visits. Say hello to Fire Fighter Carr.

I stopped at Sweet Spot Bakery for yet another smoothie, and  visited with Miss Kathy a while. Miss Elizabeth was baking cookies. I asked if I could dip some in chocolate, and Miss Kathy let me play in the kitchen.

Off to the Annual Collin County Adult and Student Art Show.

Amazing young artists in the exhibit downstairs.

My dear friend, Bonita Comarnitsky, won a blue ribbon.

Jeni Tomlinson always has a show stopper and wins a ribbon.
President to the Art Club of McKinney, Lynda Kingsley, addressed the packed room, ready to introduce the winners.

I didn’t stay very long, I started feeling queasy, so I decided it was time to get home for my meds, another smoothie and some rest.  My wild Friday night. NO Black Russian Friday for a few weeks with my meds and healing mouth. Dang!

Not being able to have solid food yet, I miss my spinach salads, so I said, “Aha!” ( I do that a lot when I am brilliant.) I just put some spinach in my smoothie. Actually, not too bad. But, not especially great either.


Green smoothie. I should have had that yesterday for St. Patrick’s Day. A good Friday.

Theme Song Thursday:) The Continuing Saga of Those Darn Old Teeth

17 Mar

“The trick to not growing old is to: Stay curious. Keep your teeth. Stay hopeful. Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to.” 
― Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Yesterday, one of my crowns popped off. I was able to get an appointment for this morning at 8. I thought, while I’m there, I’ll have them check that lower root canal that has been bothering me since it was done last May. Yikes! 
It was a hazy morning, chance of rain, but out my window was a dark cloud with a silver lining. An optimistic sign of good luck, right? Off to the dentist at 7:30 am. 

Once in the chair, X-rays and 3-D images taken, the results were, the upper crown needed replacing, and the lower sensitive tooth that had 1) a previous crown, 2) then replaced with a root canal and new crown, 3) now needed to be extracted and replacedwith an implant. ( I call it my $9,000 tooth.) My optimistic hope for an under an hour visit, turned out to be a four hour in the chair ordeal.

Yes, I took a selfie. 📵📸

The temporary crown is in, the offending tooth is extracted, and now several weeks of follow ups, replacements,  and check ups will ensue. The good news is, I was a trooper and didn’t scream once. The bad news is, they forgot to give me my tooth to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy…this procedure will cost $6,500! I could use the extra cash! Yes, here is where you say,”Holy sh–!” I know, I did. 

I stopped at Walgreens to get my meds. The novocaine and numbness has warn off, and the pain has kicked in. The hydrocodone has been taken.  The bad news is, I hate taking any meds and I can only eat soft or cold things, AND…no alcohol. ( tomorrow is Black Russian Friday.) The good news is, I will be drinking a lot of chocolate milkshakes. 

 Maybe my sweet tooth was removed? Nah… No such luck.

Drugs and milkshakes…the breakfast of champions. 

Wednesday:) My Weird and Whacky Wednesday

17 Mar

“I’d rather be a little weird than all boring.” ― Rebecca McKinsey


A lazy morning, followed by a long morning walk, was the makings of great day. When I got home, it was time to make my brownies for our DAS Divorced And Separated support group  at St. Gabriel at 7. I also had some homemade cookie dough that needed some baking. It was a Betty Crocker kinda day.

Rule number one: Always play with your food.

I made a double batch so I could share with friends and neighbors. One batch I sprinkled with chopped up Milky Way bars, the other with chocolate chips. The fire station will get some in the morning. I caught Miss Desra, the mail lady, with some fresh out of the oven cookies, and Miss Kathy across the street was watering her plants. Nothing like warm cookies. 

While I was sampling several cookies, just to make sure they were perfect, I had something stuck in my teeth, so I went to floss. Well, to add to my weird and whacky day, when I flossed the bothersome tooth, one of my crowns popped off. I hope it’s a crown and not a broken tooth. Yikes! I immediately called the dentist office, and I go see him in the morning at 8.

Kinda gross, BUT, I wonder if I put it under my pillow???? Nah! 

After the brownies cooled, I went for my evening walk and took brownies to Diane, then Miss Bernadine and Mr. Vince. Then,  Mr. Larry and Miss Sandy were sitting in the driveway and appreciated the brownies. By the time I got home, it was already time to get ready to go to church. 

Very good and positive support group meeting. Making new friends, sharing joy, sadness, and raw emotions, this is a good thing. Afterwards, I stopped inside church, knelt down and said a prayer, thanking God for His blessings, strength, and continued support. I am blessed. I am thankful.


Tuesday:) Today Is The Ides of March~ Beware

16 Mar

“To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.” 

― Malcolm X


March 15th is the Ides of March. If you remember your Shakespeare and Julius Caesar , it wasn’t exactly a good day for old Julius. If you’ve ever been betrayed, blind-sided, or stabbed in the back, you can relate. I can definitely relate. Cheers to all who have survived the Ides of March.


 Caesar. Who is it in the press that calls on me? 100I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, 
Cry ‘Caesar!’ Speak; Caesar is turn’d to hear.

Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March.

Caesar. What man is that?

Brutus. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. 105

Caesar. Set him before me; let me see his face.

Cassius. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

Caesar. What say’st thou to me now? speak once again.

Soothsayer. Beware the ides of March.


The importance of the ides of March for Caesar is that it is the day he will be assassinated by a group of conspirators, including Brutus and Cassius. Despite numerous and improbable portents—the soothsayer’s warning, some fearsome thundering, his wife’s dreams of his murder, and so on—Caesar ventures forth on the ides to meet his doom.

Monday:) Marvelous Montage Monday

15 Mar

“This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.”― Maya Angelou

It was an absolutely fantabulous day, sunny, slight breeze, just perfect. I went to “buttkicking class” in the morning, home for an hour walk, did some chores, sat outside and had a late breakfast, then another brisk hour walk, and out to dinner with Zelda. After we ate, we sat outside and chatted. I stopped at a few stores on my way home, talked to my sister, did some laundry, now here I am. I do keep pretty busy.

We had temps in the upper 80’s. It was marvelous, especially after so many rainy gloomy days. 

A week in a peek! 


Sunday Sermon, St. Anthony Saves the Day, and a Sunset

14 Mar

“Loss is only temporary when you believe in God!” ― Latoya Alston


The Fifth Sunday of Lent. Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus raising his friend Lazarus from the dead. Jesus did not rush to save Lazurus and arrived days after he was buried. He went to the tomb, had them roll away the stone, and raised Lazarus from the dead.

My take on it…Sometimes God takes His sweet and lovely time when you need His help. But, if you have faith, and believe, He will answer your prayers. It’s never too late. Don’t give up. Sometimes there’s a reason.


Recently, I’ve put my faith to the test. Last night, I was going through my wallet, and I couldn’t find my driver’s license. Oh man! Last I saw it was when I voted. Oh no! Did they forget to return it to me at the polls? I checked my wallet, emptied my purse, looked through pockets. I was going crazy.  This happened last week when I couldn’t find my bank card. I had the phone in my hand, ready to call the bank, when I decided to say a prayer to St. Anthony, then searched my purse again, and it was tucked in the folds way at the at bottom.

So, I decided, well, let’s try again. I said,”St. Anthony, I’m getting old and forgetful. Can you help me out again?” I emptied my purse yet again…couldn’t find it. I looked through my coupons, nope! Then, I checked the little bag I keep my library card, gift cards, and miscellaneous business cards. There it was, mixed in between my library card and a Papa Murphy stamp card! How did it get there? I smiled and said out loud, “Thank you, St. Anthony. You did it again!” 

If you’re Catholic and forgetful, St. Anthony gets a real workout. He’s my Patron Saint, being named Antoinette, so I feel I get special favor. 

St. Anthony of Padua is one of the Catholic Church’s most popular saints. Saint Anthony of Padua, patron saint of lost and stolen articles, was a powerful Franciscan preacher and teacher. He’s typically portrayed holding the child Jesus—or a lily—or a book—or all three—in his arms. Many people give alms to St. Anthony Bread in thanksgiving to God for blessings received through the prayers of St. Anthony.


It was a beautiful day. I went for two walks, and was able to catch another beautiful sunset.


Super Busy Saturday and Sights on the Square

13 Mar

“Never be so busy as not to think of others.” 

― Mother Teresa, The Joy in Loving: A Guide to Daily Living


Whoa! I can cram more busy in a Saturday than a busy bee in a flower field. Begin: 9:30-10:30 Zumba class, ride the stationery bike 6 miles in 30 minutes, (would ha pave been more miles, but took time to get my phone out of my purse behind me)

Off to the store, bought chicken and veggies to add to my potato soup, home for a very long walk because the sun finally came out, met a lady walking, introduced myself, then walked a couple of miles with Tracy, made a new friend, found a lucky penny, continued my walk, ran into Miss Bernadine and Mr. Vince, chatted with them, finished walk…

Beautiful clouds mixed with sunny blue skies.

I called Mom then sister, cooked chicken and vegetables, called senior artist friends at Towne Creek to say I was coming  to visit with dinner and dessert…

After visiting seniors, went to the Square for Second Saturday, open house at Bay Willow Design with my friend Jenny… 

She has hundreds of antique hat forms and makes the most amazing original hats.

Orison’s was hosting a meet the artists for the Empty Bowls auction. I happened to be one of the artists who donated a bowl. Great turn out.

My good friend, Steve Macias, and wife and daughter had donated several, more than amazing bowls.

I donated a hand painted rose bowl. They accidently misspelled my name and put a “y” instead of “i” for Toni, which is AH’s name, (ex-AH, who never did a selfless generous thing for a stranger in his life), but I took it in stride. 

After an hour, I walked over to Sweet Spot Bakery and took some pictures of the busy night life.

A man in a kilt playing bagpipes on the corner.

Music and sing-a-long at Sweet Spot Bakery, with my fiends, Kathy and Elizabeth and their musician friends.

Home to write and review my very, very busy day. It was a good day.